Chapter 145 You're disturbing my sleep: Even the ancestral projection isn't giving me face.

Deep within the Celestial Hall was a Void Plaza that seemed independent of time and space.

In the center of the plaza floated a massive Crystal Coffin. Visible Chaos currents swirled around the coffin, and through that hazy halo, the peerless silhouette of a woman could be faintly seen lying peacefully inside.

That was the goal that had driven countless experts across the Universe mad—the Physical Body of Empress Ye Liuli.

However, when Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue pushed the war chariot here, they didn't feel the joy of treasure hunting; instead, the hair all over their bodies stood on end.

Because above the Crystal Coffin, a massive rift had opened in the Void Realm.

A golden Dragon claw that blotted out the sky was reaching out from the crack, firmly gripping the edge of the Crystal Coffin.

"Who dares to harm my grandson?!"

An ancient and majestic voice exploded across the plaza like a thunderclap.

Immediately after, the phantom of an incredibly massive Dragon head squeezed through the rift. Those eyes were like two burning suns; just their gaze falling caused the surrounding space to emit a creaking sound of being overwhelmed.

"True Dragon Nest Old Ancestor... Ancestor of the True Dragons Nest!"

Su Qingyue's Face was deathly pale, the long sword in her hand trembling incessantly under that terrifying Dragon pressure. "This is... a projection of a Half-step Martial Saint Peak, someone who has even touched the threshold of a Martial Saint!"

It wasn't just the Dragon Clan.

In two other directions of the plaza, space also produced violent fluctuations.

A pillar of Holy Light descended, and a white-robed old man with a blurred Face holding a scepter stepped out—a projection of a Cardinal Archbishop of the Western Church.

A mass of black demonic wind condensed, transforming into a ten-zhang-tall Three-headed Demon Wolf—the descent of the Beast God Cult's totem.

Three giants!

Although they were only projections and their strength was suppressed by the Secret Realm, each one possessed terrifying combat power that could crush a Great Grandmaster.

Their goal was clear: the Empress's Physical Body, and the two girls with top-tier Physiques.

"Eh? That is... my grandson Ao Tian?"

In the sky, the Dragon Old Ancestor Ancestor of the True Dragons Nest's gaze finally landed beside the Golden Chariot.

When he saw his grandson, who carried high hopes and the potential of a Great Emperor, lying on the ground drooling like a dead dog with a rope resembling a dog leash around his neck, the air froze.

Next came a rage sufficient to incinerate the heavens.

"Roar—!!!"

"Who did this?! Who dared to treat my grandson like a beast?!"

This roar, mixed with the Dragon Clan's "Dragon Tongue Intimidation," turned the sound waves into a physical shockwave, peeling away layers of the bronze floor.

Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue bore the brunt of it.

"Pfft!"

Both spat out a mouthful of blood simultaneously, their bodies flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily against the war chariot.

The Rank difference was too great!

Facing an old monster of this level, even peerless Prodigies like them felt as powerless as ants.

"Hmph, Ice Spirit Physique, Undying phoenix blood."

The Western Church's Archbishop projection scanned the two injured girls with a greedy gaze. "Perfect, my Lord's Holy Sacrifice is missing two top-grade offerings. These two little girls belong to my Western Church."

"Bullshit! That Phoenix belongs to my Beast God Cult!" the Three-headed Demon Wolf roared.

"All of you, get lost!" Dragon Old Ancestor Ancestor of the True Dragons Nest was fuming with rage. "I will first kill the bastard who dared to desecrate the dignity of my Dragon Clan!"

His gaze locked onto the only living thing on the chariot—the man who was still sleeping.

Although Jiang Chen had no Qi fluctuations at the moment, the other end of the rope tied to Ao Tian was held in his hand.

"Die!"

Ancestor of the True Dragons Nest didn't waste any words; that sky-blotting Dragon claw slapped down directly.

With this strike, let alone a person, even this bronze war chariot would be instantly flattened into a metal pancake.

"Jiang Chen!"

Mu Qingxue lunged forward desperately.

Su Qingyue also forcibly burned her Origin, transforming into a fire Phoenix phantom in an attempt to block the top of the war chariot.

But they both knew in their hearts that this was just an ant trying to stop a carriage.

At this moment of despair.

Jiang Chen, who had been in "Do Not Disturb" mode, suddenly furrowed his brows into a deep frown.

Too noisy.

It was really too noisy.

