The female lead thought she had a "proud and arrogant" character script.

The Nightmare Ancestor was not happy.

It took a lot of effort to transform the demonic energy into such a high concentration using nightmare magic.

As a result, Luo Qingcheng absorbed so much of it.

It needs to come up with a solution.

The Nightmare Ancestor is the god in the cultivation world who controls dreams.

I've come up with a great idea.

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As time went on, even the disciples of the various sects inside discovered it.

The dark red mist on the horizon seemed to be sucked away by something, and its color gradually faded. What was originally impossible to see clearly was now revealed to be the outlines of distant trees.

Not to mention those outside.

One by one, the eliminated disciples who failed to notice the shrinking circle and were thus slowly devoured by the demonic energy stood beneath the scroll.

His eyes were fixed on the screen without blinking.

They had experienced it firsthand, so of course they knew the power of that fog.

You can also see that the blackish-red color gradually turns into grayish-pink.

The main subject of the painting is Luo Qingcheng, and the giant black and red egg is always in the center of the picture.

This finally caused dissatisfaction among some of the eliminated disciples.

They emerged from the nightmare realm because of death, their souls were severely damaged, and the feeling of weakness in both body and soul made these disciples, who had not been mortals for a long time after cultivating immortality, feel very uncomfortable.

They're forcing themselves to stay wounded just to see how their sect performs, aren't they?

So there's only one egg left?!

Why are you staring at that egg?

"Change them! Change them now! I want to know how my fellow disciples are doing!"

"Yeah, I also want to know if my senior sisters managed to escape!"

The ignorant young disciples thought that the law would not punish the masses.

They started by discussing in hushed tones, but the discussion grew louder and louder, and they spoke with great self-righteousness.

Ling Yuchen, as the organizer, was in a bit of a dilemma.

He said to Mo Wangqing, "Your apprentice won't hatch anytime soon, why don't we try another one?"

Mo Wangqing gave him a cold glance.

We've already given them half, and they still want more?

Ling Yu sat back down.

Okay, he shifted the blame, "Then you take care of the rest."

If Mo Wangqing ignores him, he will complain to his master when the master returns!

Mo Wangqing nodded and picked up his sword.

Ling Yuchen was in a panic. "The solution I'm talking about isn't that kind of solution!"

Mo Wangqing: "...I'm not stupid."

Ling Yuchen muttered under his breath, "Who knows?"

He dared not gamble on whether this Nascent Soul cultivator who had annihilated a dynasty was a fool. In his opinion, Mo Wangqing was either a fool or very likely a madman.

The public's voice should be ignored.

He dared not ignore this Sword Master of Forgetfulness.

After thinking it over, Ling Yuchen decided to pretend he hadn't heard anything.

He was also very curious about how Luo Qingcheng would get out of the egg.

Will it become a different species after it comes out?

Ling Yuchen looked at the giant black and red egg.

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Inside the egg, Luo Qingcheng curled up.

She was disoriented, feeling as if she were floating on clouds or inside her mother's womb.

Luo Qingcheng looked at his own body as if his soul had left his body.

A voice came from my mind.

This is a dream.

In the dream, Luo Qingcheng slowly developed from a fertilized egg into three germ layers, then his heart began to beat, his hands and feet formed, and his thoughts went from chaos to clarity.

She could sense that there was a spiritual root that was born with her on her back.

It was small, shaped like a vine, half black and half white, and Luo Qingcheng mocked it as being "emo".

Her spiritual root was intertwined with hers, so she naturally knew what "Shamate" meant.

It's angry.

But it is completely dependent on Luo Qingcheng.

It tirelessly absorbs energy from the outside world for Luo Qingcheng to nourish his body.

day to day.

Her spiritual root had completely merged with her.

A smile appeared on Luo Qingcheng's sculpted face.

until a certain day.

She was born.

Someone cut open Luo Qingcheng's back and forcibly pulled out her spiritual root.

The spiritual root was like a piece of jade, crystal clear, half black and half white, clinging tightly to the baby's body and refusing to leave!

Streams of spiritual energy surged toward the spiritual root, and Luo Qingcheng gripped his companion tightly.

The baby's heart-wrenching cries pierced the heavens. Someone was using evil magic, which angered the heavens, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a barrel struck down!

Amidst a sky full of lightning, a woman with a familiar scent embraced her.

"My child, please forgive your mother. I did all this for you!"

Luo Qingcheng was stunned.

She recognized the woman's voice.

She would stroke herself, gently call herself "baby," and then sing to herself.

Is she trying to harm herself?

If it were her——

Luo Qingcheng released his hand.

At the same time, a crack appeared on the black and red eggshell.

The dream is about to end.

Three days had passed in the Nightmare Realm, and Ling Yuchen was almost sick of looking at eggs.

Fortunately, the Nightmare Ancestor controlled the flow of time within the Nightmare Realm.

He wasn't the only one who felt nauseous.

The disciples who initially insisted on changing the channel gradually widened their eyes as the story progressed.

They wanted to see what would hatch from that egg!

Luo Qingcheng opened her eyes, but it was pitch black in front of her, and she couldn't see anything.

Erkang, am I blind?

Luo Qingcheng waved his hand in front of his face, but still couldn't see anything.

Luo Qingcheng: ...

In addition, she also discovered that her body had undergone significant changes.

The reason she called it a pseudo-spiritual root was because she could sense at all times that it was fake.

If I had to describe it, it would be like she's always carrying a dialysis machine around her; she has kidney function, but there's something separating her from it.

But now, the feeling has changed.

This spiritual root seemed to be something she was born with. She could sense its presence, but not because of some indescribable strangeness!

Is there some kind of advantage to being blind?

Luo Qingcheng didn't quite understand, so she tried to stand up.

With a "thud," my head slammed hard against something.

I touched my head, but it didn't hurt.

Instead, they discovered a ray of light shining down from above.

Luo Qingcheng: !!!

She's not blind!?

She instinctively used her magic to charge forward.

The heavy eggshell was blasted away, and out of the egg emerged a woman.

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

Luo Qingcheng's long hair flew in the wind, her skirt fluttered, and a black pattern was outlined on her clean, fair cheek, which only appeared for a moment before disappearing.

Her eyes were as black as ink, possessing a captivating yet dangerous aura.

With their gazes fixed straight ahead, at this moment, as if by destiny, everyone outside the screen held their breath.

she is looking at me.

The thought uncontrollably popped into my mind.

However, Luo Qingcheng ruthlessly averted his gaze.

Turning to look at the black and red eggshell, I felt a sense of déjà vu.

After racking his brains, Luo Qingcheng tapped his hard forehead.

Isn't this the giant eggshell of Poseidon?

Tsk tsk, so this is how demonic energy works?

Luo Qingcheng subconsciously picked up a piece of eggshell that had solidified into a tangible form. The eggshell instantly turned into black mist and entered her hand.

Luo Qingcheng: ? ? ?

interesting.

She simply touched every single eggshell fragment.

After finishing his meal, Luo Qingcheng let out a burp, disregarding his image.

Anyway, no one saw it, hehe.