84: Linglong, Luo Mian?

Demon Seed Flesh infected living beings, causing chaos in countless cities. For a time, everyone felt unsafe, living in constant fear.

Left with no choice, Vivian ordered a city-wide lockdown, centralized resource allocation, and had all civilians gather towards the city center, with Arcanists responsible for their safety.

Any available personnel, led by at least an Arcane Master, were to encircle and annihilate any emerging demonized creatures and delve into the underground systems to thoroughly incinerate the Demon Seed Flesh.

Under these decisive measures, the chaos brought by the Demon Seed was temporarily and effectively contained.

But Vivian knew this was merely a trivial appetizer from the Demon Seed, whose methods were truly terrifying.

Three days passed quickly. Vivian and the others were busy day and night without rest, but Meng Yun remained immersed in his enlightenment, his figure becoming increasingly ethereal and illusory.

“Brother, please wake up…”

Vivian blinked her tired eyes, gazing softly at Meng Yun.

The young girl’s wrist was still a bit tender; only with Meng Yun by her side did she feel completely safe.

“Thump, thump, thump!”

“Thump, thump, thump!!!”

The sudden tremor of the ground pulled Vivian back from her thoughts.

She flashed into the air, and the scene before her made her scalp tingle.

Tens of thousands of demonized birds and beasts had, at some unknown time, already knocked on the gates of Newt City!

Countless attacks landed on the Arcane barrier, creating ripples upon ripples.

These monsters?

How did the Demon Seed bypass everyone’s vision and transport them here?!

Vivian couldn’t see the red lines that sealed the world, so naturally, she knew nothing of their function.

Concealing apostles within them and launching surprise attacks was just one of the many uses of these red lines.

Vivian led the charge, elemental power rapidly converging as she launched a counterattack at the most intense point of the assault.

Following closely behind were figures who had sensed the anomaly: Ruyi, Laila, Numbers One to Seven, and countless other resolute figures.

Whether they admitted it or not, accepted it or not,

the war against the Demon Seed had officially begun!

…

Meng Yun felt his current state was very strange.

He was clearly sitting in place, fully concentrating on comprehending and refining the demon suppression stone.

The demon suppression stone also responded to his call, being absorbed by Meng Yun bit by bit.

However, as this process reached a certain stage, Meng Yun felt his soul begin to uncontrollably ascend and traverse.

The strong sense of weightlessness made him close his eyes tightly, and only when this feeling disappeared did he slowly open them.

What greeted his eyes were oriental-style buildings shrouded in mist, like a celestial realm.

Pavilions, terraces, clouds, and mists—such scenery truly belonged only in the heavens.

Meng Yun struggled to his feet, his gaze constantly sweeping around.

demon suppression stone, oh dear.

Where did you bring him?

Is this still the Arcane World?!

After walking for a long time within it, the pure and vast spiritual energy actually caused Meng Yun’s Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, which had been stagnant for some time, to show faint signs of loosening.

“A treasure trove of geomancy, truly a treasure trove…” Meng Yun marveled, finally reaching the highest point of this place.

He looked at the plaque on the temple at the highest point and couldn’t help but softly read out the words:

“Meng… Yun Pavilion?”

It was hilarious; it actually sounded like his name.

Meng Yun Gege!

Repeating words is nauseating~

Along the way, he brushed past some beautiful celestial maidens in immortal dresses. Perhaps due to the illusion, none of them noticed Meng Yun.

Before long, Meng Yun arrived at the entrance of Meng Yun Pavilion. Without hesitation, he stepped inside.

Are you kidding me!

In this illusion, which he didn’t know how it came about, if Meng Yun were still timid, wouldn’t it be a waste of such a beautiful scene!

There was no “let’s explore the maggots ahead later”; Meng Yun easily entered the new map.

A noble and elegant female protagonist aura wafted over him. Meng Yun surveyed the decorations and instantly understood.

This must be the residence of a woman of extremely noble status.

Meng Yun wandered around the extremely empty main hall, found nothing worth seeing, and so bypassed the screen wall, walking towards the back.

Upon looking up, he was stunned by the objects displayed in the small hall at the back.

