Mingyin! Mingyin! Mingyin, wake up!"
They were inside a cold, vast soul realm. A mist resembling blue raindrops saturated the entire atmosphere.
Seven Ashoka pillars stood tall like giant eagle heads, their exquisite shapes covered in a fine layer of ash, though their eyes still shone like gems in the dark.A single word hovered in the air around them:
Dream.
Above this word, Mingyin floated with his back facing downward, looking up with his eyes tightly closed. Farther away stood two figures: Po Ming and Future Mingyin. Po Ming looked incredibly worried, standing at a distance and not daring to step any closer.What is happening to Mingyin?
Po Ming wondered anxiously.Beside him, Future Mingyin was thinking critically, sweat dripping from his forehead.
His face had completely lost its usual calm and relaxed demeanor; for the first time, he looked genuinely alarmed."Tsk.
It seems that even though I destroyed Loki Thorn's cultivation level, his mind is still as tricky as ever. Damned trickster!"
Future Mingyin looked up, his cold eyes unable to contain the deep anger burning in his heart.
Who was Loki Thorn, and why did he affect Future Mingyin so deeply? Why was he so worried about Mingyin? Po Ming couldn't begin to comprehend what was happening.Suddenly, a rough voice echoed out.
Both Future Mingyin and Po Ming sprinted forward, but a massive white wall instantly blocked their path. Beyond this wall lay a giant labyrinth constructed from exquisite white cobblestones, with pearls adorning every path and stone.A loud, vicious voice boomed through the maze:"
Who dares enter the Labyrinth of Death?"
Previously, after Mingyin, Future Mingyin, and Po Ming had entered the flower-like sanctuary, they were thrown into three different portals. Mingyin had watched Po Ming and Future Mingyin enter a white room while he was cast into a black realm.
Except, that wasn't what truly happened.Upon entering the realm, Mingyin's immortal self had been forced into a deep slumber, ensnared by the "Dream." This Dream was not meant to simply put people to sleep or transport them to a strange place.
Instead, Mingyin was trapped inside an illusion realm designed to warp his imagination—a trap meticulously created by Loki Thorn.Future Mingyin gritted his teeth in frustration.Loki Thorn was his greatest enemy.
Loki Thorn knew that if his own cultivation level was destroyed, it would trigger a backlash, dropping Future Mingyin's power back down to the level of a Transgressor. But how did he know the plans of Odin Shin and his organisation? How did he know Future Mingyin had traveled back to find his past self?Wait, no!
Future Mingyin realized. He is trapped inside my Space Realm Domain. He can gather information from the outside world while my Space Realm is anchored in the past, currently holding the mortal world together.
We share a mental link because he is trapped right inside my spirit realm!
Loki Thorn knew that the past Mingyin was the key to changing the future. Therefore, he trapped him in an attempt to break his mind. With Future Mingyin's powers currently fluctuating and unpredictable, the villain had struck."
Damn you, Loki Thorn!" Future Mingyin hissed. "Where are you hiding now?"Meanwhile, Po Ming's breathing grew heavy and ragged as he constantly turned corners in the maze.
BAM!
A wild axe swung out of nowhere, shattering the white wall before him into pieces. As the wall crumbled and stone debris flew in all directions, Po Ming froze. Smoke rose from the ground. Spotting another passage through the dust, he sprinted forward with all his remaining energy."
Po Ming... do you want your head cut off first, or your legs?"A mighty creature loomed above him.
The beast possessed a captivating bull's head framed by beautiful white fur. It stood over 100 feet tall on four powerful limbs, its fur patterned with distinct black lines. Starlight sparkled briefly around its long, bone-like horns, and its eyes glowed like pearls.
Floating directly above its head was a glass coin that shone as brightly as a descending sun, waiting to enforce whatever order it was given.Po Ming looked up, his expression a mix of deep concern and intense focus.
Hovering just above the bull was its weapon: a massive axe crafted from heavy pine timber.
The bull sniffed the air, hot smoke rising from its nostrils.Suddenly, the shattered stones of the collapsed wall began to shake. The pieces floated into the air, snapping back together to reconstruct the barrier
. For a second, deep cracks were visible, but a bright white light engulfed the wall, dissipating the fractures entirely.Po Ming kept running, looking back and sighing in temporary relief
.[TEN ROUNDS OF THE DEATH REALM]
Previous Time: 03:00:00 hours
Current Time: 00:00:20 hours
Po Ming smiled weakly.
Only twenty second until the next attack cycle.
Po Ming pondered thought of what to do next to not still meet his end !
The bull needs ten seconds to release that massive amount of soul energy. I can run far enough away to dodge the strike. After that, it takes ten minutes to channel energy back into the axe, and when it's ready to strike, it dissolves into the air!
"Don't worry," Po Ming muttered. "The next time we meet, I'll make sure I'm the one slicing your head off, you giant bull! Huh?!"
Suddenly, the axe launched downward ahead of schedule! Its speed was terrifying, easily outmatching ten cheetahs and five hawks combined. Po Ming's pupils dilated to the size of needles.
Only five seconds have passed and it can already strike?!
In a flash of desperation, Po Ming summoned his white ink spear. He whirled around and thrust it upward, gripping the shaft tightly.The axe and the spear collided.A titanic explosion erupted from the impact.
The sickening sound of tearing flesh echoed through the corridor. The bull was jarred back by only a few centimeters, but Po Ming was sent flying backwards, crashing violently through several walls.
Trails of blood smeared across the cracked stone, emitting a truly evil, maddening scent. Buried under a pile of crumbled masonry, Po Ming pushed the heavy stones off his body. He was still gripping his white spear, but it was ruined—half-destroyed, with its splintered tip sheared completely off.
Po Ming clutched the severe wound at his lower waist. It was bleeding profusely, the sound of seeping blood loud in the quiet maze."Cough... cough... Ah, truly a wretched wound, isn't it? Damned inconsiderate soul!"
The bull looked down, its expression hardening into grim severity. Another five seconds ticked away.
With only ten seconds remaining before the ultimate strike, Po Ming tried to force himself to stand and run.Instead, he watched in horror as the axe became entirely fused with an overwhelming surge of soul energy. The pressure caused the air to ripple with violent shockwaves. The entire sky bled a deep, dying red, centered around a sun-like glow.The axe flew down toward its target.
Creak!
Po Ming froze, bracing for the end. But at that final, desperate moment, a familiar figure materialized in front of him.It was Future Mingyin."Po Ming!"