Chapter 37 Dream Slaying Demon Soul

The Six-Syllable Mantra was chanted from the mouth of the golden statue of the Tathagata without any warning.

It was not a single voice, but as if thousands of Buddhas were chanting in unison.

It solidified in the air, converging into a torrent composed of golden Sanskrit characters, overtaking everything to instantly surge toward the Cat-Faced Old Woman.

"Ah——"

The Cat-Faced Old Woman let out a shrill, miserable scream, her pouncing movement suddenly freezing in mid-air as if she had slammed into a red-hot iron wall.

Under the golden light, the black fur on the Old Woman's body shed frantically, her skin emitted billows of black smoke as if being scorched, and her entire demonic soul form was fading while twisting violently.

The expression of resentment and cunning on her face was instantly replaced by boundless fear and disbelief.

On the other side, Chen Mu was also stunned by this sudden turn of events, but his combat instincts remained.

Although he did not understand why the phantom he had constructed would autonomously erupt with such power, this was undoubtedly a god-given opportunity.

Slay!

The sword light, swift as lightning, slashed violently across the neck of the Cat-Faced Old Woman, who was imprisoned by the golden light and unable to move.

The Cat-Faced Old Woman's ferocious and resentful expression froze completely, the light in her vertical pupils rapidly dimmed and dispersed, and the golden light shrouding her slowly receded.

At the final moment as her consciousness dissipated, she used her remaining will to send a weak and hurried plea, directly transmitting it to Chen Mu's mind.

"No... don't... my cultivation was not easy... it took a hundred years to gain intelligence... only by devouring hearts and souls did I reach this day... spare... spare me..."

"I am... under the Beimang Sect... kill me... the Beimang Sect will not let you go... there will definitely be future trouble..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The Cat-Faced Old Woman's demonic soul shattered inch by inch under Chen Mu's sword, turning into wisps of black smoke and completely dissipating.

The dream began to shake violently, and the phantom images of Buddhas and golden auspicious clouds in the sky also blurred and faded accordingly.

The Mental Energy consumed to construct this grand battlefield had already bottomed out; with the powerful enemy destroyed, the dream Realm was naturally difficult to maintain.

Chen Mu leaned on his sword, knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, his face pale as paper.

But his eyes were fixed intently on the fading Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Tathagata light images, his heart surging with stormy waves.

"That golden light just now... was not entirely under my control..."

Chen Mu recalled the ancient, majestic, and pure feeling when the golden light erupted, which was definitely not an effect he could achieve solely by relying on imagination and mental drive.

"Flying Bear Dream Entry, constructing a dream Realm... could it be more than just an illusory concept?"

"These existences manifested from my memories, borrowing specific titles and imagery..."

"Do their prototypes actually exist in this world of martial arts?"

This thought made his spine chill, yet he felt a faint palpitation.

If that were truly the case, then the power of this Flying Bear Dream Entry likely far exceeded his estimates.

The waters of this world were also deeper than he had imagined.

Before he could think it through, the dream Realm collapsed completely.

...

In the real world, at the edge of the blood mist of the Mass Grave.

Blind Li was still squatting in front of the cave dwelling muttering to himself, and Liu Ziming was gripping his sword nervously, on guard.

The dying old dog barely lifted its head, looking vigilantly in a certain direction.

Suddenly.

"Meow—woo—"

A cat's wail, full of pain and weakness yet still sharp and piercing, came from the motionless body of the Cat-Faced Old Woman.

The hunched body shuddered violently, and then, a blurry black shadow, as if struck hard by an invisible force, shot out from the Old Woman's mouth.

It rolled to the ground and solidified, revealing itself to be a black cat with a pitch-black body, dull fur, and a listless spirit.

It struggled to stand up, but its limbs were weak; it stumbled, and resentment and malice still remained on its face.

The Demonic Qi on the black cat had almost completely vanished, and its Realm had fallen to the bottom; it was clear that having its demonic soul slain in the dream Realm had dealt it a devastating blow.

Not only was its cultivation completely lost, but it had even been beaten back to the original beast form it had when it first possessed the body; its intelligence was mostly obscured, leaving only some instinctive hatred.

The black cat first looked blankly at its paws, which had shrunk countless times, then suddenly turned its head to look at the other three living creatures in the field.

The crazed Blind Li, the nervously guarding Liu Ziming, and the dying old dog.

It was them... who caused its hundred years of cultivation to be ruined in a single moment!

Causing it to go from a Cat-Faced Old Woman who controlled a village, back to that precarious, dim-witted beast!

Extreme hatred overwhelmed its remaining reason.

The black cat let out a shrill hiss, kicked its hind legs, and its figure instantly turned into a wretched yet still swift black shadow, pouncing straight at the closest, completely unguarded Blind Li!

Its cat claws extended, and although there was no Demonic Qi to enhance them, those sharp claws were aimed directly at Blind Li's withered neck.

It wanted to kill him, to kill one of the sources of how everything started!

"Watch out!"

Liu Ziming exclaimed, wanting to dive to the rescue, but his leg injury had not yet healed, and his movements were half a beat too slow.

Seeing the cat claws about to touch Blind Li's skin.

"Roar—"

The old dog, which had been lying at Blind Li's feet with weak breath, at this moment, erupted with its final strength from who knows where.

Its gaunt, scarred body, like an arrow off a bowstring, lunged up, blocking accurately between the black cat and Blind Li.

"Pfft!"

The black cat's sharp claws dug fiercely into the old dog's chest.

The old dog swayed but did not fall; instead, it opened its mouth and bit down on the black cat's pouncing forelimb.

Its teeth embedded deeply, and although it lacked the strength to bite it off, it restrained the black cat's movements.

The black cat felt pain and struggled frantically, its other claw scratching wildly at the old dog's head and face.

The old dog let the black cat scratch it, biting down hard without letting go, its cloudy eyes erupting with final brilliance.

That was the determination to protect its master even by burning its life!

It used all its strength, swinging its head violently, slamming the black cat hard onto the ground.

"Bang!"

The black cat was dazed from the fall, let go of its claws, and struggled to get up.

The old dog panted heavily, blocking in front of Blind Li, its limbs trembling, yet it did not yield an inch.

Its chest heaved slightly, as if that strike had exhausted its final vitality.

The black cat saw the old dog's weakness and no longer tried to bypass it, instead turning all its fury toward the troublesome old dog.

One cat and one dog immediately unfolded a final, tragic struggle at the edge of the blood mist of the Mass Grave.

Pouncing, biting, scratching, rolling... flesh and blood flew everywhere, it was incredibly tragic!

The old dog was clearly at a disadvantage, with new wounds constantly appearing on its body.

But at critical moments, it always protected its vital points, willing to trade injury for injury, biting the black cat's hind legs and torso to delay its attacks.

Liu Ziming watched anxiously, trying to drag his injured leg closer, either to help the old dog or to take the opportunity to finish off the black cat.

But the cat and dog were entwined too tightly, their movements fast and vicious, without any pattern.

He was afraid of accidentally hurting the old dog, so he was hesitant and unable to intervene, could only worry anxiously on the periphery.

Just at this moment, Chen Mu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his body shuddered slightly, and his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.