What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

Before Heng Xuanzhen could even figure out what "keep it up" meant—

A ghostly tower phantom with an ancient design suddenly descended and completely suppressed her!

The wails of countless spirits echoed endlessly, causing an inexplicable sense of fear to rise in one’s heart.

Seeing it so close, Ye Yu instinctively retreated rapidly, pulling away to create a safe distance.

But to his surprise—

For every ten feet he stepped back, the ghost tower doubled in size.

It followed him relentlessly.

Continuing to retreat like this was not a solution. Just as he was about to counterattack instinctively, the ghost tower suddenly stopped growing.

Ye Yu let out a breath of relief.

But immediately afterward, Sang Yuling’s cold voice rang out from the sky.

"From the memories of my useless disciple, I discovered something interesting. You seem able to temporarily sever the Divine Clan’s connection to the divine power within their bodies?

Tell me—how did you do it?

Perhaps if I am pleased, I might let you... live for one more stick of incense."

Hearing this, Ye Yu’s face instantly darkened, and he looked at Sang Yuling as if she were an idiot.

You cannot even draw a proper promise?

Live one more stick of incense?

Do you think I care about that little bit of charity?

No—wait. Do you think I do not even qualify for you to make a promise worth hearing?

At that thought, Ye Yu’s already foul mood worsened.

"Then you had better not be pleased."

With that, his figure transformed into a streak of light and shot toward Sang Yuling in the air!

Seeing this, a trace of amusement flashed across her face.

Trying to use the same method that worked on Sun Rumiao against her?

How naive.

Sun Rumiao is Sun Rumiao. Sang Yuling is Sang Yuling.

I am a dignified Divine Monarch Realm expert. How could I possibly be injured by you?

So what if you can temporarily sever divine power? Then I will kill you before you have the chance.

Sang Yuling clasped one hand behind her back and thrust her palm forward—

But suddenly froze in place.

Because Ye Yu’s attack had never been sincere.

He had only flown halfway before instantly turning back.

And now, a long blade had appeared in his hand.

If Elder Ge were present, he would immediately recognize it.

It was the high-grade divine artifact that had been stored in the Storage Ring all along—

Soul Sever.

Although the artifact spirit of Soul Sever was still asleep,

That did not diminish its inherent power as a high-grade divine artifact.

Ye Yu rose above the ghost tower and brought the blade down in a single strike!

In an instant, countless wandering souls were devoured completely by Soul Sever, and the ghost tower phantom was cleaved cleanly in two.

It had to be said—

Soul Sever possessed an innate restraint against ghostly entities.

It was perfect for breaking the situation.

Ye Yu had already understood one thing clearly—

Against Sang Yuling, his strength alone would never be enough.

He needed an ally.

And Heng Xuanzhen was the perfect candidate.

The reason was simple.

At this moment, in the entire Great Desolation Valley, only three living gods remained.

Other than Heng Xuanzhen, there was no one else to turn to.

Freed from the ghost tower’s suppression, Heng Xuanzhen quickly shot upward from below.

She looked at Ye Yu with a complicated expression.

In this illusory world—

Would even an inner demon save someone?

That thought was swiftly cast away.

Save someone?

The inner demon must be trying to make her feel grateful, make her believe this was the real Ye Yu, and cause her to sink completely into this illusion.

Heh. Quite the elaborate scheme.

Heng Xuanzhen shook her head slightly, her gaze toward Ye Yu turning cold once more.

The rollercoaster change left Ye Yu baffled.

No, what exactly are you trying to do?

One moment it looks like you want to thank me, the next it seems like you want to kill me.

What exactly is going on?

I truly cannot guess!

"You do not actually think this woman can still defeat me, do you?

How ridiculous."

As soon as Sang Yuling finished speaking, her figure abruptly appeared before both Ye Yu and Heng Xuanzhen.

Heng Xuanzhen flicked her wrist. Boundless sword intent around her condensed into countless sword shadows, which shot toward Sang Yuling.

Sang Yuling formed a hand seal with one hand. Though she blocked all the sword shadows, her figure was still forced back several meters.

The two began fighting once more.

Ye Yu lightly tapped the ground with his toes and retreated a hundred meters, watching intently.

He was waiting for an opportunity to assist Heng Xuanzhen in killing Sang Yuling.

He had already seen it clearly.

If this Great Elder of Great Desolation Valley was not killed, he would never leave today.

Hm?

Wait—what did he just step on?

It felt soft.

Turning his head, he saw that at some point, Sang Yuling had already appeared behind him.

Ye Yu stared in disbelief, then looked forward again.

Wait—that cannot be right.

Were not Heng Xuanzhen and Sang Yuling fighting fiercely just now?

Then what exactly was the one behind him?

"Enough staring. It is merely a simple clone technique. Is it really that rare?"

Sang Yuling’s voice was filled with amusement.

Ye Yu’s face, however, was full of bitter resignation.

Clone techniques were not rare.

Even mortal cultivators could perform them.

His shock was not from never having seen such a technique—

But from refusing to accept the miserable outcome.

After all—

Any ordinary technique, once elevated into a divine art, became terrifyingly powerful.

In the mortal realm, clone techniques had form but lacked substance.

Most were illusions—empty shells.

If a clone possessed even one percent of the original’s strength, that was already impressive.

In the Celestial World, clone techniques were different.

They possessed both form and substance.

At worst, they retained more than half of the original’s power.

That was an immortal technique.

As for the God Realm—

Clone techniques were divine arts.

An enhanced version of having both form and substance.

Even if the clone did not possess the original’s full strength, it would be nearly the same.

So when Sang Yuling appeared behind him—

Ye Yu’s heart had already gone cold.

But surrender was not in his nature.

Even if he had to die, he would break two of the enemy’s teeth first.

With a sudden burst of strength, Ye Yu stomped down with all his might!

"Ah!!!"

Sang Yuling screamed in pain.

It was indeed her clone.

But to strengthen it, she had infused a portion of her divine soul into it.

Pain transmitted naturally.

Sang Yuling lowered her head—

Only to see her right foot flattened and deformed like a duck’s webbed foot.

A comical, humiliating sight.

"You bastard! You deserve to die!"

Sang Yuling clasped her hands together and attacked in fury.

In an instant, wind and clouds churned. Countless pitch-black ghostly hands burst from the ground and seized Ye Yu’s legs, temporarily immobilizing him.

The next second, a jade-green ghost blade descended from the sky and shot toward Ye Yu—

Clearly intending to slice him open from chest to abdomen.

Ye Yu’s heart sank heavily.

He struggled desperately, but the ghostly hands below continued to crawl upward, covering half his body.

He could not move an inch.

He could only watch helplessly as the ghost blade drew closer.

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