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

"Ready?" he asked.

Su Ting took a deep breath, the gray fog churning in his lungs, carrying the bittersweet warmth of memories: "I've been prepared for this for a long time. I've been waiting for this day not to escape, but to tear down the roof of this dilapidated temple."

Chapter 1217 Never to be reborn

Mengli's eyes flickered slightly, and she immediately pushed open the vortex gate.

boom--!

Space tore open, revealing a deep tunnel as vast as the beginning of the universe. The tunnel walls were shimmering with countless starlight points, each a sealed dream—some running and laughing in sunlit wheat fields, some kneeling in the rain screaming their names, some cities ablaze, and some babies opening their eyes in silence.

"These are all... erased 'irregular dreams'?" Su Ting murmured.

“They were deemed ‘dangerous’,” Mengli whispered. “They once attempted to challenge the order of the Dream Core, and were thus banished here, never to be reincarnated.”

“But they’re still here.” Su Ting gazed at the twinkling starlight, his voice growing deeper. “As long as the light hasn’t died out, the dream remains.”

He suddenly took a step and stepped into the tunnel!

Mengli followed closely behind.

Just as the two figures were about to disappear into the vortex—

"Trying to leave?!" Meng Shang roared, his black blade flying out of his hand and transforming into a thousand streaks of shadow in pursuit!

"Stop them!" he ordered the three Purifiers.

Meng Xing roared, his giant axe cleaving through the air, and the wailing of souls coalesced into a black tide that rushed straight towards the vortex!

Meng Chi slowly raised her withered hand, and time suddenly froze—Su Ting's figure paused, as if he were nailed to the air.

"Oh no!" Mengli exclaimed urgently, "His 'Delay Domain' has taken effect! You only have three seconds of consciousness left to move!"

"Three seconds...that's enough." Su Ting gritted his teeth and plunged the Sword of Memory into his left shoulder!

Blood gushed out, and the excruciating pain tore a crack in his consciousness within the frozen time!

"Anchored by pain, I go against the flow!" he roared, taking a step forward in the frozen space-time and throwing a punch at Meng Chi!

boom--! !

The force of the punch exploded, a corner of Meng Chi's mask shattered, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his empty eyes.

"You can move?!"

“I said…” Su Ting’s mouth was bleeding, and he grinned maliciously, “Three seconds is enough.”

He grabbed Mengli and the two of them jumped into the vortex gate at the same time!

Behind him, Meng Shang's roar shattered the stars: "Chase him! Kill him at all costs! There can only be one true successor—and that is me, the chosen vessel!"

At the end of the tunnel lay an endless silver plain.

The ground was like a mirror, reflecting a non-existent starry sky. In the center stood a massive stone monument, inscribed with two characters:

First dream.

The wind is still, and there is no sound, yet you can hear the whispers of millions of people in their hearts.

“This is… the starting point of dreams,” Mengli said softly, “and the source of all dream authority. The dream core is hidden beneath the stone tablet; it is neither a machine nor a god—it is the crystallization of ‘collective consciousness’.”

Su Ting walked step by step toward the stone tablet, each step creating ripples on the mirror's surface, revealing scenes he had never seen before—

An infant opens its eyes in the darkness, its first glimmer of consciousness turning into light;

A group of primitive people sat around a campfire, telling stories of wild beasts and gods;

As cities rise, millions dream simultaneously, and the ocean of dreams surges forth...

"The Dream Core... was created by everyone together?" Su Ting was shocked.

“Yes.” Mengli nodded. “But it was later blocked by the ‘rules’ and controlled by the ‘purifiers,’ becoming a tool for maintaining order. It began to filter, delete, and reset… because it was afraid of chaos and afraid of losing control.”

“But dreams are inherently chaotic,” Su Ting sneered. “Who says dreams have to be orderly? Who says people can’t dream of flying to the moon, marrying stars, or killing gods?”

Chapter 1218 Who Should Disappear

He suddenly raised his hand and slammed it down on the stone tablet!

