129: Sleeping? No, that's a game-changer!

Outside the valley, there was a dead silence.

Only the rising and falling snores, like a bizarre requiem performed jointly by Golden Immortals and True Immortals, echoed through the woods.

Xuan Er and Xuan San struggled to climb up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and looked at this absurd scene, their brains completely losing the ability to think.

Dead?

No, not dead.

Asleep.

A Golden Immortal, leading a group of True Immortals, had charged over aggressively, and then... with one sentence and one look from their Sect Master, they were all knocked down, falling unconscious on the spot.

They were sleeping so soundly they even started snoring.

What kind of Divine Ability was this?

Searching through their meager knowledge, they couldn't find any kind of Daoist technique that could cause such an outrageous effect.

"Sect... Sect Master..." Xuan Er's voice carried a hint of trembling.

"Hmm?" Chu Xuanjin glanced at him.

"How... how should we handle these people?"

Chu Xuanjin looked at the people from the Purple Cloud Sacred Land lying scattered all over the ground, sleeping so soundly they were almost drooling, and showed a look of disgust.

"Honestly, sleeping wherever they please, they have no sense of public morality at all."

He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment.

"Killing them would be too easy on them, and it would make me look petty."

"If I let them go, they'll definitely come back, and then they'll disturb my sleep again."

"I've got it."

His eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers.

He reached out casually toward the Void Realm.

Immortal Essence surged, and Laws intertwined.

The Immortals on the ground, sleeping like dead pigs, floated up uncontrollably one by one.

Then, under the dumbfounded gazes of Xuan Er and Xuan San, these people were neatly stacked like timber at the valley entrance, forming a small mountain.

At the very bottom were the True Immortal guards, and at the very top was that Golden Immortal Thunder Envoy.

The pose was quite unique.

"Hmm, it looks much more pleasing to the eye this way."

Chu Xuanjin nodded with satisfaction.

With a casual wave, a branch from a nearby ancient tree flew over, and in his hands, it was quickly shaved into a flat wooden plaque.

Using his fingers like a brush, he carved a line of words in a flamboyant, flowing style on the wooden plaque.

Then, he firmly planted the wooden plaque at the very top of that "mountain of people."

[Construction Site, Please Keep Quiet.]

[Violators will be sentenced to sleep, starting from a hundred years.]

— Myriad Dao Divine Sect, Property Management Department.

Having finished all this, Chu Xuanjin clapped his hands, a smile of Perfection appearing on his face.

"Perfect."

Xuan Er and Xuan San looked at the wooden plaque, the corners of their mouths twitching wildly.

Their Sect Master... not only was his strength unfathomable, but his train of thought was also so eccentric that it was beyond reach... In the distance, on the [Sky-Patrol Warship] belonging to the Heavenly Saber Pavilion.

Severe Punishment Heaven, Mu Changqing, Wang Tianlong, and several Disciples of the Heavenly Saber Pavilion were as if petrified, maintaining the same posture, unable to move for a long time.

Their mouths were open wide enough to fit an egg.

Their eyes were wide as if two lightbulbs were about to burst.

In their minds, there was only an absolute blankness caused by excessive shock.

What just happened?

The Thunder Envoy of the Purple Cloud Sacred Land, a Golden Immortal Expert, had arrived.

Then, he accused that man.

And then... he fell asleep.

The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, so fast that people couldn't react.

That man just frowned, said a word, and raised a hand.

Then, a Golden Immortal fell.

Along with his group of True Immortal guards, they all lay flat in unison.

*Gulp.*

Someone struggled to swallow their saliva.

This soft sound was like a pebble breaking the surface of a silent lake.

"What... what was that..." A Disciple of the Heavenly Saber Pavilion asked, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"An illusion? Is it some kind of... supreme illusion targeting the Divine Soul?"

"Impossible!" another person immediately retorted, his face pale.

"Lord Thunder Envoy wields thunderous punishment, his will is like a blade, and his Divine Soul has long been tempered by ten thousand thunders to be indestructible! What kind of illusion could make him fall asleep on the spot without even a hint of resistance!"

"Then... what was that?"

Everyone's gaze turned toward Severe Punishment Heaven.

As the one with the highest cultivation and the most knowledge here, they hoped this Grand Elder could provide a reasonable explanation.

But what they saw was Severe Punishment Heaven's face, which looked worse than a dead man's.

Severe Punishment Heaven's body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.

He wasn't afraid.

He was excited!

It was a kind of trembling and fanaticism originating from the depths of his Soul that could not be suppressed after glimpsing a higher level of the Great Dao!

"It's not a Law..."

Severe Punishment Heaven murmured to himself, his eyes filled with obsession and awe.

"No, that is also a Law, but not any kind of Law we understand..."

"That is a kind of... 'Dao'!"

"He has cultivated 'sleeping' into a 'Dao'!"

"A 'Dao' of his own that overrides all Laws!"

Dao!

This word was like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's minds!

They were all Immortals and naturally understood what this word represented.

Laws are the rules of heaven and earth, which Cultivators can perceive, borrow, and Revered Master.

And Dao is the Origin of rules! It is the power that creates and defines rules!

That is a Domain that only the legendary Immortal Kings, or even Immortal Emperors, can touch!

Cultivating "sleeping" into a "Dao"?

What an absurd, yet... terrifying conjecture!

"He wasn't casting a spell..." Severe Punishment Heaven took a deep breath, his voice hoarse.

"He was defining."

"He defined, 'you should sleep'."

"So, the Thunder Envoy fell asleep."

"This... this is a Dimensional Strike!"

Dimensional Strike!

These four words caused the Divine Souls of everyone present to freeze!

They finally understood what kind of existence they, the Heavenly Saber Pavilion, and the Qingmu Sect... had provoked from the very beginning!

That was not a Cultivator at all!

That was a living "Dao" walking in the mortal world!

"Quick!"

Severe Punishment Heaven suddenly seemed to remember something and let out a terrified scream.

"Turn the ship around! Leave this place! Quick!"

"Grand Elder, we..."

"Shut up! Do you want to die!" Severe Punishment Heaven grabbed the Disciple's collar, his eyes bloodshot.

"We saw something we shouldn't have! Go! The further away from here, the better!"

"That lord not killing us is already a great mercy! We cannot stay here any longer and test his patience!"

Everyone woke up as if from a dream and began to turn that huge warship in a flurry... Inside the valley.

Chu Xuanjin naturally sensed that warship fleeing in panic.

He only glanced at it and didn't bother to pay any more attention.

Just a group of insignificant ants.

He lay back down in his rocking chair and closed his eyes.

[Ding! Detected that the Host successfully deterred a Golden Immortal Expert, perfectly upheld the Revered Master's dignity, and promoted the core Sect philosophy of 'sleeping is good for your health'! ]

[Special Reward: Divine Ability — [Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns]!]

[Divine Ability Introduction: Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns. Host-exclusive Origin Divine Ability, fused from the Host's hundred years of sleeping insights into heaven, earth, and nature, and the General Principles of Dao. Can forcibly pull a target into a dreamscape; a thousand years in the dream is but an instant in the outside world. Can be used to punish enemies or assist Disciples in cultivation. Note: The power of this Divine Ability is connected to the Host's intent; the stronger the thought, the stronger the effect.]

The System's prompt sounded in Chu Xuanjin's mind.

"Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns?"

He smacked his lips.

"The name sounds quite impressive."

"Not bad, I have new material for fooling my Disciples in the future."

He was very satisfied.

He felt that these few years of sleep hadn't been in vain.

Sleeping, as it turns out, is indeed the only truth to becoming stronger.

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