Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 1057 Dual Realms

The [Divine Dream Law] is far too obscure; unless one is a true disciple of a Dao Venerable or Dao Lord of extremely high status, they may not know this law.

After all, [Divine Dream Dao Venerable] is the most mysterious being in the entire Daoist sect besides [Hidden Subtle Dao Venerable]. He has not even established a Daoist lineage in the mortal world, nor does he have a real celestial court.

There are very few cultivators in the world who can comprehend the [Divine Dream Law], and they all comprehend it by chance.

Ninety-nine percent of them were cultivators who barely entered the path and then made no further progress.

In other words, Jian Yunyuan's status in the Sword Court was almost comparable to that of a true disciple, and he had seen a few words about the Divine Dream Law in an ancient book in the Sword Court's library. Otherwise, he would probably have fallen for the spell without even realizing it!

A warning bell rang in Jian Yunyuan's heart. He knew that this law was unpredictable and pointed directly at the mind and dreams, silently confusing the spirit and distorting perception. Ordinary cultivators had no way to defend against it.

"The Mysterious Mirror Daoist has actually comprehended such unorthodox laws to such an extent that he can directly interfere with the execution of my sword techniques!"

Jian Yunyuan was covered in cold sweat. He clearly felt that although his sword spirit had not been lost, the absolute sense of control that he had when wielding the sword, where "the intention precedes the sword and the mind and sword are one," was covered by an indescribable stagnation and dazedness.

Although it was only a minor impact, for a duel at their level, even the slightest deviation could lead to total defeat.

"We can't delay any longer!" In a flash, Jian Yunyuan made the decision.

He knew that the longer he delayed in dealing with this law that directly eroded his mind and led him into dreams, the deeper his mind would be corrupted, and the bigger the flaws in his sword techniques would become.

Once you fall into the other party's carefully woven "dream" or "illusion," it's as difficult as climbing to heaven to get out!

"We must finish this quickly! Before my soul is completely eroded and my true essence sword intent is still at its peak, we must break through this impasse with the strongest offensive!" A fierce glint flashed in Jian Yunyuan's eyes: "Even if it involves some risks, we absolutely cannot fall into a passive position!"

At this moment, in his eyes, the light of the Divine Dream Realm surrounding Jing Yu seemed even more hazy and uncertain, like a huge, tempting vortex to sink into.

He himself was like someone standing on the edge of a whirlpool, being dragged in little by little by an invisible force.

This suffocating feeling of being pressed closer and closer made him subconsciously believe that holding on would only lead to a slow death, and that only by launching a full-scale attack could he have a chance of victory!

He took a deep breath, and his nine-aperture nascent soul suddenly shone brightly. The phantoms of eight natal swords rapidly circled around his body, and the boundless sword energy surged out without reservation.

He planned to temporarily unify the power of the eight swords and integrate it into the seemingly ordinary but actually fundamental sword in his hand, so as to unleash the strongest sword he could currently control, striving to break through the surface and force back or even severely injure Jing Yu!

This decision, imbued with the decisiveness and ruthlessness of a swordsman, seemed to be the best option to break the deadlock.

However, Jian Yunyuan himself did not realize that when he made this "desperate offensive" decision, a "misjudgment" that should not have been made was quietly mixed in.

He overestimated the speed and depth of Jing Yu's [Divine Dream Law]'s actual influence on his mind.

He subconsciously felt that the "stagnation" in his own consciousness was rapidly intensifying, and the "threat" from the other party's domain was expanding rapidly, as if he would completely lose control of the sword at any moment.

In reality, Jing Yu's spiritual cultivation was only at the early to mid-stages of the Cave Heaven realm. Even though he had a deep understanding of the [Divine Dream Law], the power and wonder of the [Divine Dream Law] were ultimately limited by the strength of his own spiritual power.

As a peerless genius of the Sword Court, Jian Yunyuan possesses a clear sword heart and a resilient spirit far surpassing his peers. If he chooses to temporarily avoid the limelight, seeking no merit but avoiding mistakes, and forms a protective sword formation with eight swords to guard his spiritual clarity and protect his mind, while simultaneously using exquisite movement techniques to maneuver and evade, then it would not be easy for Jing Yu to defeat him in a short period of time.

Furthermore, if Jian Yunyuan can endure this for a period of time, he will gradually adapt to the influence of the Divine Dream Law, and he may even have a very high probability of getting rid of the influence of this law.

Unfortunately, this correct judgment of "it should be so" was quietly distorted and blocked in Jian Yunyuan's consciousness by an invisible and intangible force.

The [Fate Realm] supernatural power had already been silently unleashed.

Under the influence of this domain of destiny, Jian Yunyuan's perception of his own "safety and danger" became subtly distorted.

Subconsciously, he exaggerated the danger of the divine interference he was experiencing, while subtly downplaying the possibility of success in his perseverance and waiting for change.

Thus, the riskier, but actually exactly what Jing Yu wanted, option of "rushing forward and risking his life" became, after weighing the pros and cons, the so-called "only chance of survival".

It wasn't that he was careless or lost his composure; it was just that, due to the influence of the Divine Dream Law, his consciousness was temporarily numb. At the level of destiny, he was guided and actively stepped into the rhythm set by Jing Yu.

At this moment, Jian Yunyuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his sword intent soared into the sky, and the sound of eight swords resonating throughout the heavens and earth. He held the sword in one hand, and a terrifying sharpness that could change the color of the heavens and earth had already locked onto Jing Yu, ready to be unleashed!

His face turned pale instantly, clearly indicating that simultaneously controlling and gathering the power of eight swords was a huge burden for him.

But the determination and sword intent in his eyes reached an unprecedented peak.

“This sword…” Yue Xingzhou’s throat was dry, and he couldn’t utter a complete sentence.

He had no doubt that if he were locked onto by this sword, even if he pushed the Heavenly Martial Hall's body-refining divine power to its limit, he would have no chance of survival!

"cut!"

Jian Yunyuan used almost the most powerful sword strike of the battle, but it was precisely because of this peak strike, with all its power unleashed, that he was unable to perfectly control this power, which caused him to reveal a huge flaw.

As for Jing Yu, he did not use any fancy supernatural powers, nor did he activate any mysterious laws.

He simply gathered all the seemingly inexhaustible blood energy and power within his body, as well as the monstrous force that could shake the stars after the [True Dragon Form] was pushed to its limit, into his right fist.

Then throw a punch!

One side drew its sword hastily, while the other side had been preparing for a long time... Although Jian Yunyuan's sword was extremely powerful, it ultimately lacked some subtle control.

boom--

A tremendous sound resounded throughout the hall, accompanied by an endless surge of spiritual energy and divine flames that spread outwards, actually sending many of the closest prodigies flying!

When the light and flames dissipated, Jing Yu, who was standing in the center of the battle, had her right hand hanging limply, and pale golden blood was flowing from it, indicating that she was seriously injured.

"Hmm? Daoist Xuanjing is injured. Could it be that Fellow Daoist Jian has won?"

They immediately looked at Jian Yunyuan, only to find that he seemed to be completely unharmed.

But the next moment, they discovered that Jian Yunyuan's hands were completely empty.

Only then did they realize that the natal sword in Jian Yunyuan's hand had been firmly gripped by Jing Yu's left hand.