What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?!

At the foot of Zhenmo Mountain.

Ye Yu and the others arrived at the location as per the information provided by Luo Ze. They successfully found a large stone tablet on the northern side.

The tablet, weathered by the passage of time, had inscriptions that were now completely illegible.

Yun Roumu stepped forward slowly, placing her hand on the stone tablet and chanting an incantation.

The stone tablet glowed brightly, slowly sinking into the ground, revealing an entrance that was not very spacious.

The moment it appeared, the sky, which had been relatively clear, suddenly turned overcast.

The daylight dimmed instantly, and a faint wailing sound came from the entrance.

Such a scene would give anyone a chilling feeling.

Flying Cloud Pavilion’s Saint, Liu Ge, was slender and always carried a cold and aloof demeanor.

He took the initiative to approach the entrance and said in a deep voice, “Let me go ahead and scout the path for everyone.”

With that, he strode into the entrance.

Flying Cloud Pavilion’s Saintess, Yuan Mingjing, followed closely behind.

Seeing this, the Saints and Saintesses of Qiling Valley and Xiaoyao Palace also refused to lag behind, entering one after another.

However, Tianxu Mountain’s Saint, Zhou Qifan, did not compete for the path.

Instead, he approached Ye Yu and said quietly, “I’ve long heard of Azure Cloud Sect’s Saint Ye Yu. It’s a pleasure to meet you today.”

“Tianxu Mountain and Azure Cloud Sect have been friendly for generations. We should get together more when we have time. After this is over, let’s have a drink together!”

As he spoke, Zhou Qifan mimicked a drinking gesture with a bold and hearty flair.

Ye Yu didn’t mind this sociable approach and responded with a smile.

Zhou Qifan and the Saintess of Tianxu Mountain, Zeng Ling, didn’t linger long and headed straight into the entrance.

In the blink of an eye, only Ye Yu and Yun Roumu were left outside the entrance.

This made Ye Yu feel quite uneasy.

He immediately said, “What’s with these people? I have the Heavenly Thunder Destruction Talisman. Why are they so eager to go in?”

Yun Roumu explained, “It is said that the demon lord Lin Fengyuan possesses a treasure. It is with this treasure that he has established his fearsome reputation.”

“Some speculate it is a semi-immortal artifact, others believe it’s a supreme technique. But no one knows exactly what this treasure is.”

“These Saints and Saintesses are likely trying to take advantage of the sealing power while Lin Fengyuan is immobilized, hoping to loot his treasures.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Yu couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“Such courage? Doing this is like pulling teeth from a tiger!”

“There’s no choice. A good spiritual artifact or technique can change a cultivator’s life. To seek the Dao and laugh in the end, one must risk their life!”

Yun Roumu’s tone was full of sighs.

Ye Yu was momentarily stunned.

Although this talk sounded harsh, it was the reality of the situation. A good technique or spiritual artifact could change a person’s life.

Moreover, in the cultivation world, which truly valuable resources weren’t fought for?

The reason Ye Yu initially couldn’t quite understand their actions was because everything had been too smooth for him!

Spiritual artifacts, techniques—whatever he wanted, he had it all. As long as he diligently ran the dream simulations, anything could be materialized—it was just a matter of time.

But for them, if they wanted something, they had to fight for it!

Ye Yu’s gaze became resolute.

Perhaps the treasure on Lin Fengyuan was the opportunity that Hongluan mentioned.

If that’s the case, he naturally had to fight for it too!

So, Ye Yu and Yun Roumu strode forward.

Once they entered the passage, Ye Yu finally saw the true nature of the mountain.

The entire mountain body had been thoroughly hollowed out. Looking around, the walls were covered with countless talismans.

Even after tens of thousands of years, the talismans still emitted a faint glow.

Looking down, the abyss seemed bottomless.

The other saints and saintesses were descending slowly. Ye Yu and Yun Roumu naturally followed suit.

The depth was immense. After descending nearly a thousand meters, they finally reached the bottom.

Upon landing, Ye Yu couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

A massive ice coffin stood upright, and inside was a young man wearing a red mask and a daoist robe. He appeared silent and motionless, as if in a deep slumber.

The outer layer of the ice coffin was bound by countless golden chains.

Upon closer inspection, one could even see that these golden chains moved as if they were alive, flowing slowly.

In addition, at every corner of the space, there stood a towering statue of a divine beast, seemingly guarding the area.

So, this was the true scene of the demon being sealed for thirty thousand years? Truly spectacular.

Flying Cloud Pavilion’s Saint , Liu Ge, stepped forward again, but was stopped by Qiling Valley’s Saint, Lu Anqing.

“Fellow Daoist, what are you planning to do? That is a demon. I advise you to be cautious and not get too close.”

Liu Ge’s expression was icy as he said, “Thirty thousand years ago, the demon Lin Fengyuan stole a treasure from my Flying Cloud Pavilion. Before killing him, I need to retrieve that treasure.”

“Anyone who tries to stop me will die!”

As soon as his words fell, Flying Cloud Pavilion’s Saintess, Yuan Mingjing, suddenly appeared beside Liu Ge.

Although she did not speak, her sword already spoke volumes.

Xiaoyao Palace’s Saint, Qi Huan, laughed loudly, “What a convenient excuse. I want to use that excuse too.”

“Thirty thousand years ago, the demon clearly stole a treasure from my Xiaoyao Palace. So, I advise all of you not to compete with me.”

Lu Anqing’s expression was one of amusement.

His gaze shifted between Liu Ge and Qi Huan before he said in a deep voice, “The treasure on the demon Lin Fengyuan is something our Qiling Valley is determined to obtain. So, I suggest you don’t waste your efforts. Otherwise, dying here would be quite the loss, wouldn’t it?”

At this moment, outside the ice coffin, Flying Cloud Pavilion, Qiling Valley, and Xiaoyao Palace were at a stalemate, all vying for the treasure on Lin Fengyuan.

Meanwhile, the people from Azure Cloud Sect and Tianxu Mountain remained unmoved, standing still.

Zhou Qifan, with a smiling face, looked at Ye Yu. He used sound transmission to ask, “Fellow Daoist, don’t you want to join the excitement?”

Ye Yu responded calmly, “Joining the excitement now is not the right time. The true winner always acts last. Aren’t you waiting too?”

Hearing this, Zhou Qifan’s smile grew even wider.

Ye Yu, on the other hand, focused all his attention on the ice coffin.

Everyone was talking about treasures, treasures. But what the treasure actually was, no one knew.

In the absence of certainty, Ye Yu had no intention of rushing in blindly. Waiting for the right moment was the most prudent choice.

“Crack!”

A small sound suddenly echoed.

Everyone present, with their considerable cultivation levels, heard it clearly and instinctively looked around, trying to determine where the sound came from.

But Ye Yu’s expression changed greatly, and he took a step back.

He clearly saw Lin Fengyuan inside the ice coffin opened his eyes.

The next moment, the statues of the four divine beasts shattered, and the golden chains snapped one by one.

The ice coffin was covered in countless cracks.