Chapter 2397 Misfortune in Slumber

This towering, boundless gate stood between heaven and earth, yet remained tightly shut.

On the eaves and pillars of the gate, one could vaguely make out twelve skull-shaped hollows.

Obviously, as long as the Crystal Skulls were set into those hollows, the Door of Creation could be opened.

Under the eager gazes of all the cultivators, Yang Fei took out twelve Crystal Skulls.

These twelve Crystal Skulls were identical in size. They had been passed down on Earth for hundreds of years, each endowed with various symbolic meanings and used for all kinds of purposes.

Some had pure silver inlaid on their surface, some were painted with all sorts of strange symbols, some had even been stolen from ancient tombs…

But regardless of their form, at this moment they all blossomed with a moist, dazzling radiance, clearly resonating in some strange way with the Door of Creation.

Yang Fei's palm trembled lightly, and the twelve Crystal Skulls rose into the air.

These Crystal Skulls suddenly broke free of Yang Fei's control, turning into twelve streaks of Divine Light as they flew toward the Door of Creation.

The Crystal Skulls followed their respective trajectories and entered the pre‑reserved hollows on the Door of Creation.

Yang Fei stared wide‑eyed, secretly on his guard.

The other cultivators were also staring at this miraculous Door of Creation, their hearts surging with excitement.

Boom!

With a single deafening roar, ten thousand zhang of Golden Light poured out.

Everyone was stabbed by that intense radiance and instinctively shut their eyes.

All of a sudden, an uncontrollable, terrifying pull erupted from behind the Door of Creation.

Huge vortices formed raging tornadoes, yanking at everyone and flinging them toward the inside of the Door of Creation.

Before the Door of Creation had appeared, every person had longed to enter it.

Yet now, as the giant vortices dragged them into the Door of Creation,

a fear they could not control rose in each person's heart.

Yang Fei smiled faintly, offering no resistance at all.

He allowed that immense vortex force to pull his body in, and entered the Door of Creation.

Yang Fei was like an autumn leaf, drifting and swirling as he was drawn into the funnel‑shaped vortex within the gate.

The panic‑stricken crowd suddenly realized, and all secretly cursed themselves for being idiots.

They'd gone through countless hardships to enter the Door of Creation, yet now that the Qilin Holy Land had truly descended, they were scared out of their wits. Simply ridiculous!

Everyone let go of their resistance, allowing the Door of Creation's gigantic vortex force to swallow them one by one, disappearing beyond that Golden Light.

After roughly four or five minutes, the heavenly anomalies gradually faded.

The outline of the Door of Creation began to blur, and the heavy gate could vaguely be seen slowly closing.

Another two to three minutes passed, and in this patch of void all visions vanished.

On the Snow Mountain, only the solitary Vajra Temple remained, with monks kneeling all over the snowy ground.

Although the abbot of the Vajra Temple had lost an arm, he too had entered the Qilin Holy Land with the others.

The remaining monks were those whose cultivation wasn't sufficient, or who did not dare enter the Door of Creation.

In a daze, Yang Fei seemed to have had a wonderful dream.

In the Endless Void, the golden Tiger Head Spear in Yang Fei's hand pierced into Emperor Tian's chest.

Yang Fei lifted his entire body up, like hoisting a giant banner of victory.

Beyond the void, for tens of thousands of li across the Divine Realm, all was packed with the people of all heavenly tribes, kneeling on the ground, shivering uncontrollably.

At the very front, kneeling there, was none other than the magnificent and dignified Queen Mother of the West.

Her whole body trembled as she stared at Yang Fei, lost and terrified, begging for mercy again and again.

Yang Fei tossed aside Emperor Tian's corpse, strode over, grabbed the old woman by the hair, and slapped her left and right, beating her until she screamed miserably.

Behind Yang Fei, Wang Xiaoshi's face was full of comforting satisfaction.

He was surrounded by the clan members of the True Martial Realm, smiling and nodding repeatedly.

Yang Fei ruthlessly thrashed the Queen Mother of the West, feeling utterly refreshed, then shouted an order in high spirits.

"Lock this old hag in Candle Dragon Abyss, throw her into a little dark room and keep her there forever!"

The Divine General in golden Armor led away the Queen Mother of the West, dragging her down like a dead dog.

Yang Fei was elated. He had just opened his mouth to say something when an incomparably gentle voice suddenly drifted over.

"Afei, it's time to take your medicine…"

Yang Fei turned around and saw the gentle, water‑like Lin Xueyi carrying a bowl of medicine, walking toward him gracefully.

Behind Lin Xueyi, many beautiful women stood, their eyes brimming with tender affection.

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The scene was so beautiful that Yang Fei felt as though all thirty‑six thousand pores on his body had opened. All his wishes had come true; his heart was peaceful and joyful.

His whole body relaxed. He only wanted time to stop here, year after year, this moment becoming eternity.

However, Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei faintly sent out a warning, telling him that all of this was nothing but illusion.

Yang Fei's rational mind forced him to wake up and face reality.

Yet his eyelids felt as heavy as mountains, stubbornly refusing to open.

The feeling was like refusing to get out of bed: clearly knowing that if he kept sleeping he'd be late for school and would suffer the teacher's anger and scolding,

but still keeping his eyes shut, silently counting the seconds, utterly unwilling to open them.

Only, this kind of tempta~tion was a hundred times more intense than lazing in bed.

Even a cultivator with the immense willpower of someone like Yang Fei couldn't resist such a wish‑fulfilling dream.

He only wanted to sink into it, never waking again.

Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei grew more and more urgent in its warnings.

If he didn't wake up in time, he might face a cataclysmic disaster, body and Soul both annihilated.

Yang Fei let out a sigh, bit down hard on his tongue, and with the resolve of a warrior cutting off his own arm, slowly forced his eyes open.

The moment his eyes opened, he was startled.

Up in the sky, raging flames burned, as if a great hole had been torn open.

Endless magma, accompanied by fire, tilted down toward the earth.

On the vast land, a thousand li away, a gigantic volcano was blazing furiously.

Even from this distance, Yang Fei could feel an indescribable scorching heat.

Above Yang Fei's head, a huge illusory Shadow squatted in the sky like a stone lion.

Its Shadow cast from the heavens to the ground, just covering more than twenty cultivators below.

Yang Fei was among them, and his whole body felt a wave of uncontrollable fatigue surge over him like the tide.

Wariness surged in Yang Fei's heart.

He was already a Sun God cultivator—how could he feel drowsiness?

All of this most likely had a great deal to do with that enormous Shadow before him.

Yang Fei moved slightly and slowly stood up.

The two cultivators in front of and behind him stood there like wooden stakes, eyes tightly shut.

Yang Fei stepped forward and discovered that the two cultivators had long since stopped breathing.

He couldn't help sighing, reaching out to pat one cultivator's shoulder.

Who would have thought that with that single pat, Yang Fei's hand would fall straight into empty air.

Yang Fei jumped in shock.

Looking closely, he saw that the cultivator's body had somehow turned into an illusory Shadow.

Body and Soul annihilated!

This was the outcome Sun God cultivators feared most.

Generally speaking, once a cultivator had condensed a Sun God, he could possess a thousand‑year lifespan.

Even if his physical body were damaged and destroyed, he could still split off a wisp of Divine Thought to guard his Three Souls and Seven Spirits, escaping alive and re‑condensing a Body of the Sun God.

But these two cultivators had actually fallen into a trap in their sleep, without even realizing it.

Their Souls and Bodies of the Sun God had both turned into nothingness.