1454: C1454 It's Just a Dream

C1454 It's Just a Dream

It's just a dream.

"This is... Nezha?"

Ning Qi frowned and looked at the little figure that was half-kneeling in front of him. There were two metal rings on his body, and he was standing on the Wind Fire Wheel. It was similar to the figure in Ning Qi's memory. The pressure that came from his body was... It was many times stronger than the two giants in front of the Southern Heaven Gate, and it almost made Ning Qi's pace faster. He was unable to move forward.

Ning Qi took a deep breath, then lifted his foot with some difficulty and continued to walk forward. After passing by Nezha, the pressure quietly disappeared.

Finally, he arrived in front of the main hall. There were three big words on the board: Soaring Cloud Hall.

"The legendary Soaring Cloud Hall where Jade Emperor is..."

Ning Qi smiled and walked into the main hall.

Hualala.

The figures on both sides of the hall knelt down. Ning Qi's gaze swept across their faces and saw many people that were similar to him, such as Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li, Erlang Shen, and the Eight Immortals.

They knelt down without saying a word.

"This illusion is quite real."

Ning Qi sighed. He looked at the high platform in the middle and found that the seat Jade Emperor was supposed to sit on was empty. Ning Qi was slightly startled. He smiled and walked to the seat and sat down without any politeness.

In an instant, Ning Qi's expression froze. He could feel a terrifying Qi. The Qi flowed into his body from the chair and frantically condensed his Immemorial Immortal Emperor Dharma. In the blink of an eye, Ning Qi felt that his Dharma had broken through to the Heaven Rank Supreme, and his cultivation realm. He had also broken through to the Great Perfection of Dharma Image Stage!

"This speed..."

Not only was Ning Qi not happy, he was also shocked. This speed of growth was too strange.

At the same time, outside the Heart Pagoda, everyone was looking at the lights on the walls of the Heart Pagoda in shock. They only stopped when they reached the tenth floor.

The tenth floor!

This proved that Ning Qi had the potential to break through to the Fifth Tribulation Creator, and the probability was extremely high. Even Xiao Wuye from the Six Dao Reincarnation Sect could only break through to the ninth floor!

"His talent is so terrifying?"

Xiao Wuye muttered to himself.

"Little friend, how is it in this place?"

A faint voice sounded in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi turned his head and saw an old man with white hair and beard. He was holding a horsetail whisk and looking at Ning Qi with a smile.

"Who are you..."

Ning Qi's expression changed slightly. He didn't know if the old man was an illusion or the existence created by the Heart Pagoda to scare people.

"It's just a wandering ghost. Let's not mention its name. Little friend, you haven't answered my question yet. What do you think about this place? As long as you take this seat, your cultivation will continue to increase. At the very least, you will be able to break through to the Ninth Tribulation Creator in a few decades or even a hundred years. Or even stronger... "

The old man said with a smile.

Ning Qi frowned slightly. He did feel that there was still an endless amount of energy flowing into his body from the chair, helping him condense the Eternal Immortal Emperor Dharma.

This scene was very similar to the time when he first condensed the Dharma, when he absorbed the essence left by Evil Asura. However, for some reason, this energy seemed unreal to Ning Qi.

"Stay here? Old man, don't joke around. This is merely an ancient pagoda. Do you want me to stay here as a relic?"

Ning Qi laughed lightly. His mind was racing. He quickly thought of a way to escape from this place. This place was too strange. He even felt that everything was an illusion, including his current cultivation and advancement in his dharma idol. It was all an illusion!1

"Since you don't want to stay here, this old man won't force you. I only hope that you will remember the good karma you have formed today in the future. Right, the outside world calls this place the Tower of Heart. There were a total of 33 levels, right? In fact, this was the thirty-third level, Ling Xiao Tian. However, this old man has already cast a trick on you. No one knows that you've been to the 33 Heavens before."

The old man smiled.

After saying this, without waiting for Ning Qi to ask anything, the old man suddenly waved his horsetail whisk, causing the surrounding scenery to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First, it was a magnificent and magnificent palace, and it became incomparably dark and gloomy, and it was filled with dense ghostly qi. The half-kneeling Heavenly King Pagoda-Bearing and the others had also lost their hands and feet. Four of the Eight Immortals had lost their heads, leaving only their bodies behind. Erlang Shen's eye seemed to have been dug out alive.

Seeing this scene, Ning Qi felt a chill run down his back. A chill rushed from his foot to the top of his head. He immediately looked towards the elder, but there was no trace of him.

Instinctively, Ning Qi stood up. He realized that he could finally get away from this dusty chair.

"This place is strange. Let's leave first!"

Ning Qi thought to himself. He quickly left the Ling Xiao Palace. He turned his head and saw that only a third of the plaque was left. There was only one word, Ling. The rest of the plaque seemed to have been hacked away by someone.

Ning Qi immediately decided to return the way he came. On the way back, he saw Nezha once again. At this moment, his face was covered in blood, and there was a fist-sized bloody hole in his chest.

Ning Qi didn't stop walking. He saw the seven fairies in palace attire. All of them had no heads, and they continued walking. A dragon with only bones left and some rotten flesh on its head was silently crouching on the ground.

Outside of the Southern Heaven Gate, there were two 3,000-meter tall giants. Only their legs were still half-kneeling, and they disappeared without a trace from the top of their navel.

Ning Qi broke through the air and left. Dozens of breaths later, he turned around and looked. He could only vaguely see the traces of the Southern Heaven Gate in the clouds.

"A lonely ghost, a ruined Heavenly Court. Is this my memory that was captured and transformed by the Mind Pagoda, or... did these Immortal God experience a great battle and lose in the end, and his soul hid here..."

A trace of doubt emerged in Ning Qi's heart. Without any more clues, he was unable to confirm whether everything he saw was real or fake.

If what the old man said was true, then he had already made it to the Thirty-three Heavens that even Immortal Emperor Daoyan hadn't been to?

...

While Ning Qi was deep in thought, a group of figures walked out of the dilapidated Ling Xiao Palace. They stood respectfully behind the old man and looked in the direction of Ning Qi.

"Old Lord, you have given him all the remaining Immortal Spirit Qi in this place. I'm afraid... we are going to be annihilated soon."

Erlang Shen said in a low voice.

A sorrowful aura spread around everyone.

"We don't belong to this world to begin with. Where did the ashes disappear to? Don't even think about it. This pagoda was only when a true Immortal Artifact fell. His soul hid inside and constructed us from his memories. We... are just a dream... "

The old man said faintly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle breeze blew past. One figure after another, like grains of sand, floated in the air.

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