It was like when you were about to have an intimate exchange with a goddess in a dream, and the neighbor suddenly started renovating with an industrial-grade impact drill.

[System Warning: External noise decibels have exceeded the critical value.]

[Detected risk of host's "Deep Sleep" being interrupted: 99.9%.]

[Triggering "Extreme Waking Up Anger" mode.]

[Loading Dream Manifestation module... Loading complete.]

"You guys..."

A raspy, low voice filled with intense impatience abruptly rang out through the plaza.

The voice wasn't loud, but it weirdly drowned out the Dragon Old Ancestor's roar and the booming energy, drilling clearly into everyone's ears.

Time seemed to stand still.

The massive Dragon claw about to descend stopped abruptly just a meter away from Jiang Chen's nose.

It wasn't that the Dragon Old Ancestor didn't want to strike; it was that he discovered... he couldn't move.

AIndescribable power of laws completely locked down this space.

Jiang Chen slowly, very slowly, sat up.

He still had his eyes closed, but a black aura called "low pressure" radiated from him as the center, spreading crazily in all directions.

The surrounding temperature instantly dropped to absolute zero, and even the Holy Light on the Western Church's Archbishop began to flicker and extinguish out of fear.

"Do you know..."

Jiang Chen rubbed his messy hair, his voice as sinister as if he were sharpening a blade in Hell.

"Shouting while someone is sleeping..."

"Is a very inconsiderate thing to do?"

He slowly raised his head.

Although his eyes weren't open, everyone felt as if a pair of giant pupils from the abyss were staring fixedly at them.

"Playing tricks!"

Although Dragon Old Ancestor Ancestor of the True Dragons Nest was terrified, his dignity as a half-Saint expert made it impossible for him to accept being intimidated by a junior. "Die for me!"

He forcibly broke free from the restraint, his Dragon claw glowing intensely as it pressed down again with world-destroying power.

"Sigh."

Jiang Chen let out a sigh.

That sigh was like seeing a fly that didn't know whether it was alive or dead.

“Dream Domain, expand.”

He muttered silently in his heart.

In the next second, something incredible happened.

The originally incredibly hard floor of the bronze Celestial Hall suddenly became as soft as cotton candy.

And that Dragon claw carrying terrifying pressure, upon touching the air above Jiang Chen's head, actually... turned into a massive, fluffy, pink cat paw?

"What?!"

Ancestor of the True Dragons Nest was stunned.

He looked at his majestic Dragon claw turned into a cute cat paw, and the whole Dragon was dumbfounded.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

"In my dream, if I say you're a cat, you're a cat."

Jiang Chen lazily raised his hand and gave the massive cat paw in the air a light flick.

"Also, the cat's meow is too ugly, shut up."

"Meow~"

A weak cat meow came out from the mouth of that majestic True Dragon phantom.

Ancestor of the True Dragons Nest covered his mouth in horror (if he could cover it); he wanted to roar a Dragon's cry, but all that came out of his throat was "Meow meow meow."

The entire place was deathly silent.

Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue's mouths hung wide open, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

The Western Church's Archbishop and the Three-headed Demon Wolf were even more scared, their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, as they turned to flee back into the rifts.

What kind of monster is this?

This is no longer martial arts! This is the Law of the Word! This is a miracle!

"Why run? Since you're already here."

Jiang Chen yawned and casually grabbed at the Void Realm.

That originally indestructible spatial rift was grabbed in his hand like a curtain, and then... he yanked it hard.

"Since you love being noisy so much, then don't leave."

"Stay and be my soundproof wall."

Boom!

The three overbearing half-Saint projections, like three flies trapped in a glass bottle, were instantly dragged out of their respective worlds by an invisible force and slammed hard onto the plaza.

And the place where they landed happened to form a circle, protecting the Golden Chariot in the middle.

"Kneel properly."

Jiang Chen mumbled, his body leaning over as he fell back onto the soft couch.

"If you dare make another sound... I'll turn you into leather slippers."

The three old monsters who once ruled the world were now kneeling side by side on the ground, trembling.

Dragon Old Ancestor Ancestor of the True Dragons Nest had become a "meowing monster."

The scepter in the Western Church Archbishop's hand had turned into a toilet plunger.

The Three-headed Demon Wolf was even more miserable; its three heads had turned into Husky heads, tongues lolling out, eyes filled with clear stupidity.

This was Jiang Chen's "Dream Manifestation."

Here, logic didn't matter, and combat power didn't matter.

What mattered was—don't disturb my sleep.