The Son of Heaven Searches for All Beings with Qi, the Forty-Year-Old Patriarch Breaks the Nightmare

Xie Wujiu said coldly, "Wang Hao, you can't save everyone."

Wang Hao looked up at him.

"Then you can try."

"Let's see if your dream domain swallows people faster."

"Or if I tear it down faster."

The blood moon roared.

Deep in the eerie domain, countless nightmares awakened simultaneously.

Xie Wujiu finally stopped probing.

He raised his hand, and the entire expanse of black water turned into an abyss.

"Night Fiend."

"Devouring Emperor."

Darkness rolled in from all directions.

Wang Hao stood in the center of the abyss, the national destiny black dragon roaring at the sky behind him.

He had sword light in his left hand, a golden palm in his right.

The Thunder Abyss Demon Suppressing Pagoda hung above his head, and the New Emperor Sword was wildly hacking at the dream threads in the distance, cursing as it hacked.

"Don't stop me!"

"I want to eat a Martial God!"

"At least let me take a lick!"

The light of the Qi Observation Technique shone brightly in Wang Hao's eyes.

"Everyone."

"Don't die too fast."

"I'm here to fish people out."

In the next instant, he stepped into the darkness.

In the eerie domain, there was no direction.

Up and down were inverted.

Far and near were confused.

A mountain might be hidden in a drop of water.

A piece of memory might press down on the entire sky.

This was the most terrifying part of the Night Fiend.

It didn't create illusions.

Illusions were fake.

But the Night Fiend could drag dreams into reality.

As long as you believed, the dream would become real.

If you believed you were struck by a knife, your physical body would split open.

If you believed you were already dead, your divine soul would be extinguished.

And what Wang Hao had to do was to drag everyone out of "belief" one by one before they were swallowed by the dream.

This job was very hard.

Because the hardest thing for a person to defeat is never an external enemy.

It's oneself.

Wang Hao stepped on the black water, the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique operating to the extreme.

In his eyes, countless qi mechanism lines crisscrossed.

Every polluted qi mechanism was struggling violently.

Xie Wujiu's qi was the most terrifying.

Half was the Heavenly Secret Star Sea, half was the Nightmare Abyss.

The two forces tore at each other in his body, but were nailed together by the remnant lightning of the heavenly tribulation.

Like three different monsters, forcibly sewn into one body.

Powerful.

But unstable.

Wang Hao stared at that qi, quickly making a judgment in his heart.

Xie Wujiu was now the strongest, and also the most brittle.

As long as the balance of the three forces in his body was broken through, there was a chance to kill him.

But the premise was that the forty ancestors and the Heaven's Pride Gang could not be eaten clean by the nightmare.

These people were not burdens.

They were bargaining chips.

And also knives.

Wang Hao knew very well that at his Qi Controlling Realm, even if his god-level martial arts were heaven-defying, he couldn't really use himself as a peak Martial God.

He could pretend.

But he couldn't really die.

So he had to fish out all the usable combat power.

The black water suddenly surged.

Xie Wujiu's voice came from all directions.

"Wang Hao, do you think you can save them?"

"These people all have cracks in their hearts."

"Ancestors fear death."

"Heaven's Prides fear defeat."

"Loyal ministers have guilt."

"Strong people hide secrets."

"Everyone lives in their own dream."

Wang Hao shattered the pouncing black mist with a palm, saying lightly, "It sounds like you understand a lot."

Xie Wujiu sneered.

"This Venerable sees through human hearts."

Wang Hao said, "Then have you seen through yourself?"

The eerie domain was quiet for a moment.

Wang Hao continued, "You claim to represent the Heavenly Dao, but turn around and sacrifice your disciple."

"You claim to maintain order, but turn around and swallow eeriness to become a monster."

"You claim that the winner is king and the loser is a bandit, but now you hide in a dream and launch sneak attacks."

"Xie Wujiu, this isn't seeing through human hearts."

"This is cultivating shamelessness to the Martial God Realm."

In the distance, the New Emperor Sword immediately shouted, "Tyrant, he's still inferior to you in this regard!"

Wang Hao's face darkened.

"Shut up."

Xie Wujiu's eyes were cold.

"Sharp-tongued."

Boom!

A pitch-black giant hand fell from the blood moon, grabbing towards Wang Hao.

That was no ordinary palm print.

In the palm of the hand, countless dreams rotated.

Wang Hao saw himself at the beginning of his enthronement, the Great Zhou collapsing in chaos, various kings rebelling, the national treasury empty, and the court full of trash.

He also saw cities falling into eerie revival.

He saw countless commoners kneeling and crying.

He saw himself standing alone on the throne, surrounded by enemies.

The dream tried to tell him.

You can't save everyone.

You will lose sooner or later.

Everything you have will collapse.

Wang Hao looked up at that hand.

There were no ripples in his heart.

He even wanted to laugh a little.

Because he was too familiar with this kind of oppression.

Since the day he came to this world, when was he not jumping back and forth on the edge of bankruptcy?

When the Great Zhou was at its most dangerous, even mice entering the national treasury would shed tears.

