Chapter 444 - 210: Turning the Tables, Annihilating a Star with a Snap
Chapter 444: Chapter 210: Turning the Tables, Annihilating a Star with a Snap
If someone jumped in the dream, their real body would likely corrode and melt away in their sleep!
He controlled the clawed minion and switched his perspective.
Soon, he saw Zhang Daoxuan.
The great weight in Lin Ye’s heart finally lifted.
Zhang Daoxuan’s brow was tightly furrowed, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He was clearly under immense spiritual pressure.
But his neck was pristine, without a single wound.
He was still alive.
’Why do wounds from fighting each other carry over into reality, but the fatal wound Zhang Daoxuan inflicted on himself doesn’t?’
Lin Ye’s mind raced, and he soon grasped the key.
It was "belief"!
The Xinhuo member with the injured arm had believed he was in reality from start to finish. He believed the fight was real, and he believed he had been hurt.
And so, he really was hurt.
’This must be the Black Nightmare Race’s ability—to transform illusory perceptions into real harm.’
But Zhang Daoxuan hadn’t believed he was in reality from the very beginning.
Therefore, any damage he inflicted upon himself in the dream couldn’t truly manifest on his physical body.
Lin Ye controlled the minion and took one last look at his other self, suspended among the crowd.
’Watching yourself sleep... it’s a truly bizarre experience.’
He withdrew his consciousness from the minion’s perspective and returned to the dreamscape.
Lin Ye, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was clear and bright, no longer holding a trace of confusion.
His will had never been so resolute.
He now knew how to break this dream of death.
...
「In another dreamscape.」
This was an endless graveyard of swords.
Broken blades littered the ground, and the sky was a hazy gray, filled with an oppressive atmosphere.
This was the nightmare from the depths of Zhang Daoxuan’s memory—the Wuxiang Sword Palace.
He was currently leaning on his sword, his face pale as he gasped for breath.
Across from him, a young man who bore a strong resemblance to him watched him quietly.
It was Zhang Daoming.
"Weak... You’re too weak..."
Zhang Daoming spoke, his expression as contemptuous as ever. "Why do I have a brother like you? Why would the Zhang Family produce a failure like you, unable to inherit the aptitude for Telekinesis?"
Zhang Daoxuan suddenly laughed.
He looked at the Zhang Daoming before him, and the exhaustion and anxiety on his face vanished completely.
All that remained was a cold, confident look that saw through everything.
"You seem a little anxious."
"Anxious?"
A mocking smile touched the corner of Zhang Daoming’s lips. "I’m just bored."
"No, you’re definitely anxious."
Zhang Daoxuan’s tone was certain. "It’s because you’ve discovered I’m no longer generating negative emotions like anger, resentment, or jealousy..."
"You’re hungry, so you’re getting desperate, right?"
Zhang Daoming’s expression changed slightly.
"After I killed myself, I did wake up for a short while."
"But you quickly pulled me back into this dreamscape, prepared especially for me. You really can read my memories and know what I fear most."
"You tried to provoke me, to crush me, to make me sink into this place forever. A pity..."
Zhang Daoxuan shook his head, a trace of pity in his voice.
"You made a fatal mistake."
"You shouldn’t have simulated Zhang Daoming."
"Because you don’t understand him at all."
"The real him would never waste so many words on me. He would just use his sword to shut me up."
Zhang Daoming’s face darkened completely.
"So what if you’ve seen through all this?"
The illusion sneered. "You’re still trapped here, and there’s nothing you can do!"
"Who says there’s nothing I can do?" Zhang Daoxuan suddenly smiled.
He extended a finger, pointing at the illusion’s heart.
"Why do you think I played along with your act for so long?"
"It was to find out which person you were possessing, of course."
"And now, I have my answer."
The moment the words left his lips, Zhang Daoxuan’s figure vanished from his spot without any warning!
The next second, he appeared behind the Zhang Daoming illusion. His longsword, Zhenyue, was already unsheathed, and with a heavy sword intent that could pierce through anything, he viciously stabbed it into the illusion’s back!
"PFFT!"
The illusion looked down in disbelief at the sword tip piercing through its chest, and its entire body began to tremble violently.
"This is impossible!"
"You can’t possibly win..."
Zhang Daoxuan watched as the Zhang Daoming illusion before him gradually disintegrated and dissipated.
A resentful and unwilling voice echoed through the graveyard of swords before finally fading into nothingness.
Zhang Daoxuan sheathed his sword and stood tall as the entire graveyard of swords began to collapse violently.
He let out a long, heavy breath.
"Lin Ye, the rest is up to you."
...
"Lin Ye, are we really in a dream? What are we supposed to do? Say something!"
Hu Dahai was so anxious his eyes were red.
Lin Ye glanced around and spoke slowly, "I’ve used a certain method to verify Zhang Daoxuan’s words. We are, indeed, all in a dream."
As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned. But the looks of scrutiny and doubt did not fade.
And Lin Ye knew that proving this point was the key to breaking the dream illusion.
Lin Ye first looked at a Xinhuo member in the crowd, pointing to his still-bleeding right hand.
"Your real body is bleeding and injured right now, too."
"The reason you’re injured and bleeding isn’t because of the fight just now, but because you *believe* you are injured."
His words left everyone stunned.
’Believe you’re injured?’
’What kind of twisted logic is that?’
Before anyone could refute him, Lin Ye focused his mind, and his Crystalization ability activated.