Into the Dream, Arriving at the Mystical Heaven Realm

"Phew—!"

A refreshing sensation, as if breaking free from the depths of the ocean, surged through her heart.

Su Muwan's eyes snapped open, her gaze blank as she took in the unfamiliar rocky walls before her.

"Did... I just transmigrate?"

Su Muwan muttered to herself. Qin Luo had mentioned using a bronze cauldron to enter dreams for cultivation.

So, she’d had no choice but to... do that with Qin Luo again.

Really, truly, it was only for the sake of entering the dream.

It wasn’t like she wanted to do it or anything.

But...

Where was this place?

And where was Qin Luo?

As she pondered, Su Muwan tried to move, but suddenly—

BOOM—

A massive surge of spiritual energy erupted.

She blinked, immediately realizing her current predicament.

———————She was suspended mid-air, bound by chains of glowing golden spell formations!!

Not only that, but within a hundred-meter radius around her, a colossal golden barrier shimmered.

A sealing array??

Su Muwan was dumbfounded.

Seriously?

She’d just transmigrated, and this was what she walked into?

What kind of nonsense was this?!

"Hey, hey, hey! Anyone there?!"

Su Muwan shouted at the top of her lungs.

The next second, a cold snort echoed back.

"Silence, demoness! Cease your futile resistance!"

???

The moment Su Muwan heard the word "demoness," fury erupted within her.

First, she’d been called a "venomous witch," and now, even in a dream, she was being labeled a "demoness"?

Was this some kind of generational naming trend?!

She sharply lifted her head, her eyes blazing as she glared in the direction of the voice and snapped back, "Who dares call me a demoness?! Do you have a death wish? I’ll throw you into the ocean to feed the sharks!"

Before her words even settled, she spotted a group of people standing not far away.

Each was dressed in luxurious robes, their auras extraordinary—clearly, they were no ordinary figures.

And the man who had spoken earlier was just one among them.

Taking in the scene, Su Muwan narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing them carefully. A thought flickered in her mind.

……What the hell?

This looks like the kind of setup you’d see when sealing away some great evil...

The next moment, an elderly man with white hair at the forefront coldly snorted and declared, "Demoness, spare us your lies!"

"You have slaughtered countless lives, your sins reaching the heavens. Today, we have joined forces to seal you here—this is the will of the heavens!"

"If you dare spew more deceit, don’t blame us for scattering your soul ahead of schedule!"

Su Muwan was stunned.

What kind of baseless accusations were these?!

Even in a dream, she shouldn’t be having such a ridiculous nightmare!

"Slaughtered countless lives?!"

Su Muwan was so furious she nearly fainted. "You brainless old fools!!! The number of people I’ve killed probably doesn’t even compare to the ones you’ve wiped out! What are you barking about?!"

Another figure, a monk-like sect master draped in purple-gold kasaya, spoke solemnly, "Demoness, do not feign ignorance."

"Your deeds are known throughout the land. Today, the ten of us sect masters have joined forces to cast the 'Nine Heavens Divine Sealing Array'—to eradicate you, this scourge, once and for all."

"No matter how you struggle, it is futile!"

"Perhaps..."

The monk chanted a Buddhist mantra, then looked at Su Muwan with disgust, his voice dripping with loathing.

"...after your death, you may reunite with your people from the Great Yan Dynasty in hell."

"After all... you were once its Fourth Imperial Princess."

??

The Great Yan Dynasty?

Su Muwan blinked, then suddenly remembered.

Wasn’t this the setting from her last few dreams?

What kind of nonsense was this—did dreams even have sequels now?!

And also—

"Qin Luo! Qin Luo, get out here right now!"

Su Muwan yelled at the top of her lungs.

But before her voice faded, another voice cut in.

"Enough, demoness! We’ve already investigated—every atrocity was committed by your hand alone."

"Do not shift the blame onto others!"

"Qin Luo is the Holy Son of our Tai Chu Sacred Land! How could he possibly be associated with you?!"

A dignified middle-aged man reprimanded her sternly.

Meanwhile, the Violet Sky Sect Master, clad in purple robes, summoned his lifebound treasure.

"Demoness, this old man will first cleanse you of your demonic aura!"

—————Nine-Orifice Exquisite Pagoda: Capable of absorbing and suppressing demonic energy, it has imprisoned tens of thousands of evil spirits within.

Team skills, debuffs, buffs...

So, they were treating her like a raid boss now?

Su Muwan’s lips twitched in exasperation.

Seriously, who could understand this?!

She’d just transmigrated, and already she was being treated as the ultimate villain, surrounded by ten top-tier experts and a god-tier sealing array.

Who was she supposed to reason with?!

Sniffle... Qin Luo, where are you...?

You promised we’d cultivate together in the dream... How did you secretly become a Holy Son without me...

......

.......

Meanwhile.

Tai Chu Sacred Land.