Now Xie Wujiu was using this kind of thing to scare him?

Wang Hao raised his right palm.

"Fourth palm."

"Sea Suppressing."

A golden palm print soared into the sky.

Boom!

The black giant hand collided with the golden palm print.

Dreams shattered, and the blood moon shook.

Wang Hao said coldly, "I can't save everyone."

"But I can kill the person who creates the problems first."

"This is called grasping the principal contradiction."

His figure flashed, rushing towards the nearest dream along a qi mechanism line.

That was Qin Hongye.

In the Fire City.

Qin Hongye stood at the end of the long street.

There was fire all around.

The city she had seen in her childhood was burning again.

Countless people were calling her in the fire.

"Why are you the one who survived?"

"Why didn't you come back?"

"Why do you still dare to draw your sword?"

Qin Hongye's face was pale, the long sword in her hand trembling.

She was not weak.

It was precisely because she was too strong that her wounds were hidden deeper.

The Night Fiend liked this kind of person the most.

The more the pain was pressed into the bones, once it was turned out, the more it could tear the divine soul.

Black dream mist wrapped around Qin Hongye's wrist, as if trying to drag her into the sea of fire.

At this moment, a golden palm print descended from the sky.

Boom!

The long street exploded.

Wang Hao landed in front of her.

"Qin Hongye."

Qin Hongye looked up, her eyes somewhat blurred.

"Your Majesty?"

Wang Hao glanced at the Fire City.

"This dream is quite expensive to make."

Qin Hongye: "..."

Wang Hao said, "A city burned like this, the reconstruction budget would scare people to death."

The mist in Qin Hongye's eyes dissipated slightly.

"Can't you say something comforting?"

Wang Hao thought seriously.

"Only those who survive have the right to claim the cost of hatred."

Qin Hongye froze.

Wang Hao looked at her.

"If you die in the dream, these people really died in vain."

"If you're awake, the sword is still there, and the hatred hasn't been settled yet."

The hand Qin Hongye used to hold the sword stabilized bit by bit.

In the sea of fire, those figures questioning her began to distort.

Qin Hongye said in a low voice, "Fake."

In the next instant.

Cold light burst out.

She split the Fire City with one slash.

"I don't owe the dead in the dream."

"I only owe the blood debt in reality."

Boom!

The dream shattered.

Qin Hongye's qi mechanism recovered mostly.

Wang Hao nodded.

"Not bad."

Qin Hongye glanced at him.

"Did you just calculate my inner demon as an account?"

Wang Hao said, "As long as it's effective."

Qin Hongye actually couldn't refute it.

The two had just rushed out of the Fire City when an angry roar came from the distance again.

Wanyan Gu.

He was trapped in the Northern Barbarian snowfield.

Countless clansmen surrounded him and cursed.

"Traitor!"

"You work for the Great Zhou Emperor!"

"You forgot the blood and bones of the Northern Barbarians!"

Wanyan Gu carried a mace, looking serious.

"I didn't forget."

"But the Great Zhou gives a lot."

The phantoms: "..."

When Wang Hao arrived, he happened to hear this sentence.

He was silent for a moment.

"I suddenly feel I don't need to save you."

Wanyan Gu's eyes lit up.

"Your Majesty, you're here!"

Wang Hao looked at the surrounding dream shadows.

"How's the situation on your side?"

Wanyan Gu said seriously, "They're cursing me."

Wang Hao asked, "Did they hurt you?"

Wanyan Gu shook his head.

"No."

"I think they are wrong."

"I am not selling my life."

"I am employed."

Wang Hao nodded.

"Your ideological awareness is quite high."

Wanyan Gu added, "And I already explained to them that the Great Zhou provides room and board, battle merits can be exchanged for resources, and there are pensions."

"They wouldn't listen."

Wang Hao said, "Then we fight."

Wanyan Gu grinned.

"That's what I thought too."

Boom!

The mace swept across the snowfield.

A group of dream shadows was smashed to pieces.

Wang Hao watched this scene and silently gave Wanyan Gu's nightmare resistance a mental evaluation.

His thought process was simple, but stable.

Nightmares feared this kind of person the most.

Because he simply didn't follow the inner demon's script.

Next were the patriarchs.

The Old Master of the Ren family was trapped in a peach blossom dreamscape.

Surrounded by old flames from his youth.

Each one looking at him with resentful eyes.

"Ren Jiuxiao, you said back then you would take me to see the sea of clouds."

"You said you would pluck the stars for me."

"You said you would never betray me in this life."

The Old Master of the Ren family was sweating profusely.

"It's a misunderstanding!"

"I was young and ignorant!"

"This old man has changed his ways now!"

When Wang Hao arrived, the Ren family patriarch was almost strangled by a red silk ribbon.

Wang Hao's expression was odd.

"Patriarch, the battle is fierce, isn't it."

The Ren family Old Master's old face flushed red.

"Wang family brat, save this old man quickly!"

Wang Hao said, "First admit that you lacked morals."

The Ren family Old Master was furious.

