Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

“Too weak,” Dream Entropy said calmly. “Your power comes from the remnants of dreams. As for me… I am a power personally granted by the Dream Core.”

He slowly raised his hand, and the crystal's light surged.

"Now, clean up the program and start it."

In an instant, all the shadow soldiers stepped forward in unison, and streams of black light swept in like a tidal wave. Xu Yuan suddenly waved his hand, and a transparent barrier instantly rose up, blocking their path.

Chapter 1215 The Collapsed Clock Tower

"Go!" he hissed. "The door can only hold for three minutes!"

Mengli grabbed Su Ting's wrist: "Come in!"

Su Ting glanced at Su Ting one last time.

"You'd better not die out there."

Su Ting smiled wryly: "You go in first, I don't want to die before you."

Su Ting gritted his teeth and finally stepped through the lapis lazuli gate.

The world suddenly turned upside down.

Before me lay a cluster of floating islands, suspended above an endless gray fog. Each island held fragments of broken memories: a collapsed clock tower, a torn family portrait, a child's paper airplane eternally circling in the air.

"This is...our memories?" Su Ting asked in a low voice.

“It’s the dream’s memory of you.” Mengli stood beside him, her voice ethereal. “It remembers everyone who has touched its boundaries.”

Su Ting looked down and saw a familiar building appear on the island beneath his feet—the old house where he had lived as a child. In front of the door, a little girl was squatting on the ground drawing a chalk picture of a glowing sphere.

“That’s… a dream core?” he murmured.

“It’s your dream,” Mengli said. “You were already drawing it before you even knew about the ‘Dream Realm’.”

Su Ting was startled.

Just then, the island beneath their feet suddenly trembled, and a black crack spread out from the ground.

“He’s here.” Mengli’s eyes turned cold.

boom! !

A beam of black light pierced the sky, shattering a memory island in front of it. Meng Shang's figure slowly emerged from the crack, a crystal pulsating violently in his chest.

“Three minutes? I only need one second.” He sneered. “You think the Dream Core gate can stop me? It’s part of my authority.”

"Are you insane!" Su Ting roared. "Weren't you going to purge those who didn't comply? Then what are you doing here?!"

“Because the Dream Core tells me—” Dream Entropy slowly raised his hand, and black light condensed into a long blade, “the true successor must be tested by me personally.”

"Test?" Mengli replied coldly, "You are not a purifier. You are the executioner of the Dream Core."

"Same as above." Meng Shang's lips curled into a smile. "Without death, how can there be new life?"

He suddenly swung his blade, and black light poured down like a waterfall!

Mengli raised her hand, and the cyan-gold barrier instantly took shape, but as soon as it touched the black blade, it emitted a piercing cracking sound.

“His power… is amplified deep within the Dream Core.” Meng Li gritted her teeth. “The rules here favor the will of the Dream Core.”

"Then let's break the rules!" Su Ting roared, suddenly drawing the Dream Bridge Authority, which exploded with silver light!

He leaped up and charged straight at Dream Entropy!

"Overestimating yourself!" Meng Shang sneered, sweeping his black blade across, sending Su Ting flying a hundred meters and crashing into a memory island.

"Su Ting!" Meng Li called out urgently.

Su Ting coughed up blood, but grinned and said, "Pain... means I'm still alive."

He stood up, supporting himself with his authority, and the silver light gathered once more.

"You say you're a tester?" He stepped forward. "Then let me ask you—what if the true inheritor is someone capable of resisting the will of the Dream Core?"

Meng Shang's eyes narrowed.

“The Dream Core is not a god,” Su Ting growled. “It is merely a dream! And dreams… are supposed to be free!”

boom--! !

He thrust his authority into the ground with a bang, and silver light spread out like a net, causing the entire Memory Islands to resonate!

"What are you doing?!" Meng Shang shouted angrily.

“I’m awakening them.” Su Ting looked up, his eyes gleaming with silver light. “Every memory judged ‘non-compliant’ by the Dream Core is a soul that once struggled! They shouldn’t be erased!”

Chapter 1216 The Sword Formed from Obsession

"Absurd!" Meng Shang roared, slashing down with his black blade!

But just as the blade struck, countless fragments of memory suddenly rose into the air—

The little girl in front of the old house looked up, and the chalk drawing in her hand burned into light;

The clock tower's hands rotate counterclockwise, emitting a long, drawn-out chime;

The paper airplanes transformed into silver birds, thousands upon thousands, flying around Su Ting like a galaxy!

"This is... resonance?" Mengli was shocked.

“It’s not resonance.” Su Ting slowly raised his hand, silver light gathering in his palm. “It’s resistance.”

He clenched his fist suddenly, and all the light of his memories converged, condensing into a sword made purely of memories and obsessions!

“The Dream Core can determine who should exist and who should disappear.” He walked step by step toward Dream Entropy, the tip of his sword pointing at his heart. “But as long as there are still people who remember, the dream will not truly erase them!”

Meng Shang's pupils contracted: "You... you actually dare to use 'residue' to fight against the 'core'?!"

"Residue?" Su Ting sneered. "Then tell me—who taught dreams what 'meaning' is?"

He drew his sword!

A silver light tore through the darkness, heading straight for Dream Entropy!

"boom--!!!"

The two forces collided, causing the entire memory space to tremble violently, the island to collapse, and gray mist to surge!

Meng Shang was forced back dozens of steps by a sword strike, and the crystal on his chest flickered violently, revealing a crack!

"Impossible... How dare you..." he growled, his eyes flashing with shock and anger for the first time.

Su Ting stood atop the ruins, his sword pointing to the sky, his silver hair dancing wildly.

"Do you understand now?" he said coldly. "I'm not here to be tested by you."

"I'm here to—rewrite the rules."

Meng Shang stared intently at him, then suddenly laughed.

"Interesting...this is really interesting."

He slowly raised his hand and stroked the crystal on his chest, from which black light seeped out like blood.

"It seems that Dreamcore underestimated you."

“However…” He looked up, his eyes flashing with dark light, “Do you really think this is just a battle fought by you alone?”

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and black light shot into the sky!

"I am not the only purifier!"

boom--! !

The sky split open, and three dark figures descended from the void!

A man wields a giant axe, the blade of which is wrapped with countless wailing souls;

A person clad in chains, with empty eyes, yet able to control the flow of time;

The last person hovered in mid-air, surrounded by ever-changing dreamlike bubbles.

“Dream Punishment, Dream Delay, Dream Annihilation…” Meng Li whispered, her expression suddenly changing, “Dream Core… has dispatched the entire Purifier sequence!”

"Su Ting!" he exclaimed urgently, "We can't hold out much longer! We must enter the core area!"

Su Ting was panting heavily as he looked at the approaching shadows around him, then looked down at the Sword of Memory in his hand.

The sword has developed cracks.

"Let's go," he finally said. "Take me inside."

Mengli nodded, raised her hand and made a sweeping motion, and a swirling vortex gate appeared in the gray mist ahead.

"Pass through it, and you will reach the true core of the dream core—'The Garden of First Dreams'."

"And you?" Su Ting asked.

"I'll stay with you." Mengli's eyes were firm. "The Zero Sequence will not abandon any Awakened One."

"Then you'd better not hold me back." Su Ting grinned, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth, yet he still gripped the cracked sword of memory tightly.

Mengli did not reply, but simply raised her hand. A stream of cyan-gold light wrapped around their wrists like silk threads, as if fate had tied a knot at this moment.