Chapter 1208: Chapter 1208: Bloodline Awakening

As Ning Fan fell, the world once again turned into a vast white fog-filled realm.

Then, within that white mist, Ning Fan’s shattered body began to reassemble, bit by bit, reappearing between heaven and earth.

"I’m completely no match at all. In front of the Ant Lord at full strength, I actually can’t even run away..."

Ning Fan gave a slight bitter smile; after the bitter smile, cold light kept surging in his eyes.

The other party actually wants to kill him a hundred times in a dream! Even if it’s a Saint’s Soul Dispersion, that’s far too arrogant!

A Saint’s Soul Dispersion, in the end, is not a true Saint! You can kill me a hundred times, a thousand times, but as long as you slip even once, I’ll see you damned for all eternity!

"This palace already said, I will kill you a hundred times. Now there are still ninety‑nine left..."

The white mist before his eyes was suddenly blown away by a raging wind!

This time, the dream world was no longer a vast ocean, but a mountain—a celestial mountain shaped like a reclining ox! A mountain even more gigantic than the boundless starry sky! So huge that all of the Four Heavens together could not contain it!

"What mountain is this, to be so enormous..." Ning Fan’s gaze grew sharp. From atop this reclining ox-like giant mountain, he sensed a wisp of aura vast as heavenly might, seemingly in slumber.

"Oh? This cycle of the dream of reincarnation, the scene it replays is the Bajing Mountains, then. You, as an Illusionary Dream Realm Ant People, probably have never seen this mountain in your entire life. But in our Real Realms, there’s no way anyone wouldn’t recognize it. After all, this is one of the Nine Mountains of Ancestor Hongjun’s Dao Spirit World." The Ant Lord’s figure also manifested between heaven and earth; looking at this mountain, her eyes were full of reverence.

But when her gaze fell back onto Ning Fan, it returned to its usual icy ruthlessness.

The killing intent rose once more!

A ray of cold light shot out from the Ant Lord’s beautiful eyes, as if it could directly pierce through heaven and earth, carrying supreme might. Ning Fan used all his strength to dodge, yet he could not avoid that cold light. The instant it struck him, his entire body turned into ice; then the ice shattered, breaking into countless shards.

Ning Fan fell once again! And this time the Ant Lord hadn’t even made a single move; merely by birthing cold light in her eyes, by lifting her frosty gaze to the heavens, she directly froze him to death!

Was the gap between him and the Ant Lord actually this vast! He couldn’t even withstand a single look from her?

"No, that’s not right! That wasn’t an ordinary gaze. That kind of frosty gaze lifted to the sky had the Power of Reincarnation circulating within it; it should be some kind of Saint Divine Skills, which is why it could annihilate me in a single blow!"

The world returned to a realm of white mist!

Within the white fog, Ning Fan was reborn once more. As the mist dispersed, a brand‑new dream world unfolded before his eyes.

What entered his sight was a strange continent, and on that continent there existed a deathly still Immortal Kingdom.

This Immortal Kingdom was far too eerie. No one knew what had happened, but all its citizens had turned into stone statues; the terrified expressions on their faces were so vivid, frozen into the Long River of time.

"Not good! This cycle of the dream of reincarnation is replaying the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom! I don’t have time to kill that stinky brat; I must leave this place at once!"

The Ant Lord had only just reappeared between heaven and earth. The moment she saw the surrounding terrain, her expression changed drastically. She actually did not kill Ning Fan for a third time, but turned around to flee.

However, she couldn’t escape!

Without any warning, her body began to turn to stone. The petrification spread too fast; in just an instant, it transformed the Ant Lord into a fossil. All traces of life were strangled, and she died in an extremely bizarre way.

"The Ant Lord was actually killed by her own dream world?"

Ning Fan was astonished, but immediately after, he was speechless.

It wasn’t only the Ant Lord who was petrified; he also turned to stone. His body suddenly turned into rock, and all signs of life were directly extinguished.

