Chapter 184: Nightmare? No, this is my VIP room.

The priest of the Eternal Sleep Cult never expected that his proudest achievement in his entire life—the "Eternal Sleep Curse," which was capable of instantly freezing the Soul of a Great Grandmaster—would not only fail to trigger any defensive reaction the moment it penetrated the camp's Formation, but instead seemed to be... sucked in like it was by a vacuum cleaner.

It was indeed sucked in.

On that divine bed wrapped in the Fox Ancestor's golden fur, Jiang Chen was holding Mu Qingxue by the waist, sleeping right at the critical moment of "teaching in a dream."

The moment that wisp of gray cursed aura snuck in through the gap in the bed, the "star dream emperor pillow" in Jiang Chen's arms lit up with a disdainful purple glow.

【 Ding! Low-level mental virus code intrusion detected. 】

【 Source: Eternal Sleep Cult. 】

【 Judgment: This intensity of "lullaby" isn't even worthy of helping the host sleep. 】

【 System Suggestion: Since the other party wants to play with dreams, let's pull them in and let them experience what it means to have the "Soul of a high school senior's mock exam." 】

"Mmm..."

Jiang Chen let out a mumble in his sleep. Not only was he not killed by the curse, but because of the injection of this cold energy, his brain, which had been somewhat heated due to "sleeping with three women," felt a wave of comfort.

It was just like drinking a sip of iced herbal tea in the summer.

"This extra meal... is not bad."

In reality, Jiang Chen turned over, his large hand very naturally pulling Mu Qingxue, who was about to slide off the bed, back into his arms, while his toes subconsciously hooked onto Iliya's tail.

But in the mental world, everything had changed.

The silver-robed priest who had cast the curse only felt his vision go black, and his entire consciousness felt as if it had been violently dragged into a bottomless vortex by an irresistible force.

"What's going on?! Where is this?!"

The silver-robed priest opened his eyes in terror, only to discover that he was no longer standing in the snowy North.

This was a sacred palace floating above a sea of purple stars.

Beneath his feet was a floor paved with ten-thousand-year-old sunken silver wood, and all around were countless towering giant white bone pillars, each carved with the remains of a smashed Semi-Saint.

This was Jiang Chen's Sea of Consciousness — the "Dream Palace."

"Welcome."

A lazy voice, yet carrying the pressure of a god, came from the throne at the end of the great hall.

The priest looked up and was nearly scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

He saw that on the towering purple-gold throne, Jiang Chen was wearing those spongebob pajamas, holding a pair of faded size 43 flip-flops in his left hand, and boredly spinning the "Divine Key" with his right.

Behind Jiang Chen, the ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom of the Empress, draped in imperial robes, was looking down at him coldly, her gaze as if she were looking at a piece of excrement that had accidentally fallen into the lobby of a five-star hotel.

"You... aren't you supposed to be Sealed by my curse?!" the priest screamed frantically, trying to activate the Death Qi within his body.

But he discovered with horror that in this Domain, all the energy in his body had been transformed into... ink.

Yes, ink.

"In my dream, if I say you are a bug, then you are a bug."

Jiang Chen yawned and pointed casually, "Go on, give him a 'baptism of knowledge'."

Boom! Countless thick books titled "High Martial Geometry," "Fluid Mechanics of Mental Energy," and "Ten Thousand Ways to Scrub the Empress's Back" descended from the sky, each weighing ten thousand jun, directly smashing the priest into a crack in the ground.

"No!! This is impossible! How can a Great Grandmaster's Mental Energy be on this scale?!"

"Great Grandmaster?" Jiang Chen sneered, and the Empress phantom behind him made a "swatting a mosquito" motion, "Sorry, that was me yesterday."

"Now, this is called... the 'Waking Up Anger' of the second stage of the War God Realm."

As Jiang Chen moved his mind, the large purple slippers in the Void Realm condensed once again.

"Slap!!!" A crisp slapping sound that acted directly on the essence of the Soul rang out.

