Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye. Ye Shubai and Ouyang Yanyu's natal swords have been upgraded. Next is Lin Shuangluo's Wanjun. Ye Sisi's is relatively more complicated, so it was left for last.

After all, Wuhen's grade is already at the level of a sacred artifact, while Ouyang Yanyu and the others are spiritual treasures. Apart from Ye Shubai's Night Wanderer, which by chance acquired a complete sword spirit and jumped to the level of a sacred artifact, Ouyang Yanyu's Red Robe and Lin Shuangluo's Ten Thousand Jun Sword Spirit are still only in their infancy. Even if they use rare and precious materials to reinforce the sword body, they can still only be considered spiritual treasures, but they are still the top level of spiritual treasures.

Apart from Lin Shuangluo, who was squatting next to the Fire Dragon True Monarch and gazing longingly at her natal sword, the other three went to the main peak of the Divine Dao Sect. Even if they didn't participate in the Dao Discussion Conference, it would be nice to see it from afar.

Ye Sisi was actually very curious about what the Daoist Conference was like.

In her mind, discussing the Dao meant fighting and sparring. After all, sword cultivators are like sword masters; with a sword in hand, they feel invincible. They are always straightforward and honest. It wouldn't be a group of people sitting together and chatting about their new insights into cultivation, would it? That would be too boring.

Baili Zhuoran arranged for the three of them to sit next to him in a spacious room.

There was no ring, no crowds, and the room contained only ten chairs and a table.

This left Ye Sisi somewhat bewildered. It was said to be a conference for the younger generation of the Spirit Realm, and there were countless sects and families in the Holy Spirit Domain alone. How could there only be ten people?

Then she learned a lot.

The wooden table, which was originally empty, was now filled with fruits, snacks, and various kinds of wines and spirits.

Then the space in front of them seemed to be divided in two, one side still where they were sitting, and the other side was shrouded in mist.

Ye Sisi asked curiously, "Is this the legendary dream space?"

Baili Zhuoran nodded: "It's not perfect yet. For now, it can only cover the area of ​​the Divine Path Sect. If it reaches the Mahayana stage, it's not impossible to cover the entire Spirit Realm."

Ye Sisi nodded, her heart filled with shock. Indeed, there are many extraordinary people and events in the world.

This dreamlike space can be entered simply by releasing a wisp of divine consciousness. It is said that everything seen and heard inside is incredibly real, and even fighting inside is no different from fighting outside.

However, if someone dies inside, their divine consciousness will also be damaged. Of course, that level of damage is something everyone can withstand; otherwise, the Divine Path Sect wouldn't dare to entertain so many people.

"Fellow Daoists, I'll go in first to meet some friends. You can make yourselves at home. If you don't want to go in, you can use your divine sense to observe everything inside without any impact on your divine sense."

Ye Sisi and the others nodded, and then they saw Baili Zhuoran close his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ye Sisi exclaimed, "Isn't this just like building a virtual world? If what you see and hear is really no different from the outside world, wouldn't it mean that sect disciples can just close their eyes and go on training in the future? Even if they die, it won't matter. It feels like it's even more high-tech than high technology."

Ouyang Yanyu and Ye Shubai nodded. They had also read the storybooks written by Zhao Anran and Ye Sisi, so they were very familiar with these modern terms.

Ye Shubai said, "Although it can reduce the casualties among disciples, they already know that everything is fake, so they will inevitably lose some of their awe. It can increase combat experience, but it is far from enough for real training."

Just then, several more people walked in; judging by their attire, they were from the Divine Path Sect and the Nine Nether Gate.

There were exactly six people, and all ten chairs were filled.

The group nodded slightly; after all, they weren't familiar with each other, and a nod was always a safe bet.

Ye Sisi had a pretty good impression of the Nine Nether Sect. She had encountered a cocky brat who dared to call her a country bumpkin. She taught him a lesson, but to her surprise, the young man leading the group didn't hold a grudge. It was quite unexpected, as it was rare to see people from a major sect being so reasonable.

Actually, the atmosphere in the spirit world is quite good. Perhaps it's because of the existence of the Demon-Subduing Land that there are fewer grudges and disputes, and even fewer evil cultivators causing trouble. When you go out, as long as you don't intentionally seek death, you generally won't die, because there's no need for it. Wouldn't it be better to die on the battlefield in the future? So everyone is quite restrained.

Take that Poisonous Woman from last time, for example. The Good People's Gang members were thinking of throwing her onto the battlefield to atone for their sins. They just didn't expect her to die at the hands of Ye Sisi, who was only at the Nascent Soul stage. However, such a troublemaker is dead, and no one will feel sorry for her.

After they sat down, they all closed their eyes and entered the alternate dream space, either to discuss philosophy with others or to fight with them.

Ye Sisi looked at her senior brothers and sisters for answers.

Ye Shubai said, "I'm not interested, and I don't know anyone there."

Ouyang Yanyu said, "I'll go in and take a look."

Just as Ye Sisi was about to nod and say she would go take a look, a voice she really didn't want to hear rang in her mind.

"I advise you not to go in. If you don't control this low-level dream world prototype well, it will collapse. Everyone will be severely injured, especially the few people who are supporting this dream world prototype. They may even be completely destroyed."

Ye Sisi took a deep breath and said to Ouyang Yanyu, "Second Senior Sister, don't go in yet."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and asked, "Who exactly are you? Or to put it another way, who am I?"

The still clear and childlike female voice seemed to yawn as she lazily said, "My name is Wuyou, which is also your original name. It doesn't sound good, right? I think so too. It was Gaozhen who gave it to us, saying something like 'no worries while sleeping soundly.' As for the rest, don't ask. I won't tell you even if you do."

Ye Sisi took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to become you. How about we make a deal?"

The self-proclaimed carefree female voice sneered, "Heh, do you think that's possible?"

Ye Sisi sneered in return: "Didn't you say it yourself? It's us. So in a sense, we're not the same person. And stop with your sarcastic remarks. Believe me, if you piss me off, I'll take you with me to death."

After a long silence, Ye Sisi said calmly, "At least don't disturb my peace of mind before I ascend. Otherwise, I don't mind if we perish together. Since you've been inside my body all this time, you should know that I'm not joking with you."

Without receiving any response, Ye Sisi did not speak again.

Ye Shubai stared intently at Ye Sisi, whose eyes were tightly closed. He had already guessed why Ye Sisi's face had suddenly turned ashen; it must be that mysterious being speaking again.

Ouyang Yanyu sat up straight, her eyes filled with worry.

A moment later, Ye Sisi opened her eyes and said, "Second Senior Sister, Fourth Senior Brother, I want to go back."

The two nodded, left Baili Zhuoran a jade slip as an apology, and then returned together to the small courtyard where they lived.

Seeing that her fourth senior brother seemed hesitant to speak, Ye Sisi said, "It's nothing, I'm just suddenly in a bad mood."

Ye Shubai didn't ask any further questions, and nodded, saying, "Remember to call us if you need anything."

Ye Sisi nodded and went back to her room alone.