He died without rhyme or reason; Ning Fan didn’t even know who had attacked him...

Fortunately, this death of his was not entirely meaningless; the Ant Lord had the misfortune of dying once as well.

"I understand now. The Ant Lord is just a wisp of scattered soul. She can forcibly drag me into this cycle of reincarnation dream, but she can’t truly control how the dream develops. Earlier, she turned into a mortal ant and was killed by me; this time, she was turned to stone by her own Immortal Ancestor Kingdom in the dream. Both are proof of that. I might have died three times in this dream, but she has also died twice. I’ve died three times and the damage to my divine sense is negligible, whereas she, though she’s only died twice, seems to have taken far heavier damage to her divine sense..."

Ning Fan’s body manifested once more in the world of white mist.

His perception far surpassed others of the same level; through this dream world, he vaguely sensed that the Ant Lord’s scattered soul aura had been greatly weakened.

Could it be that the Ant Lord’s scattered soul Divine Spirit Sea of Consciousness was far less resilient than his own Divine Spirit Sea of Consciousness? Otherwise, with merely two deaths, why would it have weakened so much!

Ning Fan estimated that with how sturdy his Divine Spirit Sea of Consciousness was, even if he were killed a hundred times in this dream, he still wouldn’t fall; at least two hundred deaths would be needed before his life was in danger.

And the Ant Lord? How many times could she die?

Thirty times? Twenty times? Ten times? Or could she not even withstand ten deaths?

"I may not be able to kill the Ant Lord head‑on, but so long as errors occur within her dream, she herself has an enormous chance of falling... What I need to do is guide, to guide this dream to develop in a direction unfavorable to the Ant Lord!"

In the world of white mist, Ning Fan closed his eyes; when he opened them again, there was the phantom of a reincarnation seed in his eyes. It began to take root, began to sprout!

This was the reincarnation seed Ning Fan had condensed through his own path of cultivation. All Power of Reincarnation that derived from it belonged to Ning Fan himself, not some mere imitation!

Unfortunately, this Power of Reincarnation was far too little, far too little. But at times, disrupting the overall pattern doesn’t require much strength.

The world is like an endless sheet of paper; only a single drop of ink is needed to stain it!

Ning Fan could not use the Power of Reincarnation to create this misty, white‑fog dream world, but he... could create a single drop of ink!

Black light flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes, and a drop of reincarnation ink heavily streaked across the vast white‑fog heavens and earth.

His Power of Reincarnation was too scant—so scant that as soon as it was drawn upon the world, it was drowned out by more white fog! But "little" does not mean "without impact"!

When the next dream world appeared, when the Ant Lord appeared once more, her expression was unbelievably ugly!

It had gone out of control!

Her control over this cycle of the dream of reincarnation had completely slipped from her grasp!

She was only a scattered-soul body; using this kind of Divine Skill was already forcing it, and she could only barely maintain her connection to this dream world with her meager Power of Reincarnation.

But in this instant! Her already fragile connection with heaven and earth was completely disrupted by a strand of Power of Reincarnation that did not belong to this heaven and earth.

She had just been annihilated once by the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom; according to the rule that the dream’s reincarnation changes the world, this place should not repeat the appearance of the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom.

Yet the reality was, she and Ning Fan once again appeared in the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom within the dream!

"Hm? Dreaming of these two annoying little bugs again? How troublesome, I’ll just kill them one more time!" The Immortal Ancestor Kingdom was actually speaking! It was merely a formless nation, yet it could actually talk!

In the next instant, the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom once again slew the Ant Lord and Ning Fan, a crushing obliteration that not even the Ant Lord could resist in the slightest!

The world vanished, finally returning to a state of white mist. Within the misty white heavens and earth, Ning Fan was reborn; the moment he was reborn, he heard the rage of the Ant Lord echoing in the white-mist world!

"It was you! You actually used the Power of Reincarnation to completely sever my control over this realm! You’re just a little Immortal King, how could you possibly do such a thing!" It was no guess, but a tone of absolute certainty!