"Is now the time to talk about this?"

The red silk tightened by another thirty percent.

The Ren family Old Master immediately said, "This old man admits it! This old man lacked morals! I was very immoral in my youth!"

Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction.

"Knowing your mistakes and correcting them is the greatest good."

He slashed out with his sword.

Heaven-Opening Nine Swords, Severing Karma.

The red silk snapped.

The peach blossom dreamscape collapsed.

The Old Master of the Ren family rushed out in a sorry state, gritting his teeth, "This matter must not be spread, especially not to Mingyue."

Wang Hao said, "Sure."

The Ren family Old Master breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Hao continued, "But it depends on your post-war contributions."

The Ren family Old Master: "..."

On the other side, the Old Master of the Li family was almost driven crazy by his mourning relatives.

When Wang Hao arrived, he was explaining to a group of dream shadows:

"That spirit herb was ownerless to begin with!"

"This old man played dead to paralyze the enemy!"

"Do you guys know what tactics are?"

Wang Hao couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense and directly shattered the coffin with a palm strike.

"Wake up."

The Li family Old Master rushed out of the dreamscape, and his first sentence was:

"This old man is innocent."

Wang Hao nodded.

"Mhm."

The Li family Old Master frowned.

"What does your 'mhm' mean?"

Wang Hao said, "Leaving you some dignity."

The Li family Old Master: "..."

Dreamscapes were broken open one by one.

The forty patriarchs gradually gathered.

Some had pale faces.

Some had chaotic auras.

Some, upon coming out, immediately warned others not to ask what they saw.

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword was among the last to be found.

He stood on a mountain of broken swords.

In front of him was his senior brother who had lost to him back then.

That senior brother, whose white clothes were stained with blood, asked him:

"You clearly could have held back, why did you sever my sword heart?"

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword remained silent for a long time.

Wang Hao did not attack immediately.

This kind of dream was very difficult for outsiders to forcefully break.

Forcefully breaking it might not be useful.

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword had to draw his own sword.

After a long time, Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword looked up.

"Because in that battle, I was also afraid of losing."

The senior brother's phantom smiled.

"You finally admitted it."

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, his sword intent was clear.

"Being afraid of losing doesn't mean I cannot win."

"What I owe you, I will remember."

"But my sword will not stop."

Clang!

A sword struck out.

The mountain of broken swords collapsed.

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword walked out of the dreamscape, his aura even sharper than before.

Wang Hao glanced at him.

"Not bad, you saved Us a sword strike."

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword smiled bitterly.

"Your Majesty really knows how to comfort people."

Wang Hao said, "We usually charge a fee."

Everyone: "..."

As the crowd gradually gathered, the eerie domain began to tremble.

Xie Wujiu finally couldn't sit still.

Under the blood moon, he took a step forward.

The pressure of the entire eerie domain suddenly increased tenfold.

The shattered dreamscapes reassembled.

Countless high walls rose from the black water surface, trapping everyone in the center.

Countless human faces appeared on the walls.

Those were the remnant souls that had been devoured by the Night Fiend.

They whispered in unison.

"Sleep."

"Stay."

"Reality is too bitter."

"There is no pain in dreams."

An Air-Faring realm expert turned pale and almost knelt down.

Wang Hao slapped him on the back of the head.

"Stay awake."

"Painless things are usually expensive."

That Air-Faring expert shivered.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Xie Wujiu looked coldly at the crowd.

"Wang Hao, you do have some skills."

"What a pity, so what if you saved them?"

"They have already been corrupted by the nightmare."

"As long as this venerable one wishes, I can make them fall back asleep at any time."

Wang Hao looked at the crowd around him.

The forty patriarchs, the Heaven's Pride Gang, Wei Zhongxian, the New Emperor Sword.

Their auras were unstable.

But their eyes were awake.

That was enough.

Wang Hao slowly raised his hand.

"Everyone."

"We do not like nonsense."

"Xie Wujiu is already half-god and half-weird, the longer this drags on, the stronger he gets."

"So there is only one tactic next."

The Old Master of the Ren family asked, "What tactic?"

Wang Hao looked at Xie Wujiu.

"Beat him until he gets indigestion."

The New Emperor Sword shouted excitedly, "I like this tactic!"

Xie Wujiu smiled.

"Just you lot?"

Wang Hao also smiled.

"Yes."

"Just us."

In the next instant, the national destiny black dragon roared behind Wang Hao.

The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda hovered in the air.

Pavilion Master Heavenly Sword and Ye Guyun merged their sword intents, locking down the spatial rift points.

The forty patriarchs erupted with true essence at the same time, suppressing the outer dream domain.

Xiao Chen's golden light pierced the sky.

Qin Hongye's cold blade was drawn.

Wanyan Gu carried his mace and strode forward.

The New Emperor Sword turned into a black-gold sword beam, lunging at the blood moon like a mad dog.

"Old dog Xie!"

"Hand over your weird parts!"

Xie Wujiu's eyes were cold.

"Courting death."

Boom!

The blood moon descended.

The decisive battle truly entered frontal carnage.