Chapter 144 A Duet Within the Immortal Palace: He's Dreaming, She's Desperately Trying

The bronze gates slammed shut, completely sealing off the noise and prying eyes of the outside world.

The golden chariot ground to a halt with a teeth-grinding screech.

Ao Tian, the "Dragon" horse pulling the chariot, was currently on all fours, panting heavily; in those once-arrogant golden dragon eyes, only humiliation and a trace of deeply hidden resentment remained.

The moment they entered the Immortal Palace, a heavy pressure, as if coming from the primordial era, pressed against every inch of every intruder's bones like liquid mercury.

"The gravity here... is at least fifty times that of the outside world."

Mu Qingxue's face turned pale; she subconsciously circulated the "Broad Cold Art," and a thin shield of ice crystals appeared around her, attempting to resist this terrifying pressure.

However, the pressure was not just targeting the physical body; it felt more like a blunt knife, constantly slicing at a person's Divine Soul.

"It's not just the gravity." Su Qingyue gritted her teeth, her bangs plastered to her devastatingly beautiful face by cold sweat, "There is a hallucinogenic mental toxin in the air... My phoenix blood is burning, but this toxin is still drilling into my brain."

The two women braced themselves, their muscles tense, ready to fight at any moment.

Yet, in this suffocating, murderous atmosphere.

"Snore... snort..."

A highly inappropriate, one could even say provocative, sound of snoring drifted from the soft couch covered in thick animal hide on the chariot.

Jiang Chen was asleep.

And it was that kind of bottomless, "dead pig" style of sleep.

Although the previous 【Might of the Shepherd God】 was overbearing, the consumption of Mental Energy also increased exponentially.

To suppress the instantly erupting Dragon Clan Bloodline, Jiang Chen's System forcibly activated "Energy-Saving Recovery Mode."

【System Prompt: Detected that the host's Mental Energy is low, below 10%, due to excessive showing off (using an Advanced skill).】

【Initiating forced sleep program. Estimated wake-up time: Unknown.】

【Current environment: Extremely dangerous. Defense mode: Fully entrusted to the "Sleep Companion."】

"This guy..."

Mu Qingxue looked at the man who, under gravity strong enough to crush steel, was still sleeping spread-eagled, even burying his face in a silk pillow and rubbing against it, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in her heart.

That feeling was like—we are taking the college entrance exam, while he is setting up a barbecue stall in the exam hall.

"Opportunity!"

Ao Tian, who had been lying on the ground, keenly captured the change in Jiang Chen's breathing rhythm.

As a Dragon Clan prince, his sensitivity to aura was extremely sharp.

He could feel that the terrifying will (Jiang Chen's conscious awareness) that had been pressing down on the depths of his Soul had disappeared!

Replacing it was a defenseless Soul in deep sleep.

"Roar!"

Ao Tian suddenly raised his head, his originally human face completely distorted, transforming into a ferocious golden dragon head.

He did not dare to attack Jiang Chen directly (the previous psychological trauma was too great), but he could utilize the environment here!

"Flip the chariot for this Prince!"

Ao Tian's body shook violently, and the nine flood dragon phantoms that had originally been submissive instantly surged, pulling the golden chariot, intending to rush into the bottomless Void Realm crack beside them.

"Oh no! This beast is turning on us!"

Su Qingyue reacted extremely quickly, the long sword in her hand instantly igniting with the fire of Nirvana, "Sister Qingxue, protect Jiang Chen!"

"Ice Seal a Thousand Miles!"

Mu Qingxue shouted, her hands slamming onto the edge of the chariot.

Crack!

A wave of extreme cold spread along the shafts, instantly freezing the wheels and also freezing Ao Tian's two hind legs that had just been raised.

"You two bitches! When the Old Ancestor descends, I will definitely skin you alive!"

Ao Tian roared crazily, the power of a half-step Martial Saint exploding without reservation at this moment.

The dragon roar shook the walls of the Immortal Palace, triggering a series of echoes that caused the two women's eardrums to bleed.

The situation at this moment was extremely dangerous.

Jiang Chen was sleeping, Ao Tian was going berserk, and the mechanisms of the Immortal Palace itself were activated by this energy fluctuation.

On the bronze murals around them, those ancient gods and demons that had originally been still began to slowly squirm, pairs of scarlet eyes lit up, and substantive mental shockwaves surged in like a tide.

"Ugh..."

Su Qingyue groaned, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

She had to suppress Ao Tian, resist the mental shocks, and also be distracted to take care of Jiang Chen; she was like someone dancing on a tightrope.