The Ant Lord’s tone was no longer the lofty superiority from before, nor the cold contempt of all living beings. She had been enraged by Ning Fan! This was the shameful fury born when a dignified Saint is plotted against by a mere ant!

"Ant Lord, have you ever been crushed under the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom?" Ning Fan did not admit it, nor did he deny it; he merely used the Ant Lord’s own words to strike back.

When the Ant Lord thought she could crush Ning Fan with her Saint Cultivation, Ning Fan shattered that delusion.

In terms of cultivation, a hundred Ning Fans could not defeat the Ant Lord at her peak, but he could drag the Ant Lord to die with him, again and again!

The white mist dispersed, and the dream world that appeared before his eyes was actually still the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom!

The Ant Lord only felt her back go cold, cowed by Ning Fan’s momentum of mutual destruction! She suddenly felt a trace of regret; using the dream’s reincarnation to kill Ning Fan perhaps had not been the right decision. But... her connection to this dream world had already been severed by Ning Fan. If she wanted to withdraw from this dream again, it would no longer be such an easy matter!

"Are you not afraid that if you keep going on like this in mutual destruction, the one who dies first will be you! I am a Saint; my soul is eternal and undying!" the Ant Lord shouted.

"Truly undying? Then why is it that from your tone, I hear a trace of dread, a trace of fear."

"Boy, I don’t know how you did it, to make the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom appear again and again in this dream. You have no idea how terrifying the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom is. Do you think this world is only my dream! Did you not hear the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom’s voice! It said it dreamed of you! Do you understand what that means!"

Sure enough, almost as soon as the Ant Lord’s voice fell, the illusory and formless Immortal Ancestor Kingdom let out a puzzled sound again. "How strange, three dreams in a row, and all of them about these two little bugs. An ant and a butterfly fighting—yet the ant is so small, how could it possibly beat the butterfly, idiot. How boring, I’ll kill them once more."

The Immortal Ancestor Kingdom once again killed Ning Fan and the Ant Lord, and afterward Ning Fan was reborn amid the boundless white mist! By now he had died five times in total, while the Ant Lord had died four!

Ning Fan’s divine sense was too strong; dying five times in the dream was like playing around, and he was still lively and vigorous. But the Ant Lord was miserable! She was only a scattered-soul body; her divine sense was far too weak, not to mention not reaching Saint level, it did not even compare to some Eternal Immortal Venerables of the Real Realms. Dying four times dealt enormous damage to her; her aura’s strength had already fallen to only half of what it originally was!

Everything was proceeding according to Ning Fan’s plan.

The only thing outside Ning Fan’s expectations were the Ant Lord’s words just now, as well as... the words of the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom.

"What exactly did the Ant Lord mean? What does it mean that the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom dreamed of me; isn’t this dream world woven by the shared slumber of me and the Ant Lord? But from the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom’s tone, it seems it’s not that I dreamed of the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom, but that the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom dreamed of me... Could it be that the dream world I am in at this moment is actually connected to the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom’s dream..."

A trace of hesitation rose in Ning Fan’s heart.

He faintly felt that forcing this dream, again and again, to be marked and return to the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom’s scene did not seem a correct decision.

This move could indeed get rid of the Ant Lord’s scattered soul, but it might also trigger other unforeseeable dangers...

"Boy! This palace concedes defeat! How about you and I make a temporary truce! Quickly withdraw the Power of Reincarnation and stop interfering with this dream world; when the time comes, this palace will cancel the Divine Skill of the reincarnation dream. Once we both return to the outside world, we’ll decide victory and defeat out there." The Ant Lord actually softened.

Ning Fan did not answer the Ant Lord, nor did he withdraw that drop of reincarnation ink. He had already guessed there was some risk in continuing to loop back to the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom, but he trusted the Ant Lord even less! If he withdrew that drop of reincarnation ink at this moment, the Ant Lord would not necessarily keep her promise and解除 the Divine Skill of the reincarnation dream.

