Chapter 285: Stranded in a Foreign Land, Drifting Until Lost 1
Dream Dao Attainment: Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“Wuhu!”
“Takeoff!”
The Peerless Young Master carried Fang Yun on his back, who still had not figured out what was going on, and gripped Bai Ling’er with his left hand, her face filled with fear.
In his right hand, he held the still brilliantly golden Future Sword.
His thoughts flowed freely, and in an instant, he took off, bursting out of the Heaven Demon Macrocosm’s Third Celestial Gate.
Toward…
“Huh? Where am I supposed to go now?”
He had chopped down Great Sage Candle Dragon and split apart the Dragon-Locking Pagoda.
After rescuing Fang Yun right under the noses of Daoist Yuan and a crowd of Demon Race experts and Great Powers.
At this moment, the Peerless Young Master suddenly realized that his plan to rescue Fang Yun still had one tiny little hole.
And that was — where was he supposed to go now?
“The Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm is definitely out of the question.”
“The Heaven Demon Macrocosm naturally can’t be stayed in either.”
“Ah.”
“Seems like from now on, I can only wander the Myriad Realms.”
The Peerless Young Master lamented with a face full of “sorrow.”
The corners of his mouth were practically splitting open into a grin.
What did it mean — the sky is high enough for birds to fly, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap?
When he had truly borrowed a Future Sword from the future.
When that Ninth Heavenly Mandate, Peerless Sword Lord from the future had truly crossed the River of Time and rushed toward him.
The Peerless Young Master knew.
From this moment on, he was truly free.
No longer would he have to live watching the Old Man’s expressions.
Once he left the Heaven Demon Macrocosm and settled Fang Yun and his little couple.
He, the Peerless Young Master.
Would roam the world with sword in hand, and see the world’s splendor.
Besides, even if the sky fell, the Ninth Heavenly Mandate, Peerless Sword Lord would hold it up.
Old Man, farewell to you!
The more the Peerless Young Master thought about it, the happier he became.
Until Bai Ling’er, still gripped in his hand, could no longer hold back the panic and terror in her heart, and shouted at him.
“Master.”
“His Majesty has descended.”
“We can’t escape!”
“Relax.”
“This Young Master isn’t blind. I saw.”
“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
The Peerless Young Master had long since seen that figure with a human head and serpent body, resembling Zhao Ling’er, the descendant of Nüwa from Chinese Paladin.
Beautiful. Peerless. Strong!
At a glance, she was clearly even fiercer than that Great Sage Candle Dragon.
She actually possessed the mighty power to suppress and calm the turbulence of the River of Time with a single hand.
Under her action.
The Ninth Heavenly Mandate, Peerless Sword Lord, who had crossed the River of Time from the future to kill his way here, was rapidly being pushed away from the present space-time at a visible speed.
It was precisely because of the appearance of this Demon Race Empress that the Peerless Young Master had immediately chosen to save Fang Yun and flee.
He could not even be bothered to continue showing off in front of Daoist Yuan.
He just had not expected that she would actually—