Chapter 747 - 400: Meng Die Emperor’s Patch, Wishes in the Treasury

Chapter 747: Chapter 400: Meng Die Emperor’s Patch, Wishes in the Treasury

Hoo...

The wind outside the window was getting stronger, the sky getting darker.

The windows of the factory downstairs lit up.

In the distance on the road, cars also turned on their driving lights.

In the office, Fang Xiaoyu stared at the computer screen, watching the live broadcast, watching the entrance of the treasure vault heavily guarded by Heluo’s troops, and from the tiny screen, felt the chill, not daring to breathe!

"It’s so terrifying!

"What’s really inside that vault?"

Xiao Chuixue frowned, snuggled his furry head over, and looked at the computer screen.

"Oh?"

Treasure vault?

The world’s best vault is Fox Mountain’s warehouse!

All other vaults are far inferior!

The vault on the computer screen wasn’t even the one the master let them go and scan, which means it wasn’t anything great.

Not far away, Bai Mo frowned, tapping his fingers on the table, trying to sense through his dream the whereabouts of the ten Black Ghost Eyes.

"This... seems you can really sense it...

"It’s just a bit difficult..."

Over the years, he used this dream every day, becoming more familiar with it, controlling it like an extension of his own limbs.

Slightly squinting his eyes now, through the dream, sensing the Black Ghost Eyes, he felt like he was floating in the night sky, in the boundless ocean of a rainy night, searching for a few tiny fish among surging tide waves...

This is, of course, difficult!

Those fish could be hidden in the shadow of the waves, perhaps in the foam of the surf; even if sometimes caught by his sight, it might just be a fleeting glint.

But Bai Mo, squinting, could vaguely sense that perhaps he could control this dream better.

"Let’s try again!"

He picked up his water cup, took a sip, squinted his eyes, and fell into a half-asleep state.

...

In a simply furnished, clean-rented apartment.

Pop!

Zhang Qiren turned on the light and sat back at his desk.

The mirror reflected the monitoring of the treasure vault entrance by the Dark World, showing the heavy forces of the Immortal Committee.

He frowned and asked the Ancient Immortal in his dream.

"Master, is that Great Treasure Vault also an array?

"Can it really block the Immortal Dream?"

The voice of the Ancient Immortal quickly came, having been quite satisfied with Zhang Qiren recently, basically answering every question.

"That’s not an array.

"That vault is a... gigantic Immortal Artifact.

"It indeed can isolate the Immortal Dream, but that does not mean it’s stronger, does not mean it’s superior to the Immortal Dream.

"After all, the Immortal Dream was created by Meng Die Emperor, achieving the highest accomplishment in Array Dao history!

"However, this dream was the Emperor’s cage for us, not a weapon provided.

"You shouldn’t demand too much from a cage, do you understand?"

Zhang Qiren realized, suddenly recalling the twist about Meng Die Emperor, understanding the logic within here.

"But, this way, we can’t see at all, what’s really inside that vault?"

...

Hoo...

The wind howled, flying sand billowed, engulfing the ruins in its debris.

The Sharp Blade Squad stayed in formation, trudging through the sand and debris in the ruins.

The first member had already photographed the stone tablet, storing the data into their portable black boxes.

At this point, the ten continued to walk forward, further into this dream.

The captain in the middle of the team occasionally looked at the compass and scanned the ruins along the way, memorizing every broken wall’s contour and shape, every pillar’s thickness and pattern.

"Stone pillar, Kui Dragon Pattern..."

"Copper pillar, Mermaid Pattern..."

"Broken wall, three openings..."

While memorizing, the camera on his helmet kept recording.

Although lacking satellite navigation, sensors in their boots recorded walking frequency, stride, and direction, documenting their path.

Thus, the ten navigated the ruins, staying vigilant, careful, braving the sandstorm, ceaselessly pressing forward!

"Everyone, be careful!

"Exoskeleton Armor alerts that our ankle movement trajectory and bending angle are slightly unusual. We seem... to be climbing a mountain. Climbing such an extremely gentle slope that in the sandstorm obscured view, it resembles flat ground."

The members nodded and continued forward.

After walking unknowingly for how long, climbing unknowingly how high.

"We’ve reached flat ground."

The captain said.

"Instrument indicates our ankle movement trajectory and bending angle, all returning to normal.

"It seems like this is still palace ruins?

"The broken walls are high, there’s a door there, a corridor over there.

"Everyone, pay attention, don’t let the terrain separate our formation."

As he spoke, the members listened.

Everyone cautiously contracted their formation and entered a corridor.

"...This corridor has no roof.

"Above, too, a sandstorm.

"Do you have any wishes?"

As they walked, the captain suddenly, without preamble, uttered such a line.

The members froze, halted.

"Wishes?"

"Captain, my wish is just to rest.

"The daily training is really exhausting, practiced day after day, year after year, every day is very tiring, every year is very tiring, my body is too weary, my mind too numb!"

"I want to rest as well!

"I want to lie in a bed, no training, no vigilance, no fear of being suddenly whistled for assembly, no fear of being beaten or yelled at by the squad leader."

"I want to rest too!

"I want to lie in bed, sleep comfortably! Eight hours of sleep in the training camp is really not enough, I can’t recover physically. I want a duvet, a big cotton pillow, want to curl up and sleep as long as I want, sleep until I naturally wake up!"

"I want to rest too!