There was no way he would undo it; he would continue to disrupt this dream world, letting the evolution of the dream develop in a direction disadvantageous to the Ant Lord. Of course, continuing to revert to the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom was also not a wise choice, so... he decided to switch to another reincarnation dream and perish together with the Ant Lord. The Immortal Ancestor Kingdom had already been used three times; it was time to change!

Unleashing his divination Dao cultivation to the full, Ning Fan gazed upon the vast world of white mist, as if he could discern countless fortunes and disasters.

Minor Auspicious, Middle Auspicious, Great Auspicious...

Minor Inauspicious, Middle Inauspicious, Great Inauspicious...

"Let the dream evolve toward a Minor Inauspicious outcome..."

Ning Fan made his decision, and then his Power of Reincarnation began to exert its influence.

The white mist between heaven and earth once again dispersed, and the world that appeared this time was finally no longer the territory of the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom.

The Ant Lord manifested, and upon appearing this time, she did not sense the terrifying aura of the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom. She was just about to heave a sigh of relief when, in the next instant, terror once again surfaced in her beautiful eyes!

Although the world before her was not the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom, it was also an extremely perilous place!

"This is... the Bright Dome World of Bloodline Awakening! Are you insane! To actually manipulate the dream to transform into this place! Do you want to be devoured by the Niku that the Sect of SoleFlame from the Ground raises here!"

Ning Fan’s gaze narrowed slightly. Sect of SoleFlame from the Ground? That name sounded very familiar... Right, when he broke through the Shedding Void Realm, he had almost been killed by a Withered Palm. That Withered Palm had crossed time and space to strike, utterly defying the heavens; after all, at that time Ning Fan was within the Zidou Illusion Realm of the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign. Even the Calamity Master could not ignore the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign’s Divine Skills and injure the Purple Dou scions within the Illusion Realm across domains, yet the owner of that Withered Palm had managed to do exactly that.

The strength of that person was very likely a notch above even the Master of Calamity Thought. If that Withered Palm’s attack had not been almost completely depleted by the Zidou Illusion Realm’s power, Ning Fan—who had only been at the Shedding Void Realm at the time—absolutely could not have withstood that suspected Fourth Step palm strike!

Could the owner of that Withered Palm be this Bloodline Awakening in the Ant Lord’s mouth?

Looping the dream back to the Immortal Ancestor Kingdom had not been a wise decision.

Looping it back to this place might be an even more grievous mistake...

The Bright Dome World was a realm of blinding auroras; here there was only day, no night. This world seemed like a starry sky, yet what floated in the void was not Cultivation Stars, but one Sun after another!

Those were true Suns! Things that Ning Fan could never see in the starry sky of the Dreamland Realm! Because without Bloodline Awakening’s permission, even the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign could not create a Sun within his own dream realm!

"Damn! My scattered-soul divine sense is already near-crippled; I cannot die again. I must leave here, leave this Bright Dome World! Fortunately I am a Light Ant, adept in light Escape Techniques. This place is filled everywhere with sunlight; if I borrow the light to escape, there might still be a chance to flee this place!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The Ant Lord transformed into a wisp of radiance, blending into the sunlight filling the sky, attempting to hide within the light and escape this place.

But almost instantly, a mocking laugh rang out across the Bright Dome World, as if scoffing at the Ant Lord’s attempt to flee.

Almost at the very moment that laughter sounded, the heavens and earth were filled with the ceaseless chanting of the Sect of SoleFlame from the Ground’s disciples!

[Turn back, turn back, turn back... Come follow My Dao of the Infinite Crossing, the Four Illusions and Four Extinguishments Stepping into Emptiness Realm, the Sect of SoleFlame from the Ground...]

[Turn back, turn back, turn back... Come follow My Dao of the Infinite Ancient, offer yourself to the Bright Dome, command Niku in reverse, the Sect of SoleFlame from the Ground...]

