635 Parting the Clouds! (1/2)
Many cultivators in the Dao Palace had noticed the commotion and rushed over. They kept a distance, but Wang Baole could see the shock and disbelief on their faces as well as hear their heavy breathing.
”Baole, you…”
”Wang Baole, what are you doing?”
Wang Baole didn't turn around as he listened to the gasps of shock. He could hear the approaching footsteps of Sect Lord Xu, Zhao Yameng, and the others. He stared at the weakened Feng Qiuran silently, then slowly narrowed his eyes. Then, he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed lightning-quick. A lash of wind whipped out and pierced through Feng Qiuran's forehead.
Feng Qiuran froze, and her eyes widened as bitterness, and a whole array of emotions, shone in her eyes. She stared unblinkingly at Wang Baole before finally dying!
”Has it been dispelled…” Wang Baole muttered to himself as he stared at Feng Qiuran's corpse. He turned and saw the looks of shock and disbelief coloring the faces of the Dao Palace and Federation cultivators around him.
”Wang Baole, you've gone mad!”
”Baole!”
”He killed Elder Feng Qiuran!”
Gasps of shock exploded in the crowd. Some looked bewildered, others were shaking, and some went mad. The situation seemed like it was about to spiral out of control. It was then that Sect Lord Xu suddenly unleashed his cultivation and roared.
”Federation cultivators, I command you to protect Elder Wang Baole. We are to leave this place now!”
As his words rang out, the lost and bewildered Federation cultivators shook. Despite the mixed feelings clear on their faces, they swiftly followed Sect Lord Xu and raced towards Wang Baole, with the intention of surrounding him in a protective circle.
The Dao Palace cultivators went mad. There was no way they would allow that to happen. They immediately tried to stop the Federation cultivators, and battle broke out between the two sides. Death and destruction spread like wildfire. As sounds of battling rose to the skies, numerous Nascent Soul realm cultivators could be seen charging towards them from the distance, fury and alarm in their eyes.
”Baole, I believe you had a reason for doing whatever you just did, but this isn't the time to think. Hurry, get to the teleportation array formation. We need to leave this place and return to the Federation!” Sect Lord Xu shouted at Wang Baole frantically. Both Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao were pale in the face. Regardless, they immediately came to Wang Baole.
They reached his side and held him up as he stared in confusion at Feng Qiuran's corpse. Then, they began to pull him along as they raced towards the teleportation array formation.
The sounds of battling, of howling, of deafening explosions, and the light from spells, flooded the Dao Palace. Wang Baole remained quiet as Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao escorted him towards the teleportation array formation. They were about to reach the array formation when Wang Baole suddenly rooted himself to the ground and muttered.
”I believe…”
”What are you muttering? Baole, quick, enter the teleportation array formation!” Zhao Yameng said frantically. She tried to pull Wang Baole into the teleportation array formation, but he wouldn't budge. She froze and turned back. What she saw wasn't a bewildered-looking Wang Baole. Instead, the confusion in his eyes had faded away and was replaced instead with a fierce determination!
”I said that I believe in Little Missy. I believe in my own judgment, and in my own instincts!” Wang Baole said quietly. Having experienced a Dark Dream, he had done some reading up on the subject. He knew that if this were indeed a dream or an illusion, he would have to locate its source in order to dispel it.
Only by locating the source and destroying it could he then dispel this illusion. What he had learned in his Dark Dream taught him that such sources were often hidden in a living entity.
The first candidate he had thought of was Feng Qiuran. She was a familiar face and had a high level of cultivation. There had been a great chance of her being the source of the illusion. However, nothing had changed after her death.
I'm right… I just haven't found the source! Everything seems frighteningly real. Such a level of realism can only be done… by gathering everyone's memories. That is the only way for there to be no loopholes or flaws revealed when I converse with anyone!
In that case, everyone's memories, including mine, are the basis of this illusion. But… they are only memories. None of these people are real. They may possess the original person's memories, but they won't have their reasoning and their instincts. Wang Baole suddenly turned and looked at Zhao Yameng, who was looking at him with anxiety in her eyes.