Chapter 3144: Dream Dao vs. Dream Dao

Meng Mo finished speaking and stepped forward.

What could be said? After getting beaten, she needed to find someone weaker to vent her anger and salvage some pitiful dignity, and Yao Chi was her defined target as the weak one.

Boom!

The Zhun Huang Di's stride was extremely heavy, each step causing the void to collapse. Her pristine jade hand gleamed crystal-clear, enveloping the starry sky with an aura of dominance.

"Meng Mo."

Ji Ning Shuang murmured softly. She had never met Meng Mo before, but on her previous visit to this universe, she had heard of Meng Mo's name. Meng Mo also cultivated the Meng Dao, and in terms of combat power, she ranked highly in this universe.

As she spoke, Meng Mo's massive hand descended.

The Dong Huang Female Emperor would not stand there and take the hit. She used Meng Dun to escape into a dream, then instantly emerged from it, reappearing in another star domain. Her entire body was shrouded in immortal haze, her snow-white hair flowing strand by strand, each one infused with elegance. If Meng Mo seemed dreamlike and illusory, Ji Ning Shuang was even more so.

Ye Chen's words were not false; in terms of cultivation level, Yao Chi was not inferior to Meng Mo, but when it came to comprehending the Meng Dao, Ji Ning Shuang had indeed advanced further.

Although Meng Mo was a Zhun Huang and cultivated the Meng Dao, she could not freely traverse between the immortal and divine realms. In contrast, Ji Ning Shuang could use dreams to return through the ages and cross between two universes.

That was the difference.

To put it in perspective, the barrier between the immortal and divine realms was not on the same level as that between universes. Since Ji Ning Shuang could cross two universes, she could also cross between the immortal and divine realms, provided she had been to the Shen Jie before or left a trace there.

"You've underestimated me."

Meng Mo did not capture Ji Ning Shuang immediately and let out a faint smile. Far from being angry, her beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement. The deeper Yao Chi's comprehension of dreams, the more thrilled she became. If she could capture her, it would surely uncover a great opportunity, perhaps even a heaven-defying fortune.

"Something's off."

As she smiled, her beautiful eyes narrowed into slits, fixed intently on the Dong Huang Female Emperor.

"You're not from this universe."

That was why she was a Zhun Huang-level supreme—her insight was sharp, allowing her to see through Yao Chi's secrets in an instant. She realized Yao Chi came from the same universe as Ye Chen, as their life sources were strikingly similar and did not belong to this one. Realizing this, a surge of fury ignited in her. Her previously sly smile turned ferocious in an instant, directing all the resentment and hatred she had for Ye Chen toward Ji Ning Shuang. She might accept being unable to beat Ye Chen, but this young woman—she was determined to kill her, using her blood to quench her rage.

"They come from the same universe."

The three supreme beings who had escaped the net also saw it, their expressions turning as ferocious as Meng Mo's. Among them, the purple-haired supreme even licked his scarlet tongue, his eyes filled with lewd intent. Supremes appreciated beauty, especially one as extraordinary as this peerless female emperor.

Boom! Rumble!

The starry sky, quiet for so long, erupted into chaos again, with void lightning and thunder flashing, all due to the overwhelming pressure from the supremes. Terrifying killing intent and murderous aura surged wildly.

"Senior, have I offended you?"

Ji Ning Shuang spoke calmly, unfazed by the gods' momentum, her expression serene from start to finish.

"Do you know Ye Chen?"

Meng Mo snarled with a grin, advancing through the air with graceful steps, though each one landed heavily, making the starry sky rumble.

Yao Chi remained silent, her delicate brows furring slightly.

"He has provoked the wrong people."

The purple-haired supreme's grin was the most savage, already brandishing a blood-colored divine blade, blocking the eastern vastness. The black-robed supreme and red-eyed supreme also swept in with killing intent, positioning themselves in the north and south. Together with Meng Mo, they formed a pincer attack, trapping the Dong Huang Female Emperor in that patch of starry sky. For the sake of capturing Yao Chi, they had no intention of returning to the Shen Jie.

Ji Ning Shuang fell silent. From Meng Mo's tone and the gods' actions, it was clear they had encountered Ye Chen and harbored significant grudges.

Compared to that, what brought her more relief was the confirmation that Ye Chen had been here and was still alive. As for her late arrival, she must have missed many great battles.

"Exterminate!"

The purple-haired supreme sneered and charged, wasting no words as he swung his divine blade. The blade light stretched ten thousand li, radiating overwhelming dominance.

Yao Chi did not even glance at it. She flipped her hand and struck with a palm—her crystal-clear jade hand appeared ordinary but destroyed heaven and earth. The ten-thousand-li blade light looked intimidating, but its power was mediocre, at least in Ji Ning Shuang's eyes.

Pfft!

The purple-haired supreme spat blood and staggered back, shock in his eyes. She seemed to be on the same level as him! His peak strike had been useless.

"Seal!"

The red-eyed supreme roared, summoning a divine artifact—a massive bell as large as a mountain, engraved with ancient divine patterns, its aura alone capable of crushing the immortal dome.

In an instant, Yao Chi was enveloped within it.

But also in an instant, the enormous, heavy bell was pierced by Ji Ning Shuang's palm, creating a huge hole. The red-eyed supreme suffered backlash and vomited blood, sent flying sideways. Before he could steady himself, Ji Ning Shuang was already upon him, her finger of destructive divine light piercing his brow and severely damaging his primordial spirit.

The red-eyed supreme's face changed in horror as he frantically tried to flee, but it was too late. The Dong Huang Emperor Sword had already slashed down, instantly decapitating him, and even his escaping primordial spirit was sent back to the underworld with one strike.

