Chapter 1255: Cultivation Anytime, Nightmare (5k)_3

In an instant, the wind howled, as if someone were growling.

“Fire.”

Suddenly, in the wind, fierce flames manifested, shaping like the wind, rolling like tides, surging towards the pulsating darkness.

The dazzling light instantly illuminated the small courtyard, transforming into countless light spears, piercing through the darkness.

The chirping sound echoed in the darkness, as one black beetle after another emerged under the light.

The dense beetles, exposed under the light, writhed in agony but quickly melted away into the light, disappearing without a trace.

The dark tide receded, along with the faint erratic noises within it.

Grandma watched this scene quietly, holding a thermos cup. The black bone dangling from a white bone post near the door swayed with the wind, colliding with the post, emitting a crisp sound.

That black bone was a thank-you gift forcibly given last time when asking Wen Yan for help.

But this thing isn’t physical, and Grandma couldn’t pass it to Wen Yan, nor could Wen Yan use it.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy this time.

Grandma didn’t take back that charred bone, leaving it hanging there, guarding the place.

She went to Wen Yan’s room, watching the still-sleeping Wen Yan.

“I don’t know which descendant told you these things, really thinking it’s something good? What’s that saying again, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss peers back at you. Kid, someone has set their sights on you. Luckily, that old man was generous. You risked your life to save his grandson, and he used part of his power directly for you. See what you can learn, if you can grasp any of it, it’s all up to you.”

After speaking, Grandma disappeared from Wen Yan’s room.

Wen Yan opened his eyes and suddenly sat up.

As he sat up, his whole body tensed, his Yang Energy began to surge.

He looked around, this time he truly woke up.

Just now, he could feel, even waking up in the dream.

But for some reason, he couldn’t open his eyes, his body felt as if a mountain pressed upon him, his eyelids as heavy as if they weren’t his own.

He could feel the outside situation, sense the blazing fire burning, hear Grandma cursing, and hear Grandma’s words, but couldn’t move.

He knew, this certainly wasn’t Grandma’s doing, something targeted him as he slept.

It was fine today and yesterday because he always carried the title of Natural Enemy of players, with the Overlord Effect in constant play, he simply didn’t sleep.

Now he understood why the General Director immediately summoned him over, telling him those things, because indeed, someone might be targeting him.

Perhaps they’ve been watching for a long time but haven’t directly acted yet.

What was that just now?

He wanted to ask more, but after lying down, he couldn’t fall asleep again for the life of him.

He didn’t know what it was, only that it should be a method that doesn’t need direct contact yet targets him.

Unable to see the person, not knowing the adversary, their purpose, even able to completely suppress him in some aspect, this was Wen Yan’s first encounter.

He had never thought before that suppression could happen in a dream.

If he couldn’t Enter the Dream, then what would become of the incident he just encountered?

Unable to sleep, Wen Yan checked the time, not wanting to disturb the elders so late. With nothing happening for the time being, he decided to wait until tomorrow to discuss it further.

Meanwhile, on the other side, inside an underground fortress in the Northeast.

The man with Inverted Triangle Eyes, chanting the Curse Script hurriedly, suddenly heard rustling sounds, seeing the lights in the distant corridor being consumed by darkness, his expression changed dramatically.

He immediately threw aside all items in his hands, took out a small mud-sealed jar, opened it, and swallowed everything inside in one gulp.

In the next instant, his eyes turned completely white, a bluish-gray white.

The next moment, the rushing darkness, accompanied by rustling sounds, engulfed him.

After the wave of darkness passed, the man with Inverted Triangle Eyes collapsed to the ground, seemingly lifeless.

Half a minute later, he gasped suddenly, sitting up from the ground.

He looked at the already shattered, slightly charred small altar in front of him, with a somber expression, picked it up, and returned to the surface.

On the surface, he threw the charred small altar in front of the elderly man with Flower Hair, speaking with a sullen face.

“If it weren’t for my caution and preparation, letting a Ghost die in my stead, I might have been countered just now, my soul taken away.”

“What happened? Just causing a little influence, how did it backfire?”

“How should I know? That guy had an energy level so vigorous it didn’t seem human. I prepared four times in the past two days, and every time he remained clear-headed without resting. This time by rights it should have succeeded, but somehow got countered back. The thing I brought over got sent back, almost taking me with it.”

“Do you know what it was? Wasn’t it said that guy was just a pure Martial Artist?” Flower Hair’s expression also turned grave.

“What can be confirmed is that while he sleeps, I can suppress him. He should indeed be a Pure Martial Artist, but something is protecting him, something I don’t know about, but definitely unusual.”

The man with Inverted Triangle Eyes looked at the charred small altar, his expression somber, eyes full of regret. This small altar was now ruined; it had taken a great effort and several years to painstakingly create one that worked.

Now it had turned into this ghostly state, burned by something unknown, with its attached traits scorched away.

The Flower Hair elder pondered for a moment, then said,

“Don’t do anything for now. I’ll ask around again; that kid might not even know whom he’s offended. Besides us, at least two other groups want to deal with him.”