What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

At the sight of this scene, every god of Great Wilderness Valley froze in place.

In that instant, they finally understood why the woman before them was called the Daughter of Destiny.

With such power—if she was not destiny’s chosen, then who was?

Even Sun Rumiao could not help widening her eyes.

Her mind replayed the scene from two days ago.

At that time, they had found Heng Xuanzhen and moved to capture her.

When the Trapped Divine Dragon Array rose into the air,

Heng Xuanzhen had not resisted at all. She had surrendered immediately.

Sun Rumiao had subconsciously assumed she feared their strength and wisely chose not to fight.

But now it was clear that was impossible.

If Heng Xuanzhen had displayed such terrifying power back then, let alone capturing her—they might not even have survived.

If that was the case, why had she surrendered?

And why had she tried to kill Ye Yu?

Was he not here to save her?

What exactly was going on—

Wait.

No.

Ye Yu was not dead.

As the smoke dispersed, a colossal golden avatar of Ye Yu stood before everyone.

The next moment, the golden form dissipated.

Ye Yu stood there completely unharmed.

No one could believe that under such terrifying sword intent, a Great God Realm cultivator could still survive.

It defied all logic.

Heng Xuanzhen also stared at the divine sword in her hand in disbelief.

She even began to suspect the sword itself.

How could he possibly still be alive?

"Have you lost your mind? Were you really trying to kill me?"

Ye Yu’s head felt numb.

From the power of that strike, it was obvious Heng Xuanzhen had truly meant to kill him.

There had been no restraint whatsoever.

If not for his One-Breath Golden Body, he might have died under her sword.

Be reasonable.

He had encountered many dream companions in reality before. Emotional reactions were nothing new.

But someone trying to kill him outright?

That was a first.

Ye Yu seriously suspected that Heng Xuanzhen had gone insane.

Wait.

There was another possibility.

Deviation.

Yes—those who suffered deviation became bloodthirsty and unable to distinguish friend from foe.

With that thought, Ye Yu stepped forward and studied her eyes carefully.

They were not blood-red.

There was no violent aura around her.

This did not resemble deviation.

Facing Ye Yu at such close distance, Heng Xuanzhen released her grip. The divine sword floated horizontally before her.

"That’s right. I wanted to kill you. If one strike isn’t enough, then two. If two aren’t enough, then three. Eventually, you will die.

In this illusory world, some people are destined to die."

Her voice overflowed with killing intent.

Yes.

Even now, she believed she had completely succumbed to deviation and entered an illusory world.

After experiencing those dreamlike events,

she had concluded that nothing mattered anymore.

In recent days, she had lived like a walking corpse.

She had even contemplated ending everything.

Ending this lifeless, hopeless existence.

That was why, when Great Wilderness Valley surrounded her, she had chosen to surrender.

But she absolutely would not tolerate being toyed with by her inner demon.

How could it be such a coincidence?

Just as she was about to be sacrificed, a god who looked exactly like Ye Yu appeared.

To take her away?

Was the illusory world truly this absurd?

Even when she wanted to die, it denied her that choice?

No.

More accurately, her inner demon had not finished playing.

It intended to impersonate Ye Yu and continue manipulating her feelings.

She would never allow that.

That was why her strike had been so resolute.

And every strike to come would be just as unwavering.

Her sword intent surged.

Centered on Heng Xuanzhen, a violent gale erupted.

Robes snapped loudly in the wind.

The aura shot into the heavens, slicing through the black mist and allowing a ray of sunlight to descend.

Only then did some notice—

the darkness was not night.

It was the sacrificial array.

But it seemed the ritual could not proceed. Survival came first.

Some of the more perceptive gods of Great Wilderness Valley had already begun retreating quietly.

They understood that stepping even a little closer meant a greater risk of death.

Better to move back.

Sun Rumiao’s face darkened.

She immediately performed a divination with one hand.

The auspicious hour had arrived.

There could be no further delay.

Otherwise, nearly a million years of preparation would be wasted.

Her figure flashed.

She appeared at the entrance of the hall and knelt decisively, speaking loudly:

"Reporting to the Elder, the auspicious hour has arrived. All under heaven is blessed. I humbly request permission to begin the ritual!"

Ye Yu’s expression turned strange.

He could not help glancing toward the hall.

Was this woman mentally unstable?

Immersed too deeply in her act—perhaps even gods could go mad.

Yet the next moment, a cold female voice echoed from within the hall.

"Approved."

As that voice resounded,

the sunlight vanished completely.

The sky was once again covered in black mist.

Moreover, the mist seemed infused with new power, roiling violently.

A terrifying, oppressive aura spread rapidly.

Heng Xuanzhen could clearly feel her sword intent suppressed.

She looked up at the sky.

Ye Yu, meanwhile, shifted his gaze to Zhao Qian, whose face had turned deathly pale.

What was this?

Had he not said the three elders were dead?

Was Zhao Qian lying?

Or was this yet another act by Sun Rumiao—mimicking the elder’s voice from within the hall?

What Ye Yu did not know was that Zhao Qian was even more shocked than he was.

As a high-ranking god of Great Wilderness Valley,

most matters of the Divine Alliance were decided jointly by Sun Rumiao and Zhao Qian.

Thus, Zhao Qian was fully aware of many internal secrets.

Including the death of the three elders.

He had known long ago.

Sun Rumiao had admitted it herself.

They had concealed the news to prevent the hearts of Great Wilderness Valley from scattering.

All along, Sun Rumiao had been manufacturing signs that the elders were still alive.

But what was that voice just now?

It was the First Elder’s voice.

And that faint aura within the hall—it belonged to the First Elder.

Sun Rumiao, what is going on?

Why do I understand less and less?

Under everyone’s gaze, Sun Rumiao slowly rose and stood alone at the entrance of the hall.

Her hands formed Dao seals. Her expression was solemn.

"By the First Elder’s command, the ritual begins!"

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