The Dream Realm is another vast world created by the Dream God, which feeds on all the memory orbs that enter the Dream Realm.

He can make any soul that enters the dream world unleash its innate spiritual power.

They can fly and escape into the earth, reverse the universe, and dominate their own dream world. They can even travel through the past and the future. However, most mortals have not cultivated and used their spiritual power in the correct way. If they are not careful, they will be entangled by the Nightmare Gu and die from exhausting their essence and spiritual power.

Ordinary souls can only develop their maximum spiritual power through their own willpower when their spiritual strength is profound.

What I can't see in the human world, I can see in the dream world.

I looked in the direction Ranmo pointed, and sure enough, there was a person with a full head of white hair, disheveled and hanging over his shoulders. The disheveled white hair obscured his face, making it impossible for me to see what he looked like. I saw him sitting blankly under the old plum tree that was about to wither and die, exuding a sense of vicissitude and lonely desolation.

I used to suspect that Ranmo might be the Ranmo that Wenheng had bound to me with a blood pact, and that Wenheng was nurturing his spirit. But later I realized that Ranmo was actually Wenheng's revenge for making me toil and suffer for a living all my life.

Today I was still joking that this ghost was destined to disappear and die, but when I learned that it was a wisp of ink-stained soul...

For some reason, when I saw this lonely, weathered man with a full head of white hair standing under this plum tree, I felt a vague unease and heartache in my heart.

The heart was beating uncontrollably.

"If he follows my Soul Fusion Technique to come to the Dream Realm and reunite with me, he will not suffer the pain of his spiritual power dissipating and being imprisoned by the array every day. However, he refuses to reunite with me. I can sense that he has an unresolved obsession in his heart. This technique can travel through time and understand what is troubling him."

A ray of light touched my forehead between Ranmo's fingers, and a mental cultivation incantation appeared in my mind. I couldn't see Ranmo's eyes, but I could feel the warmth that his trembling fingertips exuded, a warmth I had never felt before.

I could also sense his excitement at the prospect of learning his true identity and his unwavering commitment to all his expectations of me.

I didn't reply to him, but just nodded firmly at him.

I walked slowly to the person under the plum tree, wanting to confirm what I had guessed.

With each step I took closer, my heart began to pound with tension and pain. When I was completely close to him and knelt down...

When he gently brushed aside the gray hair on his forehead to reveal that familiar face

My hands and body began to tremble uncontrollably as I touched his face, and I called out in a slightly hoarse voice, "Zhou Lang..."

But that gentle, jade-like face and clear, bright eyes that I remembered are now withered and bloodless, and the eyes are filled with the haze of old age.

"Zhou Lang... Zhou Lang... Zhou Lang..."

At this moment, I was sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face. It felt as if a thousand blades were tearing my heart apart, slice by slice.

I held Zhou Lang tightly in my arms, my heart aching, and kept whispering his name in his ear.

But because he had lost all five senses, no matter how I called him, he could not hear me, see me, or even feel my presence.

Those misty, hazy eyes seemed to be gazing into the distance, as if trying to see clearly into the distance. He sat there motionless, his legs buried in the soil, connected to the roots of the old plum tree.

Holding him in my arms, I silently recited the mental technique Ranmo had taught me, the one that allowed me to see his past. My body was then enveloped in a vortex array, and after a long while, I finally saw a ray of light before my eyes...

The scene changes.

I returned to the Western Mountain from over seven hundred years ago, and to the village called Western Mountain Village.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yu was lying on the ground, glaring angrily at the villagers who had tied him up and put him in the pig cage. His eyes were filled with tears, his fists clenched, and he was hunched over, trying to move his body even a fraction.

However, with every inch he moved, blood began to gush from his chest, nose, eyes, and ears, leaving a long, conspicuous, and horrifying trail of blood behind him.

Perhaps due to his emotional fluctuations, Wen Heng's consciousness, which was being nurtured within the Mountain God Seal, was also summoned back into Zhou Lang's body from that flower.

However, due to drinking my blood medicine, the spiritual energy in his body had been forcibly dissipated to almost nothing.

Although Wen Heng's consciousness had fully returned, he no longer had any spiritual power to support him.

However, as long as he adjusts his internal energy on the spot and rests for three days and two nights, he still has a chance to recover to his original state.

Surprisingly, Wen Heng didn't sit down to meditate and regulate his breathing. Instead, he staggered and recklessly followed my trail, eventually finding the alley where I had been thrown in.

"Hey, hey, hey, Wen Heng, aren't you the one who hates me the most? Why don't you sit down and meditate to regulate your breathing?"

I was very anxious to stop him, but he walked right through my body and couldn't hear a word I said.

When he found me at the lake shore, he could no longer hold on and coughed up blood, collapsing to the ground.

When he looked up and saw my spiritual power and soul, which had begun to transform into starlight and spread outwards from the bottom of the lake.

Wen Heng struggled to his feet and, without hesitation, flew to the center of the lake, setting up an array and activating the last of his spiritual power.

"Wen Heng, are you insane? If you continue to use your magic power, you will rupture all your meridians and lose all your spiritual energy, and die. Don't you know that?"

I stood on the riverbank, screaming desperately to stop him from doing something foolish again, but I was like a gust of wind that missed its target. He couldn't hear me, see me, or feel my presence.

He used his magic to reassemble my soul and then sent it back into my body in the lake.

When he saw me swimming upwards with my eyes open in the lake, he finally smiled with satisfaction.

Immediately, he lost his balance and fell into the lake with a "thud!"

"You big idiot!" I choked out, powerless.

I remember when I pulled Zhou Lang out of the lake, the wooden flower with our portraits on it that Zhou Lang wore around his neck floated away with the water. I was in such a hurry to save Zhou Lang that I didn't have the mind to chase after the flower.

But I saw Zhou Lang's soul and spirit leave his body, and drift away with the fallen leaves on the lake...

Once the earth spirit leaves the body, the other souls and consciousnesses also scatter from Zhou Lang's body one after another...