I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

“The word ‘responsibility’ is too heavy! I have a lot on my shoulders… So, rather than responsibility, I want to protect!” Huang Quan said after a moment of thought.

"Alright! Since that's the case, then let's go!" With that, Wan Feng smiled, and his entire figure suddenly rose into the air. With every move he made, there seemed to be an aura of world destruction emanating from him, which transformed into a heaven-shattering blade, carrying the power to annihilate everything, and heading straight for the Yellow Springs!

Huang Quan remained calm. He knew that the other party was merely testing him, but he also knew that the other party possessed the strength of a mid-stage Heavenly Monarch. If he himself were at that level, it would take him a very long time to defeat him, so he had no right to talk about protecting him!

Therefore, he believed that the other party must think the same way!

Having pondered this, Huang Quan silently raised his left hand, channeled all his power, and simply pointed a finger at Wan Feng!

Under this single finger, the sharp blade began to dissipate rapidly amidst the fierce attack. The moment it touched Huang Quan's clothes, it vanished along with the blade!

Upon seeing this, Wan Feng was surprised, but finally got the answer he wanted. So without saying a word, he immediately clasped his hands and said to Huang Quan, "I lost. Thank you, Lord Zhenxuan, for showing mercy!"

After he finished speaking, he left the world of the dead!

However, the people outside were not fools. When they saw Wan Feng appear, they understood the outcome!

There was no sound, no discussion!

They simply looked at the new world of Huang Quan with complex emotions, and this complexity was not easy for these extremely powerful people.

In fact, they all knew that the True Profound Continent now needed a True Profound Lord to integrate the power of the True Profound Continent in order to fight against the upcoming great war!

However, because the True Profound Continent has been without a leader for countless years, it has long lost that sense of unity. Therefore, even with Huang Quan's sudden emergence, they dare not simply hand over the True Profound Continent to him!

After all, this is their hometown!

It was in this way that, not long after Wan Feng's defeat, another powerful figure who refused to believe in evil emerged and flew towards the new world.

This person's name is Wang Mengye. He is a handsome young man, but his cultivation level is only at the Perfection of the Transformation Realm.

"I know I can't compare to the two seniors in terms of cultivation, but I still want to give it a try," Wang Meng said earnestly, frowning.

“Okay,” Huang Quan nodded in reply.

“I cultivate the art of dreams. If you can wake up from your dream, I will admit defeat,” Wang Mengye said.

"A dream?" Upon hearing this, Huang Quan suddenly revealed a hint of interest: "Very good, then let's go!"

"Hmm." Wang Meng nodded, then waved his left hand, and a ball of light as soft as cotton appeared in front of him. He then gently tossed it towards Huang Quan, who easily caught it.

Sensing the power emanating from the sphere of light, Huang Quan instantly experienced a strange feeling of illusion and reality coexisting. He looked down at the sphere of light and asked softly, "What is this?"

"This is the rule, and also the key. As long as you place it between your eyebrows, you will naturally understand everything... Don't worry, I believe you have felt it yourself, it poses no danger whatsoever," Wang Meng explained calmly.

"Oh, I see... Hehe." At this moment, Huang Quan carefully examined the ball of light, and a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

But this smile, when seen by Wang Mengye, gave him a bad feeling.

Huang Quan then placed the ball of light directly between his eyebrows without hesitation.

At the same time, another ball of light appeared in Wang Mengye's hand, and like Huang Quan, she placed it between her eyebrows.

Suddenly, six dark light curtains appeared in the sky, like a cube, instantly enveloping the two of them.

The moment Huang Quan placed the ball of light between his eyebrows, he immediately felt a strong drowsiness. However, Huang Quan did not dispel this drowsiness, but instead went with it and completely fell asleep.

Soon after, his consciousness entered a dark space and he saw Wang Mengye in front of him.

This made him realize that this space should be the Dream Realm where Wang Mengye cultivated, which was the fundamental source of his power. In other words, if Huang Quan were to break this world at this moment, Wang Mengye's Transcendent Realm cultivation would vanish, and he would become a cripple.

Of course, he wouldn't do that; it would be pointless and there's no reason for it.

Just then, as Huang Quan calmed himself down, a few words surfaced in his mind...

"The first rule is that as long as both parties are in a dream, they can wake up in the present space before the other party by any means, and then wake the other party up after waking up, and that is the victory."

"The second rule is that neither party may use any form of power in the dream."

"The third rule is that once one party is awake, they must not wake the other party by any means of harm."

There was no suspense; they were exactly the dream rules that Wang Mengye had mentioned.

After Huang Quan fully understood the rules, Wang Meng no longer hesitated. With her hands clasped together, two beams of light, one black and one white, suddenly pierced the sky and appeared strangely directly above them.

However, as soon as they appeared, they quickly hovered in place, forming a black and white Tai Chi diagram of yin and yang in the blink of an eye, which was full of a strange feeling.

The instant they completely formed a black and white tai chi symbol, a black beam of light about three meters in diameter suddenly shot out from the black part of the tai chi symbol and immediately enveloped Huang Quan.