With the rise of that chanting, countless black specks suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. Those specks came so abruptly, that extreme black so out of place with this world of auroras.

Those black specks poured down like a rainstorm, as though upon this world of auroras, a rain of one whole realm of black had descended.

As soon as that black rain fell, the Ant Lord let out a miserable scream, her figure forced out of hiding by the rain; then the rain fell upon her body, brutally piercing through her flesh, transforming into pitch‑black rods one after another, sealing off all of her cultivations!

These black rods looked familiar to Ning Fan; they seemed to be a method that only a spirit could use—he had once helped someone extract such divine black rods.

"This old man recognizes you. You are that ant Hongjun took in. But that is not a reason for you to break into this old man’s dream. You will have to pay a price..." In the Bright Dome World, an old man’s voice suddenly rang out.

Ning Fan would never forget this voice; the owner of this voice was precisely that supreme existence who had attacked him when he was at the Shedding Void Stage!

As that voice sounded, the Ant Lord’s face turned pale with fright. She wanted to struggle free of the black rod seals, but there was no way she could break loose.

Boom!

A deafening blast followed. The Ant Lord, whose body was filled with black rods, had her physical form explode apart on the spot, dissolving into a blood‑rain that scattered to nothing. She had fallen in a dream once again. Only, this time was different from before—the damage to her divine sense was nearly ten times what it had been!

In truth, that old man had still shown restraint; he was already taking into account his friendship as Daoist with Ancestor Hongjun.

The Ant Lord was an ant raised by Hongjun; he could show a bit of mercy and forgive her crime of trespassing into his dream. But as for that butterfly, it seemed there was no need to hold back.

"We meet again, little fellow. Still remember what this old man said? The matter of exterminating Holder Cultivators is one jointly decided by the Third World—Heaven rejects the cultivation path; this road is blocked. Last time, this old man crossed too many cycles of reincarnation to kill you; moreover, there was Zidou Power blocking the way, so I left you a thread of life with which to escape. But this time, you won’t have such good fortune. Niku, devour this boy. Anyone devoured by you, even in a dream, will have their existence truly erased."

The old man seemed to be issuing orders to some entity.

At the same time, the greatest sense of crisis he had ever felt descended upon Ning Fan!

He only saw some black creature in the Bright Dome World flicker once, and after that, he knew nothing more.

He was eaten by that mysterious creature, and digested.

He had fallen once again!

Falling in itself was a small matter—falling in a dream, one could simply be reborn—but what horrified Ning Fan was that this time, he had almost been unable to be reborn, as if some supreme power had nearly erased his very existence!

What...power was that!

Ning Fan could make nothing of it. If not for the divine blood in his body unleashing its power at the critical moment, he might truly have had his existence wiped away!

Having narrowly escaped this calamity, Ning Fan knew he would likely never forget that man, Bloodline Awakening. A meal’s kindness must be repaid; the slightest enmity must be avenged! He did not have the strength now, but once he did, he would make the Sect of SoleFlame from the Ground pay the price!

"What’s going on? Why has that brat’s existence not been erased by you? Niku, you rarely fail. This old man is...very disappointed in you!" Bloodline Awakening said displeased.

"I am sorry, Master. That brat’s existence, your disciple cannot erase."

"Just because he is a Holder Cultivator?"

"No. He has already grown into a spirit. Though his level as a spirit is still low, no one can erase his existence with a mere dream. This disciple cannot do it; even if Master were to strike personally, it would likewise be impossible! If you wish to destroy this child’s existence, you must face him in person!"

"What! That brat has actually become a spirit! This old man knew it, I should have thought of this long ago! A tiger let loose for a day becomes a calamity for many lives! Fortunately, this old man has already remembered this child’s existence. In the Dreamland Realm, he cannot attain Saint Level; if he seeks to become a Saint, he must reach the Real Realms. Once he reaches the Real Realms, this old man will be the first to destroy him! A Holder Cultivator? A spirit? Hmph! Compared to an existence like this old man, who cultivates both as spirit and Immortal Spirits, he is still nothing but an ant!"

