Gu Shen was a bit helpless.
He had depleted a large amount of spirit battling Meng Xiao, and was trapped by the Golden Hoop... Trying to rely solely on this faint flicker of flame to escape the Judge was nearly impossible.
The snow-white Judge pinched the Chi Huo, casting a puzzled look at Gu Shen.
Gu Shen pointed at Mu Wanqiu, speaking sincerely, conveying his heart through the flame.
"I came to rescue her."
He wondered... if this fellow could understand human speech.
The Judge in the pale snow robe stared at the dancing flame on its fingertip, seemingly lost in thought, and finally looked back at Gu Shen, nodded slowly, released its fingers, and allowed the flame to collide into its master’s Spirit Sea.
Luckily, this guy could understand, and his spiritual wisdom wasn’t low.
Gu Shen breathed a sigh of relief; the situation was urgent. He manipulated the Chi Huo, quickly entering the Spirit Sea of this North Continent S-ranked Transcendent—Mu Wanqiu, who, just as rumored, had transcended two realms in the Spiritual Super Realm. She had set up multiple restrictions in her Spirit Sea to prevent sudden "hypnosis."
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In a flash of quick thought.
The scene before Gu Shen’s eyes changed rapidly.
He was once again... back to the battlefield twenty years ago.
The Dream is a nonexistent world constructed by spiritual power.
Each dream entrant does not immediately "wake up" in this void world upon falling asleep.
Realizing they are in a "Dream" requires time.
The speed of awakening depends on the intensity of the Transcendent’s spiritual power and the firmness of their willpower.
Even though Mu Wanqiu was a top-tier Spiritual genius, she still woke up a bit later than Gu Shen... because the gaze shrouding her was simply overwhelming, like debt-collecting ghosts entranced for eight hundred years without encountering a payer, rushing into her Spirit Sea upon finally meeting a living person.
Every Holy Judge discarded in the Netherworld King’s Hall awakens only to perform one task—seek "living people," drag them into the Dream, and torment them to death!
Originally, two people entering this hall would be dragged into the Dream, each bearing half of the resentments.
Yet, Gu Shen, under the sanctuary of "Netherworld Fire," quickly escaped the Dream, causing part of the blood-red gaze originally on Gu Shen to swiftly transfer... and directly target Mu Wanqiu.
What awaited her was not just one nightmare.
But countless, hundreds, thousands!
Gunfire flying, wails echoing.
"I am... on the battlefield of the Holy Judge’s crusade against the Netherworld King twenty years ago!"
Mu Wanqiu, upon awakening, reacted quickly.
The Holy Judge she was residing in was at the rear of the squad, not yet at the forefront of the charge—a "fortunate one" of sorts. This nightmare began early, giving her ample time to react.
Fortunate... is relative.
As she realized what all this implied, the Divine Thought of the Netherworld King had already swept from the depths of the hall.
In an instant, these Holy Judges faced total annihilation.
And the gap between the corporeal destruction of the rear reserves and the frontline chargers was but a few seconds.
"These ’blood-red gazes’... are emitted by the Holy Judges!"
Mu Wanqiu’s spirit throbbed violently.
It was her first time witnessing such bizarre curses, Holy Judges dead for years, dormant in the Netherworld King’s Hall, pulling people to accompany their death... And next, she saw the scene from her own nightmare!
The mighty Nether River!
Sweeping the souls of hundreds of Holy Judges!
The Netherworld King sat at the end of the river cloaked in dark mist, silent, wielding thunderous power, washing these Holy Judges’ souls again and again...
Mu Wanqiu wanted to struggle, wanted to summon the Judge!
But all attempts failed.
Her abilities were completely inhibited in this Dream, for the Holy Judge’s curse was bestowed by the Netherworld King—an absolute positional suppression... She had entirely lost contact with the Judge, seeming like an unheeded lonely soul on the Nether River.
Thus, Mu Wanqiu was forced to endure the mental torment the Holy Judge who dragged her into the Dream had experienced years ago.
Being a "bystander," and having sufficient spiritual power.
She realized these pains were not direct torments imposed on her.
She distinguished between reality and illusion.
And then... as the Holy Judge’s soul shattered, an ominous premonition arose within her.
The river waters of the Nether River engulfed her.
Familiar faces appeared in her mind.
Her parents, relatives...
Lu Zhe, the legion commander...
The dark methods that once tormented the Holy Judges to mental breakdown were about to be reenacted upon her?!
Mu Wanqiu clenched her teeth and took a deep breath, preparing to resist.
Yet what she could never have anticipated was... as she was about to resist the mental impact, an inexplicable face appeared in her mind.
A young, clean face with flames burning at the brow, barely handsome.
Mu Wanqiu hesitated slightly, instinctively uttering the name of the person in her Spirit Sea.
Wait a minute... why would it be Gu Shen?
This guy, whom she had known for only a few days, exchanging but a few words.
Describing it as a mere chance encounter seemed a bit too enthusiastic.