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An unknown force quietly surged into his heart. Huo Yuhao did not resist, nor did he mobilize his mental force to defend against the intrusion of this force.
He knew that the "Military Training" on Devil Island basically would not result in casualties. Since he wouldn't die, he had the confidence to Face whatever came next.
His consciousness gradually became blurred, and his body felt as if it no longer belonged to him.
That force was gentle yet irresistible, as if an invisible hand was gently pushing his consciousness from a conscious World into another unknown abyss.
However, in the blink of an eye, Huo Yuhao regained consciousness. He opened his eyes abruptly, but the scene before him made him pause slightly.
Just a moment ago, he had clearly been lying on the valley grass with Gu Yue and the others, but now, there was no one around.
Gu Yue was not there, Na'er was not there, and Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Xu Xiaoyan had all vanished without a trace. It was as if in that short instant when he closed his eyes, everyone had evaporated into thin air.
All around was still that lush valley, with flowers and plants swaying gently in the breeze. Everything looked no different from before he fell asleep, except for the absence of the presence of five people.
Huo Yuhao frowned, his mental force spreading out in all directions like a tide, sensing carefully. There was indeed no one's presence around, but he soon caught a subtle sense of incongruity.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, the look of solemnity on his Face dissipated a lot, and he thought to himself: "So it is an illusion."
Although this illusion before him was almost indistinguishable from reality in terms of sight, sound, and touch, under his Spirit Domain Realm mental force, that delicate disguise eventually revealed a flaw.
This World lacked a kind of real Soul fluctuation; it was like a carefully painted canvas—no matter how beautiful, it was static.
He remembered the name Nightmare Old Demon, and his heart became even more certain. At this moment, the others should be like him, all immersed in their own dreams.
Outside, the yellow mist had quietly dissipated. The night remained deep, and the purple-black faint light was evenly sprinkled on the grass, reflecting the quiet sleeping Faces of the six youths.
Nightmare Old Demon and Destruction stood side by side next to the group, looking down at these little ones who had fallen into a deep sleep.
Destruction leaned on his cane. He licked his chapped lips and said somewhat impatiently: "Hurry up and let me see what these little ones are thinking about in their hearts."
With a thought from Nightmare Old Demon, soft halos of light rose above the bodies of Huo Yuhao and the other five. Those light orbs were like floating soap bubbles, with hazy colored light flowing on their surfaces. The images reflected within the light orbs were exactly what each person was thinking about at that moment.
Take Tang Wulin, for example; what was displayed in the light orb above his head was a warm scene.
In a small but neatly arranged room, he and his parents were sitting around the dining table. On the table were steaming hot dishes. His mother was putting food into his bowl, while his father was laughing heartily on the side, not knowing what funny story he had told.
That scene was too real, so real that Destruction and Nightmare Old Demon standing outside could feel that peace and happiness.
But the methods of Nightmare Old Demon naturally could not let people have a peaceful and good dream.
In Tang Wulin's dream, that fragile wooden door was suddenly kicked open violently by a group of strangers. Afterward, there were flashes of blades, blood, his mother's screams, and the back of his father shielding him firmly behind.
Even if Tang Wulin wore his One-Word Battle Armor and displayed strength comparable to a Spirit Emperor, he still could not contend with these strangers. He could only watch helplessly as his dearest ones fell before him.
The dreams of the others were roughly similar; they were all originally beautiful scenes that suddenly shattered, with the most terrifying things in their hearts happening.
Nightmare Old Demon watched the fragmented scenes rising and falling in those light orbs, a satisfied and cruel smile hanging on his Face, occasionally commenting on them.
But when his gaze, along with Destruction's, moved to Huo Yuhao, the expressions on both their Faces froze at the same time.
The scene reflected in the light orb above Huo Yuhao's head was completely different from the other five. There were no warm scenes, no shattered nightmares, no heart-rending cries, and no desperate struggles.