...

Though his existence had not been erased, being devoured by that mysterious creature still inflicted no light injury upon Ning Fan.

He had died five times in a row without major problem, but at this sixth fall, his divine sense grew weakened.

Fortunately, the weakness of his divine sense was still within controllable limits. The Ant Lord was the tragic one—hers was true weakness, already so frail she was on her last breath!

Within the white mist, Ning Fan was reborn. He could feel that this cycle dream was already unstable, on the verge of collapse at any time.

This was proof that the Ant Lord had reached the limit of her weakness.

Ning Fan was convinced that as long as the Ant Lord in such a state died one more time, he would win this battle within the dream!

The Ant Lord knew this as well. Thus she was afraid; she wanted to undo the dream and flee, but at this point she was so weakened that she could not even dissolve the dream!

"You’ve lost. When the next dream opens, that will be your death day."

"Damn it! Looks like this strand of scattered soul truly cannot be preserved. Since that’s the case...then I won’t keep it; I’ll give it to you instead! Don’t you like perishing together with this palace? If you like this palace so much, then this palace shall accompany you forever! Nightmare Possession Technique!"

The entire dream world suddenly vanished.

In the real world, atop the mountain of Dao, Ning Fan awakened. The moment he awakened, he saw the Ant Lord’s scattered soul, which had been in slumber at his side, dissolve into points of light and scatter away.

She had died?

Or escaped?

"You guessed wrong! This palace has moved into your divine sense! Only after seeing your divine sense did this palace realize—you are actually an Ancient Deity. Tsk, tsk, tsk, you have even obtained the Ancient Nation Shield of Creation..."

It was the Ant Lord’s mocking voice, directly resounding within Ning Fan’s divine sense! Only now did Ning Fan belatedly notice that within his divine sense, there was now a black‑clothed woman the size of an ant. It was the Ant Lord; she had moved into Ning Fan’s divine sense and was roaming about inside, rifling through Ning Fan’s memories!

"You dare intrude into my divine sense and rummage through my memories!" Ning Fan’s gaze turned terrifying in an instant.

He had clearly gained absolute advantage in the dream battle, yet in the end he had still been outmaneuvered by the Ant Lord’s Nightmare Possession Technique.

What kind of Divine Skills was this!

After she used this technique, how had she managed to attach herself to his divine sense without gods or ghosts knowing! Could even the Divine Spirit Sea of Consciousness of a spirit not block this technique’s invasion! If this woman took the chance to damage his divine sense, would he not have his divine sense collapse and die on the spot...

"You really want to kill me, don’t you. Unfortunately, you cannot. Let this palace briefly explain the use of this technique. Once this technique is activated, none but a Fourth Step Reverse Saint can解除 it. In the years to come, I will always live in your divine sense. You cannot drive me away, nor can you kill me, unless you are willing to destroy your own divine sense and become a corpse; and I, in turn, will become your nightmare. In the possessed state, I will have all my cultivations sealed and will be unable to directly attack your divine sense. The only way I can take revenge is that when you fall asleep, I will hunt and torment you in your dreams. But even such pursuit cannot inflict real harm upon you; it can only leave you without peace! The Nightmare Possession Technique is not a killing art; it is meant to become an enemy’s nightmare, to torment and ravage the enemy for a lifetime! None who lack deep and bitter hatred would ever use such a mutually‑wounding Divine Skills! This palace has no great blood feud with you, yet you nearly destroyed this palace’s strand of scattered soul. In order to survive, this palace can only hide within your divine sense, so that you will not dare to harm me further."

"Your explanation is anything but brief, and... I don’t believe you’re kind enough to lay out every detail of this technique for me."

"Hehe, believe it or not, that’s your problem! I said this much only because I’m afraid you’ll blindly try to erase me. If you fail to kill me and instead wreck your own divine sense, destroy your spirit sense and drag me down to die with you, that’d be annoying."