He saw a clumsy, crudely shaped long sword, sealed like a rare treasure within a transparent light shield.

“Is this… my Demon Subduing Sword?”

Actually, this casually made sword originally had no name, but the people of the Tianjian Dynasty all called it the Demon Subduing Sword, so Meng Yun simply went with the flow.

The sense of incongruity in his heart grew stronger. Meng Yun couldn’t help but reach out and gently touch the light shield.

Pop~

His hand passed through without obstruction, as if entering water.

Meng Yun easily grasped this wooden sword, which rightfully belonged to him, in his hand.

A cold gleam suddenly appeared on the sword body, as if conveying to Meng Yun the joy and excitement of a reunion after ten thousand years.

Over the passage of time, this ordinary sword had long been intentionally nurtured and cultivated, giving birth to a spirit.

“It’s quite realistic.”

Meng Yun casually twirled the sword, then slung the wooden sword behind his back.

Empty hands, no empty returns.

Just as he was about to delve deeper, a faint snore, almost imperceptible, caught his attention.

?

Someone?

Meng Yun cautiously lifted the curtain, only to see a woman on the sitting couch with her back to him, seemingly dozing on the table.

The soft, gentle breathing came from her nose and mouth.

When Meng Yun lifted the curtain, bringing in the cold wind from outside, the woman, in her sleep, involuntarily sneezed.

“Achoo!”

“Master, Master has come to see Linglong, hehehe…”

Such sleep-talking reached Meng Yun’s ears.

Unfortunately, in the martial world, Meng Yun never heard Linglong speak until his death.

Otherwise, he would have immediately recognized that this voice was precisely the voice of his little pet fox.

For some reason, Meng Yun felt a sudden pang of pity. He looked at the quilt nearby, gently pulled it over, and draped it over the woman.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing her two piles of slime vigorously squeezed and deformed by the table, Meng Yun’s old face instantly flushed.

It’s human nature, no offense, no offense.

Perhaps the sudden added weight startled her, Linglong Empress abruptly sat upright and stretched.

Caught off guard, one of her hands mercilessly struck Meng Yun’s face, actually knocking him out of this realm.

The power of an Empress, truly terrifying!

“Huh? Who covered me with a blanket?”

Linglong, still groggy, grabbed the blanket and examined it carefully. Her fox’s sense of smell instantly detected an unusual aura from it.

This is…

meng yun gundam’s aura!?

“I must still be dreaming…”

Linglong mumbled, hugging the blanket and falling back into a deep sleep.

Smelling Meng Yun’s lingering scent, even her dreams became sweeter.

Meng Yun’s figure flickered, piercing through countless spaces, finally landing in a crimson world.

“Ow, ow, ow, damn it, it hurts, stop, stop rolling!”

Meng Yun was roughly thrown onto a mountaintop, scrambling and tumbling rapidly down towards the foot of the mountain.

Finally, by sticking the Demon Subduing Sword into the ground, Meng Yun finally ended his miserable donkey-rolling state.

“I wonder where this is again…”

Meng Yun floated up and flew rapidly towards the foot of the mountain. In his sight, there were hundreds of miles of military camps ahead, with flickering lights and surging murderous intent.

A general in silver armor, riding a ferocious winged horse, descended from the sky, covered in blood, his murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

“Damn it!”

“This Demon Seed is really too damn hard to fight!”

“I really don’t know how Meng Yun, that guy, managed to cut it in half so cleanly with one sword back then!”

Amidst such complaints, the general returned to his large tent.

He placed his helmet on the table, revealing his true face.

Meng Yun sat in a corner of the tent, openly peeking at military documents.

“Xuanwu Heaven War Chronicles—The Thirteenth Five-Year Plan?”

Good heavens, how much longer will this war last?!

But then again, why does the creativity of this title seem so familiar?

Are all the myriad worlds plagiarizing, then?!

Hearing the commotion, Meng Yun lazily put down the military documents.

He just brazenly met the newcomer’s gaze.

“Luo Mian?!”

Luo Mian suddenly felt the air become scorching.

As a Mahayana stage cultivator, his senses were already incredibly keen. His intuition told him that someone was standing before him.

And the aura on this person seemed to trace back ten thousand years ago.