Without panic, Huang Quan knew that this light was the key to entering the dream; only by accepting this light could this dream battle truly begin.

So at this moment, Huang Quan slowly closed his eyes in this space.

At the same time, a white light also appeared from the Tai Chi symbol and enveloped Wang Mengye.

This made him close his eyes as well.

Unbeknownst to Huang Quan, at the very moment he and Wang Meng began their dream battle, on a remote island in the Imperial Demon Domain, atop a high peak, a handsome man who had lost the ability to walk sat in a chair, calmly gazing into the distance. The direction he was looking was precisely where Huang Quan was.

Behind him was a pretty woman.

"Senior brother...does it really have to be this way?" The pretty woman asked softly, a complicated expression on her face.

The man didn't answer, he just nodded.

This was an imperial examination hall, where almost all the scholars were turned away by the unusually difficult questions, shaking their heads repeatedly, or even giving up completely and leaving with their papers behind.

Finally, almost all the proctors looked at the remaining two.

One of them was a young man with delicate features, an air of righteousness between his brows, and a unique determination in his eyes.

He had been looking at the questions on the file for three hours, but showed no sign of starting to write. However, he also did not seem to give up.

The other person, who was of ordinary appearance, seemed to have an eerie aura surrounding him. He was about thirty years old. Generally speaking, for someone of this age to take the imperial examination was their last chance. If they failed this time, they would have no choice but to return home.

At this moment, it was seen that this man in his thirties, just like the young man, had spent three hours reading the questions before finally starting to write.

Some of the proctors, seeing him start writing, immediately became interested and, drawn by his actions, came over to watch him work on the questions…

A little while later, after the person finished answering the questions, handed in the paper, and left the examination room, almost all the invigilators exclaimed in amazement.

"This person's answer is excellent!!"

"His answer perfectly highlighted the theme and seamlessly integrated his own understanding and insights..."

"If no one surpasses him, he will surely be the champion of this imperial examination!!"

"Wait, there's one more person!"

Suddenly, almost all the proctors' eyes were drawn to the last one...

"he?"

"He hasn't written anything for almost four hours, and the imperial examination will end in another hour. I don't think he'll have enough time to answer, nor do I think he can surpass this person!"

"Hmm, that makes sense. Seeing that he hasn't moved for so long, he's probably at his wit's end!"

"Go, third proctor, go and check. If he's still like this, take his paper and don't waste any more time!"

"Hmm!" the third proctor responded, and was about to go over, but at that moment, he stopped abruptly and let out a soft "Eh."

It wasn't just him; the others were the same.

Because they discovered that the young man had finally started writing.

The question is a single one.

This question is extremely simple, but it can be fatal for ordinary people.

What constitutes treason?

This question seems simple, but it contains a deadly element to this scientific expedition.

The sage has talents he wishes to kill. Anyone who, on this issue, does not conform to his thoughts, does not conform to the nation's great ideals, or does not conform to the loyalty and righteousness of the world, is within the scope of his execution.

Therefore, most of the scholars in our country today possess wisdom and do not wish to lose their future prospects because of the imperial examinations.

It is precisely because of this that many great figures have come to understand the nature of this emperor, which even endangers the country.

However, no one dared to speak out, which also reveals another aspect of the emperor's personality.

Although the young people are young, they understand the true meaning of this question.

"Although this question contains a murderous intent, it is not enough compared to the murderous intent in this world..." the young man thought to himself, and lightly moved the pen in his hand.

"The Battle of Dreams is quite interesting. Although the reality of these dreams is very comprehensive, it's still far inferior to the Dream Induction I experienced at the Chitian Sect..."

"And this battle of dreams, when I saw the rules, I understood that it was not about who woke up first, but about who could comprehend the truth of this dream world..." Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on the young man's lips.

"Fine, since you want to compete with me in this dream contest, then I'll use your dream to win. But don't go too far! Otherwise..."

At this moment, I stop writing!

"Submit your paper!" the young man said calmly, and then left the examination hall with ease.

He is Huang Quan!

The proctors watched Huang Quan depart, and finally, they looked at his exam paper.

Upon closer inspection, there was almost nothing to see; all the proctors were utterly shocked!

They had no idea that such a question could have such an answer.

A few drops of cold sweat rolled down their cheeks, and their incredulous expressions left them completely stunned.

After a long silence, the chief examiner finally spoke, trembling, "Deliver this scroll to the Emperor..."

"Yes!"

……

City, street, road, people.

A shout from someone on the street attracts passersby to look. Before long, the street winds its way through the narrow lanes, turning the cold night into day.

Knowing the coldness, knowing the gentleness.

I do not know when the sun rises in the city at dawn, shining its light on street after street.

This dream felt so real.

Huang Quan walked on the street, and although he knew that the people and things in the dream were fake, he still wanted to treat it as real.

He pricked up his ears to listen to the bustling scene.

He observes the world with bright eyes.

It's not that he's unwilling to face it, but for him, there's no essential difference between truth and falsehood.