Ning Fan simply refused to believe her!

He no longer rushed to climb the mountain of Dao. Instead, he sat cross‑legged on the ground, unfolding all sorts of Divine Skills, trying to drive the Ant Lord out of his divine sense.

The Ant Lord might not have fully revealed the details of the Body Possession Technique of Nightmare, but there was one point she hadn’t lied about! Once this technique possessed someone, aside from a cultivator of The Fourth Step, no one could undo it! Even the Ant Lord herself couldn’t dispel it! This was the ultimate life‑saving technique her master—Ancestor Hongjun—had passed down to her!

She wasn’t "hiding" in Ning Fan’s divine sense; that was just a nicer way of putting it. In truth, in order to survive, she had forever imprisoned herself in Ning Fan’s divine sense!

She would never escape from Ning Fan’s divine sense. Compared to scattering her soul and falling, being temporarily imprisoned in Ning Fan’s divine sense was an outcome she could still barely accept.

What if Ning Fan went to the Real Realms someday?

Once Ning Fan entered the Real Realms, her master Ancestor Hongjun would definitely not sit idly by. He would surely rescue her. As long as she endured until that day, she would still have a hope of survival!

"I know what you’re thinking. You’ve possessed my divine sense, and for some reason I can see all your thoughts. Looks like that’s one of the side effects of the Body Possession Technique of Nightmare as well. You’re yearning for the day I run off to the Real Realms so your master can come save you. But you’ve forgotten one thing: why must I go to the Real Realms in this lifetime? I live quite happily here in the Dreamland Realm created by the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign. The people I care about are here, and it’s very safe. The Real Realms are different. I haven’t even gone there yet, and I’ve already offended several Fourth Step Immortal Emperor‑level existences... Lizu won’t let me go, your master won’t let me go for your sake, and the Taicang Calamity Spirit likely won’t either..."

"Hehe, that kind of ’content with a small fortune’ mentality of yours is really dangerous. You’re not planning to go to the Real Realms? Don’t you know that to become a Saint you must go to the Real Realms? Even Saints from other Dreamland Realms must head to the Real Realms when they advance to Saint, and only after becoming Saints can they return to their respective Dreamland Realms. Also, you really think Purple Dou’s Dreamland Realm is safe? The people from the Primeval Immortal Realm have had their eyes on this place for a long time, they’ve even made a move here before. The fact that the Divine here lost their heart‑blood is precisely the handiwork of the Primeval Immortal Realm. And within this Purple Dou Dreamland Realm, there is even lurking a... Once it feeds, all of you Purple Dou descendants will..."

"Why are you speaking in broken bits?"

"I’m not the one breaking off. It’s that your cultivations are too low; the part you can’t hear is being interfered with by the Zidou Power left behind in this Dreamland Realm by Purple Dou, so you can’t hear it. This is ’words that cannot be spoken’; you don’t even understand that?"

"Words that cannot be spoken, huh..."

Ning Fan frowned, then relaxed. He wasn’t interested in the Ant Lord’s explanation at all. There was only one thing that interested him: how to drag the Ant Lord out of his divine sense and kill her!

Unfortunately, none of the methods he had were of any use. It seemed he would have to think of something later.

Maybe the All‑knowing Senior would have an idea, or perhaps he could make use of the Ancient Kingdom Trade Array to buy something to cleanse the divine sense...

Before that, it looked like he could only temporarily endure the reality of the Ant Lord living in his divine sense.

"Sooner or later, I’ll find a way to kill you." After Ning Fan spoke coldly, he ignored the Ant Lord in his divine sense. He was in a very bad mood right now!

"Hehe, this palace will be waiting for that day. But before that, you’d better properly endure this palace’s wrath. A mere ant actually forced this palace to flee with no road left and hide in your divine sense—you will regret it. In the endless years to come, every time you fall asleep, this palace will shine brilliantly in your dreams, ravaging you! This palace will kill you ten thousand times, a million times, a hundred million times!"