Under this slap, the silver-robed priest's consciousness was instantly like flattened modeling clay; before he could even scream, he disintegrated due to extreme fear, turning into pure nourishment for the Divine Sense.

Meanwhile, in the real world.

The other two assassins lurking outside the camp, waiting to see Jiang Chen "enter eternal sleep," suddenly had their pupils shrink.

Because they saw their boss's body, without any warning, suddenly pop like a punctured balloon with a "bang," his entire head shrinking directly into his chest cavity.

From his seven orifices, it wasn't blood that flowed out, but purple spots of light.

"Boss... is dead?!"

"Even his Soul resonance has disappeared? What kind of nightmare did he enter?!"

The two assassins were scared out of their wits and turned to flee into the snowstorm.

Just then, an extremely faint, yet extremely impatient mumble came from the tent.

"I already said... be quiet..."

Jiang Chen, in his sleep, casually flicked his right hand out of the bed.

This motion looked like someone sleeping searching for a lost slipper, or subconsciously swatting away buzzing mosquitoes.

But in the perception of the two assassins, at this moment, the space of half the North was folded!

"Boom—!"

A transparent surge of Physical Body energy, mixed with the Divine Sense impact that had just been absorbed, transformed into an invisible slap a hundred meters long, sweeping out directly.

Crack! The ice layer within a hundred-meter radius shattered instantly.

The two assassins who had already escaped into the Void Realm were like being hit by an iron hammer spanning space and time.

Their bodies twisted and rotated in mid-air, and finally, like two broken sacks, they were slapped away several kilometers to the city wall of "Star-Shattering City," unable to even be pried off.

【 Ding! Detected that the host has completed a "magnificent remote security operation" while sleeping. 】

【 Task settlement in progress... 】

【 Killed Eternal Sleep Cult priest x1, Reward: Divine Sense resilience +5%! 】

【 Slapped away Great Grandmaster-level assassins x2, Reward: Physical Body pure Yang level increased. 】

【 Special reward triggered: Because the host slapped away an assassin carrying a "Cult secret treasure," obtained the final clue to the "Fox Ancestor Ruins" — Bloodline Resonance activated. 】

Feeling the energy feedback, Jiang Chen stretched his body in his sleep.

"Mmm... this air conditioner... finally stopped leaking air."

One of his hands retracted back into the quilt, this time grabbing the position very accurately, pressing directly onto the inner side of Mu Qingxue's long, tight thigh.

That extreme smoothness made his tense nerves completely relax, and his snoring instantly became loud and rhythmic.

Mu Qingxue's delicate body stiffened suddenly, her eyelashes trembling wildly in her sleep from the stimulation of that hot current, but because her body had produced an illusion of "Soul paralysis" due to extreme comfort, she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.

Su Qingyue took the opportunity to drape her leg over Jiang Chen's waist, digging herself even deeper into his arms.

Iliya's nine tails tightened involuntarily, like a huge, furry, warm shell, tightly protecting these three top combatants of Great Xia in the center of the North's violent snowstorm.

On the fortress's command tower, Regiment Commander Lei Heng was holding binoculars, staring blankly at the two assassins in the distance who had been slapped into the city wall and were no longer in human shape, the tobacco pipe he had just lit falling directly onto his feet.

"Regi... Regiment Commander, what was that sound just now?" the adjutant asked, trembling.

Lei Heng wiped the snow from his face, his voice hoarse and fanatical: "That was not a sound... that was the Sleep God's... teeth grinding."

"Pass down the order, the entire army is to blockade a ten-mile radius! Even if the sky falls, no one is allowed to disturb Consultant Jiang's sleep!"

"This sleep... concerns the peace of the North for the next ten years!"

In the distant snowstorm, more shadows were gathering.

But at this moment, within the vicinity of this tent filled with an atmosphere of ambiguity, sweat, and dominance.

Here, it was the end of the gods, the forbidden zone of nightmares.

Because here.

The Sleep God was having a good dream.