"Jiang Chen! You bastard, wake up!"

She shouted in despair, but the only response she got was a line of sleep-talking from Jiang Chen as he turned over:

"Boss... this lobster isn't fresh... change it for another one..."

"To hell with your lobster!"

Su Qingyue was so angry she almost suffered a Qi Deviation.

Just at that critical moment.

Those phantom gods and demons that had walked out of the murals had already rushed to the front of the chariot.

They had no physical form, they were all pure aggregations of mental thought, and ordinary physical attacks were completely ineffective.

Mu Qingxue's ice sword passed through a demon shadow, but could not stop its sharp claws reaching for Jiang Chen's neck.

"It's over."

Mu Qingxue's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously threw herself onto Jiang Chen, wanting to use her own body to block this attack.

Even though she was a cold and aloof Saintess, at that moment, her body's instinct chose to protect this man who had stolen her first kiss (although it was an accident) and taken advantage of her countless times.

However, the anticipated excruciating pain did not come.

When the demon shadow's sharp claws touched within three inches of Jiang Chen's body.

"Inhale—exhale—"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, and then—

"Pfft—"

A huge snot bubble burst with the exhalation, making a soft sound.

But this soft sound, on the mental level, was like a tolling bell!

【System passive skill triggered: Divine Mumbling】

【Effect: An absolute defense circle constructed by the subconscious of the host in deep sleep. Any low-level mental body attempting to invade the dream will be treated as "noise" and eliminated.】

Hum!

A visible ripple spread from Jiang Chen's nostrils to the surroundings.

Those ferocious-looking demon phantoms, capable of devouring the Soul of a Grandmaster, dissolved, disintegrated, and scattered the moment they touched the ripple, not even having time to let out a scream!

Not only that.

This ripple also swept over the rampaging Ao Tian.

"Ao?"

Ao Tian's originally murderous dragon eyes instantly became dull.

A strange Law power called "This is just too sleepy" forcibly invaded his brain.

The Dragon Clan prince who was roaring to kill someone the second before, felt his eyelids become as heavy as lead the next second.

"No... can't sleep... I am... Dragon Clan..."

"Plop."

The dragon head slammed heavily onto the ground, drool flowing everywhere, and instantly, his snoring sounded like thunder.

The whole world went quiet.

Only the snoring of Jiang Chen and Ao Tian, this man and dragon, rose and fell, as if performing some kind of cross-species duet.

Su Qingyue: "..."

Mu Qingxue: "..."

The two remained frozen in a fighting stance, looking at this scene, feeling their worldview shattered.

What about that life-and-death crisis just a moment ago?

How did it suddenly turn into "group nap time"?

"He... seems to be much stronger than us."

After a long while, Mu Qingxue slowly climbed off Jiang Chen, tidied her messy clothes, a complex blush on her face.

Just a moment ago, she clearly felt the vast, sea-like Mental Energy surging from Jiang Chen's body.

It was a terrifying will that transcended all living beings, as if a god were looking down on Mortals.

And the person who possessed this power was currently, like a child, grabbing her sleeve as a comfort blanket.

"Forget about whether he's strong or not."

Su Qingyue sat limply on the soft couch, looking at the dragon sleeping like a dead dog in front, "At least, the crisis is resolved. And... I feel like we don't have to pull the chariot anymore."

Sure enough.

Under the coverage of Jiang Chen's terrifying "Sleep Force Field," the mechanisms inside the entire Immortal Palace seemed to have malfunctioned.

Those killing formations, traps, and illusions that were originally prepared to launch all stopped running because they lost their targets (judged as all members dead/no threat).

"Let's go."

Su Qingyue rested for a moment, a flash of determination in her eyes.

She glanced at the deep palace corridor ahead, from where a sense of summons that made the phoenix blood in her body boil faintly came.

"No matter what is ahead, since we've boarded this pirate ship... oh no, this pirate chariot, we can only accompany him to the end."

And so.

The tone became bizarre again.

The Dragon Clan prince who originally pulled the chariot was asleep and couldn't be woken up no matter how much they called.

The two stunning goddesses could only helplessly act as laborers.

Su Qingyue lifted the chariot shaft with her Mental Energy, and Mu Qingxue laid ice tracks on the ground, pushing this golden chariot carrying one man and one dragon, two "Sleep Gods," sliding towards the deepest part of the Immortal Palace.

If this scene were seen by the outside world, it would probably break the hearts of countless simps.

Goddesses are pushing the chariot, while the male god is sleeping.

Perhaps this is—the highest level of living off a woman while acting tough.