That scene was calm to the point of being eerie. Only he stood quietly in a grey, hazy Void Realm, with nothing happening.
Nightmare Old Demon and Destruction looked at each other, both seeing a trace of undisguisable surprise in the other's eyes.
They had used this dream-entry method to torture countless Shrek Geniuses. Which one of them hadn't been tortured to death and back in their dreams?
Yet this Huo Yuhao's dream was like a pool of stagnant water; never mind a nightmare, it couldn't even stir up a ripple.
Destruction turned his head to the side, a merciless sneer slowly appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Nightmare Old Demon, your methods aren't working anymore. The little guy doesn't even bother to lift an eyelid. Where are you going to put your old Face?"
Nightmare Old Demon only felt that he couldn't save Face, his old Face slightly flushing red, and he gave a heavy snort: "Stop talking sarcastically over there. I will go down myself and meet this little Genius."
As the words fell, Nightmare Old Demon's figure disappeared from where he stood and entered into Huo Yuhao's "dream."
Looking at Nightmare Old Demon who had suddenly appeared before him, Huo Yuhao's expression was surprisingly calm. There was no surprise or panic in his eyes, as if he had long expected this to happen.
Nightmare Old Demon was taken aback by this and blurted out: "Your mental force is very strong. How did you not enter the dream?"
Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this and followed up on his words: "I am a Mental-type Spirit Master. My mental force is okay."
A look of sudden realization appeared on Nightmare Old Demon's Face, and he thought to himself: "So he is a Mental-type Spirit Master, no wonder!"
Mental-type Spirit Masters naturally have mental force much stronger than Spirit Masters of the same level, and plus this kid is already a Spirit Saint, ordinary dream-entry methods really couldn't do anything to him.
But at this moment, he couldn't bother to investigate this further, and his old Face immediately turned gloomy.
The corners of his mouth turned down in a curve of dissatisfaction, and his voice turned a few degrees colder: "You woke up so quickly, which actually makes me very unhappy. Do you know that you make me lose a lot of Face in front of that old thing, Destruction?"
Huo Yuhao did not interrupt him, not even changing his posture, still standing quietly in place, wanting to hear what he would say next.
This calmness, as immovable as a mountain, instead made Nightmare Old Demon even more frustrated. A flash of annoyance crossed his eyes, and suddenly he waved his hand, and an image appeared in the air diagonally above Huo Yuhao.
The image reflected in the light made Huo Yuhao's gaze freeze slightly. It was Gu Yue. And beside her was another figure, which was none other than Tang Wulin.
The two stood side by side, surrounded by a ring of thick, pink mist.
Nightmare Old Demon's Face hung that eerie smile again, only this time, there was a bit more naked malice in the smile.
He pointed at that pink mist and smiled maliciously: "This Gu Yue is your girlfriend, right? I saw you two sticking together ever since you landed on the island; your relationship is not ordinary."
"This ring of pink mist has an aphrodisiac effect. As long as I have a thought, she and that silly boy beside her will be enveloped by this mist together."
"What will happen then, I don't need to say more, right?"
While saying this, Nightmare Old Demon carefully observed Huo Yuhao's expression, expecting to catch a trace of anger or panic from this Face that had remained calm throughout.
He had been playing with human hearts for so many years and knew best what could most sting a young man's heart and what could shatter that damn composure and calmness.
However, what Nightmare Old Demon never expected was that after hearing his words, Huo Yuhao's expression remained as calm and unruffled as an ancient well.
There was no anger, no panic, no gnashing of teeth in threat, not even a trace of emotional fluctuation to be found.
He just stood there quietly, slightly lifting his eyelids to look at the pink mist once, then dropped his gaze back onto Nightmare Old Demon.
That look seemed to be saying... Is that it?
That gaze was too calm, so calm that Nightmare Old Demon inexplicably felt uncomfortable all over.
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A/N:
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