Everything happened in a flash, within three exchanges, and one god had become a ghost of the Forgotten River. Even in death, he felt aggrieved—same level, same cultivation, and he had died so swiftly.

The black-robed supreme and purple-haired supreme shivered to their cores, their eyes on Ji Ning Shuang now filled with fear. Were all from the outer universe this formidable?

"Interesting, truly interesting."

Meng Mo arrived, her laws forming a divine sword that carved out a godly river, splitting the heavens and earth.

Ji Ning Shuang did not dodge, merely waving her jade hand lightly. The crystalline emperor dao immortal light swept through the vast void, erasing the incoming godly river and even forcing Meng Mo to retreat half a step. Her ferocious expression now held an extra hint of surprise.

As she watched, the Dong Huang Female Emperor's body bloomed with immortal splendor, dreamlike and vibrant, with illusory flower petals drifting down from the sky, adorning the shattered starry sky with a beautiful scene.

From her aura, she was clearly not at the Tian Di level but at the Zhun Huang Di level. Mysterious visions unfolded one after another, ancient heavenly sounds turning into enchanting immortal melodies that echoed endlessly through the starry sky.

Indeed, she had hidden her cultivation.

Or perhaps, during her crossing of the universes, she had encountered some minor mishaps, causing her cultivation to temporarily drop upon arrival. Now, it had simply returned to its true state.

If Ye Chen were here, he would be even more astonished—Yao Chi was at the Tian Di level before she left, so how had she reached Zhun Huang Di in such a short time? Was it like activating a god-level hack? Or had she obtained some heaven-defying fortune during their separation?

Boom! Rumble!

The already chaotic starry sky grew even more turbulent because of Yao Chi, as a vast world of all things gradually manifested around her. Every mountain, river, plant, and tree within it was enveloped in dao essence and infused with spirituality. Standing in the world of all things, she was like a female immortal king, her world-shaking divine presence overshadowing all worldly elegance. Even the peerless Zhun Huang-level Meng Mo paled in comparison.

Looking at Meng Mo, her face was no longer a face—the stronger the Dong Huang Female Emperor, the greater her research value, but now, she seemed overwhelmingly powerful.

"It's best to retreat to the Shen Jie quickly."

The black-robed supreme and purple-haired supreme suggested, having been bold before but now cowering without warning. They had no desire to follow the red-eyed supreme's fate—that woman was extraordinarily strong.

Meng Mo said nothing, showing no sign of retreating. She was seething with anger and had a higher cultivation than her opponent—there was no reason to back down.

Could I really not beat her?

It was bad enough that she cultivated the Meng Dao, but she was also more beautiful than me. How infuriating!

Go ahead and fight! We're leaving.

The two gods did not speak, but their actions spoke for them, fleeing one after the other toward the rift in the heavens and earth. They could not stay in the Xian Jie any longer—it was too disgusting. First Ye Chen, now this female supreme, each one stronger than the last. The Shen Jie was safer, their home turf with protection.

They might have wanted to leave, but Ji Ning Shuang would not let them. In a flash, she manifested in the vastness.

You provoked my husband and think you can run?

Ji Ning Shuang said nothing, but her indifferent demeanor perfectly conveyed those words.

Pfft! Pfft!

The blood flowers of the supremes were quite splendid.

The black-robed supreme knelt.

The purple-haired supreme also knelt.

It was fair—one received a palm from Yao Chi, sent flying a million li east and west across the starry sky.

In mid-flight, their supreme divine bodies exploded, leaving only faint primordial spirits, which were then pinned in the starry sky by two law-based immortal swords.

That sight made all witnesses tremble in their hearts—those were gods who once stood high above, but now they seemed as frail as ants. To be precise, it was that female supreme who was terrifying, striking down supremes like swatting children.

"Save us!"

The two supremes wailed, struggling to break free but unable to do so. Not only could they not escape, but the dreadful laws were also destroying their life-bound primordial spirits.

Regret filled them at that moment—they should have stayed put. If they had to return to the Shen Jie, they should have waited until after Meng Mo's battle.

Their cries for help went unanswered by Meng Mo, who had no interest in responding. She had already vanished in a flash, determined to test Yao Chi—they were both supremes, and as the peak one, she refused to believe she could not take down an entry-level opponent.

In short, she was not one to back down easily.

Those from the Zhutian realms loved dealing with the defiant—disbelieve and get beaten until you do.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The supreme-level battle erupted once more. Both were women, both cultivated the Meng Dao, and both were supremes—this fight held significant historical meaning.

However, the onlookers felt like cursing as they watched.

How many times was this? The Shen Jie was so vast, yet they insisted on causing chaos in the Xian Jie.

"Female supremes fighting is indeed fierce."

In the starry sky, sighs and tsks of admiration abounded, with many watching intently, their eyes gleaming. Who won or lost did not matter much; what counted was their beauty, a feast for the eyes.

It was clear that Meng Mo was at a disadvantage, despite her edge in cultivation, as she could not overcome Yao Chi.

Do not underestimate it—Shu Dazai's full combat power was still fierce and brutal, leaving Meng Mo unsteady on her feet.

"I'm embarrassed for Meng Mo."

Many people coughed dryly.

Not long ago, she had been beaten by a young upstart.

Today, she had shown up again, only to get hammered once more.

If they knew of the relationship between Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang, they would surely pity Meng Mo even more—the couple tag-teaming, one hammering after the other.

She brought it on herself.

If Ye Chen were still around, he would surely say that. Among all these supremes, she was the most eager to act out—who else would they beat?