The Exorcism Dungeon consists of thirty-three secret realms, each with distinct themes and attributes. Among them, the seventh—the Wedding Dream Realm—has the lowest participation rate, making it the least popular by far.
It’s worth noting that fifty-six group chats are eligible to participate in the Exorcism Dungeon, forming over three hundred trial teams. Due to the limited number of secret realms, teams cannot freely choose their preferred realm and must instead rely on random system assignments.
Yet, without fail, any team matched with the seventh Wedding Dream Realm immediately withdraws and restarts.
The reason is simple: the Nightmare Spirit’s attributes are absurdly overpowered. Unlike other malevolent spirits in the dungeons, which have fixed stats, this one adjusts its strength based on the intensity of the fear in its opponents’ hearts. Not only is it notoriously difficult to kill, but it also morphs into terrifying forms tailored to strike at the deepest fears of its victims!
The more afraid you are, the stronger it becomes. Conversely, if your Dao Heart is unshaken and your confidence unbreakable, it’s nothing more than a paper tiger—easily crushed with a single strike.
Admittedly, this setup is perfect for tempering one’s Dao Heart. But how easy is it to conquer the primal fears rooted in one’s soul?
Moreover, the Life-Saving Passive can only be activated once per attempt, costing a staggering two billion points—a terrible value for money. Aside from a few deep-pocketed tycoons, no one is willing to play this realm!
Of course, Chen Yi is an exception. He loves it—so much so that he drags others into it with him. It’s not because he’s swimming in points, but because he’s hacked the system… and hacked it hard.
With ten billion Life-Saving Passive activations, unlimited healing and state recovery, and adjustable difficulty modes, he’s pushed the seventh Wedding Dream Realm’s mechanics to their absolute limit.
The members of Group 108 and the seventy-six late-stage Soul Fusion cultivators from the Purple Star Continent are truly suffering.
The Life-Saving Passive keeps them alive, but that’s all it does—getting beaten up still hurts. Retreating to the safe zone to heal, only to return and endure more torment? That’s agony on top of agony!
Especially since that damned Nightmare Spirit adapts to their fears. The more they dread something, the more likely it is to manifest. The slightest waver in their Dao Heart results in instant annihilation!
Take this moment, for example.
Zhou Zheng, freshly healed in the recovery zone, steps back into the fray. This time, he’s convinced himself that nothing can scare him anymore.
But the Nightmare Spirit fights dirty.
After a grotesque, writhing distortion, it morphs into three elderly women.
"Darling~ Where have you been? Come here~~"
Their sickly sweet, exaggerated voices echo hauntingly.
In an instant, Zhou Zheng’s soul is struck with primal terror. His legs tremble uncontrollably as fear floods his veins.
"AHHHH!!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!"
"Hehe, you’re scared!"
"Ding!"
The surroundings darken abruptly as the Life-Saving Passive triggers.
Zhou Zheng is sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing back into the recovery zone.
This is the mark of a weakling—a flawed Dao Heart in need of tempering. And that’s precisely why Chen Yi chose this realm as the first battleground.
Of course, where there are weaklings, there are also elites.
On another battlefield.
Qin Sheng stares impassively as the Nightmare Spirit, now wearing An Zhen’er’s face, strikes a seductive pose.
"Ah Sheng, I’m so hot… won’t you help me?"
"Look at me. I refuse to believe your eyes hold no desire… Why aren’t you afraid? Isn’t this your worst nightmare?"
Qin Sheng remains unshaken. "Just because I don’t want to, doesn’t mean I can’t. And it certainly doesn’t mean I’m scared."
With that, he draws his lifebound weapon—the Dragonbone Sword—and points it at the spirit. "Enough of these pathetic tricks. Fight me like a real man!"
The Nightmare Spirit writhes, searching for any trace of fear, but finds none. Left with no choice, it morphs into Qin Sheng’s own form.
This is the true horror of the Nightmare Spirit.
When a man fears nothing external, the only thing that can defeat him… is himself. Especially a version of himself that’s stronger.
Yet Qin Sheng doesn’t flinch. If anything, his fighting spirit burns brighter. "Perfect. This time, I’ll crush you."
This isn’t his first time challenging the Wedding Dream Realm. In the past, his losses weren’t due to weakness—but because the Life-Saving Passive’s exorbitant cost forced him to hold back, preventing him from fighting to the limit.
But now, with the new group leader’s backing and ten billion Life-Saving Passives at his disposal? Not even he can defeat himself.
Confidence is the ultimate weapon.
Half an hour later.
The Nightmare Spirit—now a perfect copy of Qin Sheng—is impaled on the Dragonbone Sword, pinned to the ground in disbelief as the real Qin Sheng strides forward.
"Why… Why didn’t you dodge?"
Qin Sheng is in terrible shape: a gaping hole in his chest gushes blood, his left arm is missing, and his aura is feeble. Yet he laughs wildly.
"Dodge? Why would I? Do you really think you can kill me? Or that I’d ever be afraid?!"
The Nightmare Spirit falls silent before finally bowing its head. "Fine. You win."
With those words, it dissolves into motes of law fragments, which Qin Sheng absorbs.
Only after securing the fragments does Qin Sheng allow himself to collapse. With a final, deliberate slash, he triggers the Life-Saving Passive, letting the darkness whisk him back to the recovery zone.
"Tsk… I thought Fang Zheng or Gu Yuan would secure the first kill. Who knew there was such a fierce warrior among them?"
Even Chen Yi, who’s been overseeing everything from the shadows, is stunned. This outcome defied even his expectations.
Qin Sheng’s combat prowess is high, but in the face of the Nightmare Spirit, strength means nothing.
This is a trial of the Dao Heart. No matter who you are, without an indomitable will, victory is impossible.
Outwardly, Qin Sheng seems lazy, even apathetic—the type who’d retreat at the first sign of trouble.
But appearances deceive. Beneath that unremarkable exterior lies an unbreakable Dao Heart!
"Tsk tsk tsk… Even I misjudged him. Can’t blame Ye Wuchen for overlooking him—gold doesn’t shine unless it chooses to."
With a sigh, Chen Yi mentally awards Qin Sheng a score of ninety before turning his gaze to the trash nurtured by the Purple Star Continent.
Truly, comparison is the thief of joy.
These cowards have grown too comfortable. After triggering the Life-Saving Passive fewer than ten times, they cower in the recovery zone, too terrified to advance.
They can’t even compare to Zhou Zheng, flawed as he is.
At least Zhou Zheng dares to face his deepest fears. In just 150 minutes, he’s triggered the Life-Saving Passive over 300 times—yet he keeps charging back in. Now, he can endure a full thirty seconds under the three old women’s pressure without flinching!
And these so-called elites? Pathetic.
Just because the Nightmare Spirit took on my form, it couldn't even last a second before kneeling?
Am I really that terrifying?!
Alright, even if you're afraid of me, that was just an illusion conjured by the Nightmare Spirit. The real deal is standing right behind you. If you fear a fake, shouldn't you be even more terrified of the genuine article?
"Worthless trash, push forward! I said push forward!"
"That's just a fake—destroy it!"
"Or else I'll destroy you instead!"
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