"What are you doing!" Mengli exclaimed.

"I want to see it," Su Ting said fiercely. "I want to ask it—why does it decide who should exist and who should disappear?!"

boom--! !

A crack appeared in the stone tablet, and a low, almost imperceptible voice slowly emerged:

"Order is existence."

Light spilled out from the gap, transforming into a blurry human figure, composed entirely of flowing data and stardust, its face constantly changing—sometimes an old man, sometimes a child, sometimes Su Ting himself.

"You are the Dream Core?" Su Ting stared at it.

"I am your consensus," the humanoid whispered. "I am the collection of fear, and the sediment of hope. I maintain the balance, lest the dream realm collapse."

"But how many people have you killed?" Su Ting roared. "How many dreams that shouldn't have been erased, how many souls that refused to submit, were all wiped out by you like a 'virus'?!"

“Sacrifice is necessary,” Dream Core said calmly. “If we allow all dreams to grow freely, reality will be swallowed up, and humanity will be plunged into eternal night.”

"Did you ask them if they were willing?" Su Ting stepped forward. "Did you ask the little girl who drew the dream core if she was willing to have it deleted? Did you ask those who dreamed of peace amidst the flames of war if they were willing to be 'purified'?"

The core of the dream remains silent.

“You don’t,” Su Ting sneered. “You’re just a self-righteous god.”

He turned to Mengli and said, "Tell me how to destroy it."

Mengli shook her head: "You can't destroy it... It's the foundation of dreams. What you need to do is not destroy it, but seize power."

"Seize power?"

“Become the new Dream Core Will.” Meng Li’s gaze was firm. “You are qualified. You were rejected, hunted down, and judged as ‘non-compliant,’ yet you still made it this far. Your dream is not obedience, but rebellion.”

“And…” he paused, “you are the only one who can make the Sword of Memory take shape. It is the embodiment of ‘collective obsession’—the will of countless erased individuals chose you.”

Su Ting looked down at the sword in his hand that was about to shatter, and suddenly smiled.

"It turns out I wasn't fighting alone."

He turned to face Dream Core: "Did you hear that? I'm not here to ask for your approval. I'm here—to take over your position."

Meng He was finally moved.

"Challengers will be eliminated."

Before the words were even finished, the silver plain suddenly flipped! The ground cracked, and countless chains shot out from the void, aiming straight for Su Ting's limbs!

"Watch out!" Mengli waved her hand to create a barrier, but it was instantly shattered by a black light!

Su Ting parried with his sword, but the chains wrapped around the blade, and with a snap, the Sword of Memory broke!

"Ugh—!" He was thrown away by the force and crashed heavily onto the mirror.

"Su Ting!" Meng Li rushed over to help him.

"Don't... don't worry about me." Su Ting coughed up blood, but still struggled to lift his head. "Give me... ten seconds."

"what are you up to?"

“Let’s have a dream.” He grinned, his silver hair stained with blood, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light. “A dream that... no one has ever dared to dream.”

He suddenly ripped open the front of his shirt, revealing an old scar on his chest—a mark that had been erased and reborn countless times.

He plunged the tip of the broken sword deep into the scar!

"With my pain, I awaken your name!" he roared. "All you whom you call 'scum'—can you hear me?! If you still dream of freedom, if you do not wish to disappear—lend my power!!"

moment--

Quiet.

Followed by.

Beneath the mirror, billions of points of light illuminate simultaneously.

Chapter 1219 The Gathering of Brilliant Blades

Every ray of light is a dream that has been erased.

Every ray of light was responding to him.

“This…is impossible…” Dream Core’s voice trembled for the first time.

"How could you... connect with so many exiles..."

“Because he is not alone.” Mengli looked up at Su Ting, tears welling in her eyes. “He is the echo of all rebels.”

Su Ting slowly stood up, and the broken sword reformed in his hand. It was no longer silver, but a dazzling blade formed from the convergence of billions of stars!

He looked up and stared directly into the core of the dream: "You said that order is existence."

"Then I'll tell you—"