Scripture Pavilion.

Good news: Qin Luo confirmed he had successfully entered the dream via the bronze cauldron.

Bad news: Su Muwan had once again become the villainess, on the verge of being sealed away and annihilated.

Sigh.

Life was hard. Su Muwan sighed.

Young Mistress, oh Young Mistress...

No matter which era you end up in, you just can’t escape your fate as the ultimate villainess, can you?

Qin Luo set down the historical compendium in his hands.

He now roughly understood the current timeline in the Profound Heaven Realm.

————It was three years after the fall of the Great Yan Dynasty, orchestrated by its Fourth Imperial Princess.

In those three years, Su Muwan had wreaked havoc, slaughtering countless lives.

It was like she froze everything in her path—literally.

Qin Luo rubbed his temples.

The even more absurd part? According to the previous timeline, he should have been by Su Muwan’s side. But for some reason, this time, he had transmigrated as the Holy Son of the Tai Chu Sacred Land.

No memories, no clues—what was he supposed to do?

But whatever.

Since things had come to this, his priority was to rescue his poor, unfortunate Young Mistress.

No Holy Son title was more important than her.

Just as he was thinking this—

"Senior Brother."

A cool, detached voice sounded behind him.

Qin Luo turned, then froze.

Before him stood a young woman, sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows of the Scripture Pavilion, casting a luminous glow on her snow-white robes embroidered with silver threads.

Her face bore a striking resemblance to Su Bailian—almost identical, save for the icy, sculpted sharpness in her expression.

An Xuanbing Sword hung at her waist, its blade glinting coldly, the words "Slay Demons" etched into its hilt so sharply they stung the eyes.

This person was...

"Su Bailian??" Qin Luo blurted out.

The young woman tilted her head slightly, her gaze unchanging.

"Who is Su Bailian? Has Senior Brother forgotten that your junior sister’s name is Mu Xueyi?"

Oh.

Qin Luo gave Mu Xueyi a once-over.

Same voice, same face—just a completely different aura.

Was this Su Bailian’s ancestor or something?

Tch.

Transmigrating without memories was such a pain.

Whatever.

Ignoring Mu Xueyi’s puzzled expression, Qin Luo raised a hand and performed a quick divination.

Instantly, all information about her flooded his mind.

——————An eight-year-old girl curled up in a bloodstained haystack, watching as demonic cultivators wrenched the souls of villagers into threads to weave into banners. Her mother was nailed to the village’s ancient locust tree, a blood-soaked mandrake blooming from her chest. When demonic flames licked at the girl’s hair, the sole survivor embarked on a path of immortal cultivation—to slay demons and vanquish evil.

Well, damn.

So this version of Su Bailian was a righteous heroine?

To avoid being too abrupt, Qin Luo glanced at the sword at Mu Xueyi's waist, using small talk and her presence to reflect on his current experiences in the Taichu Holy Land: "Junior Sister Mu, how many demonic cultivators' blood has your Demon-Slaying Sword tasted?"

At this, the tassel on Mu Xueyi's sword swayed without wind, ice crystals refracting countless fragmented glimmers: "Seven hundred and thirty-nine."

She traced the frost patterns on the blade: "For each one slain, I carve a mark on the hilt."

"This Frost Severance Swordplay..."

Her gaze sharpened with killing intent: "...was meant to make me remember—all of this is because of that Frigid Fiend."

"That Frigid Fiend ushered in the Great Demonic Era, which is why so many vile souls have fallen to the demonic path!"

Frigid Fiend = Su Muwan.

Well, well.

Are these two sisters destined to be on opposing sides in every version?

While mentally sifting through his memories, Qin Luo couldn't help but find it amusing.

Could it be that after failing to defeat Su Muwan, Su Bailian emerged in this modern era as a counterbalance?

Nearby, Mu Xueyi reined in her murderous aura.

"Senior Brother, are you studying the Profound Heaven Chronicles?"

Her gaze swept over the ancient texts on the desk, her frost-lashed eyelids fluttering slightly.

"Why not consult me? I, too, have some knowledge of—"

Suddenly, she stepped closer to Qin Luo, the ice crystal ornaments in her hair chiming softly.

Yet before she could reach him, Qin Luo raised a hand to stop her three meters away.

He pressed his palm between them, the other hand resting against his forehead as he shut his eyes. "Junior Sister Mu, I'm still digesting what I've just learned. Could you step outside for now?"

Mu Xueyi froze. Beneath her calm exterior, a flicker of desolation surfaced.

After a pause, she pressed her lips together and nodded silently.

Click—

With the closing of the Scripture Pavilion's doors, silence reclaimed the room.

Qin Luo exhaled, tapping his temple where an inexplicable memory had surfaced.

"Tch, what's this about...?"

He opened his eyes, shadows swirling faintly in his left iris.

Why had such a bizarre fragment of recollection appeared in his mind?