69novels Chapter 382 - 338: Source of the Dream Eye, The Final Place (Part 1)
Chapter 382 - 338: Source of the Dream Eye, The Final Place (Part 1)
The Fourth Layer underground.
This was also the layer originally used to store the Dream Eyes.
Here, two groups of people were currently fighting.
One side consisted of robed followers of the Sun God Sect, led by three Radiant Bishops.
Opposite them were over a dozen Dream Masters.
And Wei Fan, Gao Qian, and Ouyang Shuokong were indeed among them.
The Divine Techniques used by the Sun God Sect’s followers had a natural suppressive effect on Dream Masters.
Like water dousing fire.
Under normal circumstances,
A Red-robed Holy Radiance Bishop’s true strength was far greater than that of a Controller Level Dream Master.
Even if they couldn’t defeat their opponents, three Red-robed Holy Radiance Bishops and a group of Priests of the Scorching Sun should not have been the weaker side.
Yet the Sun God Sect was currently at a disadvantage.
The Holy Radiance Bishops, along with the Sun God Sect followers behind them, were all enveloped in the phantom of a giant yellow bell.
Then, the tolling of a bell—DONG... DONG... DONG...—reverberated through the area, each chime trailing off with a long, drawn-out echo.
The sound waves struck invisible walls and bounced back, creating a chaotic resonance.
The tolling wasn’t deafening, but it had an extremely strong piercing power, as if it could bypass the senses and strike directly at the depths of one’s soul.
The heads of those inside the bell felt as if they were being pricked by needles, making it impossible for them to concentrate and channel the Holy Power in their bodies to use Divine Techniques.
Even if they managed to channel a sliver of it, striking the bell only produced an even louder toll. It also unleashed a terrifying backlash, causing blood to ooze from their seven orifices.
What was even more terrifying was that the bell phantom would extract and strip away the Vitality and Lifespan of those trapped inside.
Now, as time passed, wrinkles began to appear on the faces of the Sun God Sect followers, and their complexions and hair turned sallow and withered.
In contrast, the Red-robed Holy Radiance Bishops, perhaps due to the greater abundance of Holy Power within them, were also being drained, but they could still hold on, showing no obvious signs of aging on the surface.
As for Wei Fan, on the other side,
his appearance was actually growing younger under these circumstances, brimming with vigorous Vitality.
This giant bell phantom was, in fact, an initial Dream Eye that Wei Fan had obtained.
It was named the Yin Yellow Bell.
Its function was to trap others.
It could also envelop the user, serving as a defense.
At this moment, the change in his body was the Yin Yellow Bell feeding the stolen Vitality and Lifespan back to him.
Because of this Ability of the Yin Yellow Bell, the Vitality he consumed when using his Clock Dream Eye could be replenished.
The two formed a virtuous cycle.
Divine Techniques were like water to a fire for ordinary Dream Eyes.
But an initial Dream Eye was a truly high-temperature, raging fire.
If the temperature was high enough, even water could be boiled away.
It wasn’t that Divine Techniques couldn’t suppress Dream Eyes; it was just that the power of an initial Dream Eye was too immense.
"I’d heard before that Captain Wei had handled several tough Nightmare incidents. Seeing him now, he’s truly incredible!"
Seeing this, a nearby Dream Master couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief and offer the compliment.
Hearing this, the others also chimed in with agreement.
It was simply that the methods of these Sun God Sect followers were too bizarre.
When they used their so-called Divine Techniques, the light they emitted could seal off all Nightmare Power and even completely suppress a Dream Eye itself.
It could turn a Dream Master into an ordinary person in an instant.
They could even become immune to ordinary gunfire.
If Wei Fan hadn’t been here today, they feared they would have all fallen.
As for these compliments,
Wei Fan paid them no mind.
Right now, he was staring at the members of the Sun God Sect enveloped by the Yin Yellow Bell.
His expression was grave.
According to the Yin Yellow Bell’s Vitality-draining speed, a normal person—even an infant—would be aged to death in about fifteen seconds at most.
But nearly half a minute had passed, and these people before him had only shown slight signs of aging.
He understood. ’There can only be two reasons for this: either draining their Lifespan is more difficult than with ordinary people, or their Lifespans are simply far longer.’
He frowned slightly.
’Just what in the world is this Sun God Sect?’
’Perfect. I’ll leave a few of them alive and see if I can get some useful information.’
Just then,
Wei Fan suddenly realized something was wrong.
He noticed the looks of panic on their faces had vanished, replaced by expressions of fervent reverence as they looked at him—no, more accurately, they were looking at the space beside him.
The next second.
"Insolent! How dare you harm my master’s followers! You court death!"
An indifferent voice suddenly rang out.
The voice was very close, no more than three meters away from him.
He looked up to see a figure in a pale gold robe appear before him. A halo like a solar corona materialized behind him, making him seem as if the Sun God himself had descended, exuding an air of sacred, unparalleled nobility as he looked over with an apathetic expression.
The moment their eyes met, Wei Fan’s expression changed, and every hair on his body seemed to stand on end.
Because Dream Masters are subject to the Erosion of their Dream Eyes, the stronger they become, the deeper the Erosion—a fact that is unavoidable.
This also causes a powerful Dream Master’s emotions—like fear, happiness, and so on—to grow increasingly faint.
Even if something terrifying were to suddenly appear before them, they wouldn’t feel fear like an ordinary person.
But now, he felt an indescribable terror.
’I could die at any second.’
A soul-deep tremor was relentlessly crushing his nerves.
Without time to think,
his figure abruptly retreated.
At the same time,
the phantom of the Yin Yellow Bell around him almost solidified, protecting his entire body.
Immediately after,
Wei Fan focused his will.
A huge, ten-meter-long, emaciated black arm shot out from behind him, reaching for Hu Qi.