Chapter 150 If you want to see miracles, then close your eyes and have a nightmare.

The sunset over the Kunlun Ancient Void was as red as dripping blood.

Jiang Chen grabbed the so-called Holy Flag of the Church and tied a tight dead knot around his upper thigh. He tested the tightness, finding that although this thing was woven from Ninth-Grade Spirit Silkworm Silk, its sweat-wicking performance was mediocre. It could only barely serve as "temporary armor" for his feet.

"Old man, what's with that look in your eyes?" Jiang Chen tilted his head, looking at the Great Grandmaster-level reinforcement standing at the edge of the ruins who had just crawled out of a crack—the Seventh Great Archbishop of the Church, Claude.

Claude was currently numb. He looked at the severed limbs and broken arms scattered across the ground, looked at Chief Judge Soren who had been slapped into the foundation with only his boots twitching, and then looked at the youth using his own faith's banner to wrap his feet. His blood pressure almost sent the diamond-encrusted crown atop his head flying.

"Heretic... You are challenging the bottom line of the entire Western world!" Claude's voice trembled, and the platinum scepter in his hand erupted with a Holy Light bright enough to cause blindness. "Even if you possess the Mental Energy of a Great Grandmaster, under that Lord's Holy Decree, you must accept judgment!"

"Another one turning on the lights." Jiang Chen closed his eyes in disgust, not even bothering to adjust the tattered bedsheet draped over his shoulders. "Su Qingyue, Teacher Mu, go to the side and count that pile of gold coins from earlier. Don't let the wind blow them away. This old man's voice is too loud; I need to teach him some 'manners'."

"Jiang Chen, be careful, he brought the Church's 'Divine Word Scroll'!" Mu Qingxue reminded him from the side, the ice sword in her hand still flickering with a cold glint.

"Don't worry, Teacher. I'm just taking a nap. I'll finish the battle in five minutes."

After Jiang Chen finished speaking, he actually leaned back against that black sphere he had crumpled into a ball (compressed Plasma Energy). The movement looked exactly like a blind beggar waiting for takeout on a park bench.

"God said, let there be light, and light shall dispel the darkness!" Claude roared as he tore open the golden scroll in his hand.

In an instant, the rules of the Kunlun Forbidden Ground for several miles around were forcibly rewritten. Countless holy feathers fell from the sky, each weighing a thousand catties and carrying a strong attribute of Sensory Deprivation. In Claude's perception, as long as the scroll took effect, Jiang Chen's sight, hearing, smell, and even touch would be sealed, turning him into a puppet at his mercy.

However, Jiang Chen smiled in his dream.

[Ding! Low-level sensory intrusion detected.]

[Judgment: This level of "lights out" service can barely be given three stars.]

[host's Mental Energy Realm: Peak Grandmaster (Actual Strength: Half-step Saint).]

[Skill Activated: Dreamscape Substitution - My Domain, My Rules.]

"You Westerners always like to start with 'God said.' It's too chuunibyou." With his eyes closed, Jiang Chen lightly traced a finger through the Void Realm.

Claude was originally watching triumphantly as Jiang Chen was covered by the Holy Light feathers, but in the next second, his expression froze.

Because he discovered that the world before him... had gone black.

Total darkness. It wasn't that the light was blocked, but that the very concept of "light" had been forcibly formatted in his brain.

"What's happening? My eyes!" Claude frantically waved his scepter, only to find he couldn't hear the sound of the scepter cutting through the air, nor could he feel the sensation of the wind blowing against his cheeks.

He couldn't even sense whether he was still breathing.

This was the ultimate trump card Jiang Chen had comprehended in the Kunlun Immortal Palace—Absolute Rule of the Mental Domain.

Within Jiang Chen's Domain, he was the Dominator of the senses.

To outsiders, Claude currently looked like a headless fly, spinning in circles with his scepter raised, his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound.

But in Claude's consciousness, he was in a boundless, silent void that was enough to drive one mad.

"I heard you wanted to judge me?"

Jiang Chen's voice boomed directly at the center of Claude's Sea of Consciousness.

"In my dream, I am God. Since you love Holy Light so much, I'll give you a grand gift."

With a thought from Jiang Chen.

Claude's senses were instantly restored, but the sight before him caused him to collapse immediately.

There was no holy temple, no angels.

He found himself lying on a massive operating table that spanned a galaxy, while Jiang Chen stood there holding a giant surgical knife capable of slicing planets (actually a pair of nail clippers manifested from Mental Energy), looking at him with a conflicted expression.

"Don't be nervous, Old Man Claude. I just want to see if a Great Grandmaster's head is also filled with straw."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, and the giant blade fell.

"No!!!" Claude roared frantically in his Sea of Consciousness, but in the outside world, his eyes simply rolled back, his knees hit the ground, and he collapsed in front of Jiang Chen's slippers in an extremely comical posture.

A generation's Great Grandmaster had his mind completely broken.

"Work's done."

Jiang Chen withdrew his Mental Energy and opened his eyes, his body swaying slightly with weakness. Although that "Sensory Deprivation" move was cool, it was still quite a burden on his current Physical Body.

He looked at the Archbishop on the ground who had turned into an idiot and conveniently snatched the golden scepter that hadn't finished burning from his hand.

"This stick is not bad. It's solid; I'll take it back to be my new bed leg."

Jiang Chen turned back to the two women who were already completely numb, spread his hands, and gave an innocent smile: "See, I told you five minutes, right? Let's go, back to the Imperial Capital. This Kunlun soil is too hard; it makes my butt hurt to sleep on."

Su Qingyue and Mu Qingxue looked at each other. Besides shock, there was more of a... realization that "we are definitely sticking with this free ride."

Under the afterglow of the sunset, Jiang Chen carried the golden scepter in one hand and pulled the Saintess with the other. Flanked by the iceberg instructor and the wealthy school beauty, with a field of "kneeling nobles" behind him, he let out a long yawn and slowly walked out of the Kunlun Forbidden Ground.

That night, there was only one sentence on headlines across the world: The Great Xia Sleep God... went shopping in Kunlun.