"Don’t get so cocky. Shut up for me!"

Ning Fan was enraged!

In his anger, he directly activated the power of his bewitching technique! Being unable to kick the Ant Lord out of his divine sense was one matter; whether he had to let this woman bully him was another!

The price for the Ant Lord to use Body Possession Technique of Nightmare was immense. The greatest price was that during the possession, she had no cultivations at all!

And what did it mean to have no cultivations! It meant she had absolutely no way to resist Ning Fan’s bewitching technique!

To dare run into Ning Fan’s body, dare seal away her cultivations, and dare be this arrogant—this woman’s brain clearly had a few holes!

"D‑damn! You actually have such profound bewitching technique! Yin Yang Transformation, Reverse Relic! You actually... have this kind of method... You shameless little thief! I am a dignified... a dignified Saint, and you actually dare humiliate me like this... I’ll kill you... ah, stop... I can’t take it anymore... it feels awful..."

"When you were rifling through my memories, you didn’t bother to check that I knew bewitching techniques?" Ning Fan sneered.

"I didn’t look carefully..." The Ant Lord’s heart collapsed. If it was just some ordinary level of bewitching technique, she wouldn’t be afraid. After all, as a Saint’s Soul Dispersion, even with a broken spirit sense, it was still a Saint Level broken spirit sense. It wouldn’t be easily swayed by charm.

But the problem was that Ning Fan’s bewitching technique was the combined work of two grandmasters, Ancient Chaos and Xi Zihua! Under the influence of Ning Fan’s bewitching technique, she couldn’t endure it at all and was forced to comfort herself within Ning Fan’s divine sense, utterly defeated and utterly disgraced.

To comfort herself in front of a strange man—if this matter spread to the Real Realms, she herself would lose all face, and even more, she would become the laughingstock of the Hongjun Holy Sect!

"Tell me, if someday I go to the Real Realms and record certain scenes of your behavior into a jade scroll, then mail a copy to each of the Ancient Holy Sects, would your Hongjun Holy Sect instantly lose all face and become the shame of the Real Realms?" Ning Fan revealed a devilish smile.

"You wouldn’t dare!"

The Ant Lord gnashed her teeth in hatred, yet truly felt afraid. She feared death, but feared even more for her Sect to be humiliated. Hongjun was her master, her faith. If this matter dragged her Sect into disgrace, she would rather have been cleanly killed by Ning Fan earlier!

She regretted it!

She was terrified!

Her body, which had never been feasted upon by any eyes through endless reincarnation, had been seen completely by Ning Fan, and in fact watched as she performed!

She wanted to kill herself! But once possessed, she didn’t even have the right to commit suicide!

"Why won’t a scumbag like you just go die!" the Ant Lord cursed in hatred.

"If you hadn’t harbored malicious intent toward me, how would you have ended up like this? If you don’t want to keep being humiliated, then behave! Get your identity straight: right now, you are a prisoner in my divine sense!"

"You dare say I’m a prisoner, you’re courting death!"

"Hmph!"

Ning Fan doubled the power of his bewitching technique!

The Ant Lord became even more disheveled, and finally quieted down. She understood that this time she was utterly no match for Ning Fan’s bewitching technique and had to compromise a bit to preserve some shred of dignity. But swallowing this breath was something she simply could not do.

Just wait until this brat falls asleep... As long as he falls asleep, she would hunt him in his dreams ten thousand times, a million times! From today on, this brat could forget about having a single good dream!

The Body Possession Technique revealed all of the Ant Lord’s thoughts to Ning Fan.

Of course Ning Fan knew she wanted revenge on him, but didn’t he also want to kill her? At this moment, though the two were fused as one, this union was the kind where mortal enemies meet, eyes blazing red, each wanting the other’s death.

"Forget it, I’ll go climb the mountain of Dao and claim my merit first. In order to dispel little Niba’s curse, I’ve ended up shouldering this Ant Lord curse. I suppose you could call this a kind of karmic balance as well..."