Chapter 622: Time Journey? Sleep Journey, Sweet Dream Indulgence!
"This content is pretty interesting. It seems to have been left behind by a player from Reincarnation Building, and... it was left ten years ago. Ten years ago, this battlefield also hosted a True King Duel."
Xu Lang rubbed his chin as he pondered.
Hastings' words were worth analyzing, and at the same time, they elevated his understanding to a whole new level.
This Hastings' vision was no longer limited to opposing the dormitory building but was instead contemplating the larger proposition of the "Dorm Survival Game."
Tsk tsk, he never expected there was a predecessor like this on the path of rebelling against the dormitory buildings.
"If I don't press the green perseverance button, this memory will be erased... So, is this note truly unable to be eliminated by the Dorm Survival Game due to some rule, or was it deliberately left behind by the game itself?"
A moment later, Xu Lang thought about this round's game rules.
Although the two buttons had no time limit, could anyone really spend an eternity without touching either button?
And what if someone was stubborn enough to press the green perseverance button? The result...
Don't doubt it—there definitely would be people like that, thinking they could push themselves to the brink in one go.
And then they'd really end up on the brink, unable to die.
This space and time prohibited death!
"Death is prohibited, but sleep is not."
With plenty of time on his hands, Xu Lang materialized the Nightmare Bed, climbed on, and went to sleep.
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Ten thousand years passed.
This was the time Xu Lang had set.
"Satisfied!"
Xu Lang stretched lazily, looking full of energy.
This sleep brought him nothing—no increase in Nightmare Coins, no special dreams. It was just a simple, pure sleep.
Heaven help him—being able to sleep was an absolutely wonderful thing for Xu Lang.
On one hand, he hadn't slept well in the first half of his life.
On the other hand, as the Nightmare Lord, he could sleep however he wanted. The quality of his sleep could be peaceful, blissful, pure darkness, or even nothing at all.
Not to mention sleeping for ten thousand years—even if he slept for a hundred million years, Xu Lang wouldn't find it troublesome.
"Now that I'm fully rested, I can explore this place."
Xu Lang got up and moved around, his Nightmare Eye scanning in all directions, searching for any possible anomalies.
Twenty-four hours passed. Xu Lang spent that day wandering around like a stray chicken, roaming everywhere, but ultimately found nothing.
"Of course there's nothing."
Bored out of his mind, Xu Lang began practicing his blade skills.
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Thirty thousand years passed. Both Martial Saint and War God skills had been raised to level 100. Although they might become invalid once he left, that didn't stop Xu Lang from training persistently.
After all, experiencing a high realm was truly exhilarating.
Having tasted flight was still better than never flying at all.
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A hundred thousand years passed. Xu Lang sat cross-legged in meditation, and the terrifying scarlet blade aura stretched for tens of kilometers, resembling a vast crimson ocean.
Purgatory's Master lay resting across his knees.
At this moment, Purgatory's Master had taken on a completely new form. It was as scarlet as a flowing blood river, as if ten thousand red suns were collapsing and recombining.
When the War God skill reached level 120, Xu Lang unlocked an exclusive skill for refining weapons.
Through his refinement, Purgatory's Master's quality had surpassed the Mythical tier, reaching the Mythical level, and even vaguely exceeded it.
The main reason was that Xu Lang had been lazy, spending most of his time sleeping. Otherwise, Purgatory's Master should have broken through Mythical and reached a new level entirely.
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Five hundred thousand years later.
Xu Lang leaped down from the Nightmare Bed. Purgatory's Master, stuck into the ground beside the bed, unsheathed itself automatically. In an instant, a streak of scarlet light blazed between heaven and earth, as if the sky itself had been slashed down.
Both War God and Martial Saint skills had been pushed to level 300!
In the years that followed, these two universal skills had reached their limits.
The Transcendence to Sainthood talent had reached its end!
"Unfathomable entities—I can now cut them down. A level 300 War God skill allows me to suppress and kill unknown existences beyond logic."
To be honest, Xu Lang now felt a bit regretful.
Was there really no way to bring these achievements out of this world? He wanted to go out and cut down Agatha.
In these years, he had rehearsed countless ways to kill Agatha.
It was worth mentioning that the Mystic Sovereign Meditation Art had become ineffective. Unlike the universal skills, it couldn't advance further.
Otherwise, with both attributes exceeding a million, Xu Lang could truly attempt the path of overwhelming force to shatter everything and break through this world.
"Kinda annoying!"
Xu Lang swung his blade casually. The blade aura, like a long blood river, swept diagonally. A large patch of stone bricks was torn up, the depth unfathomable.
Before long, this place would be restored.
Destroying it was meaningless.
In this world, everything reeked of sheer boredom.
Suddenly, Xu Lang's gaze flickered. He appeared at the bottom of the pit like a teleportation, staring down at a perfectly intact stone brick.
【Exclusive Skill "Extreme Blade Sense": All lethal effects caused by the blade are intuitively understood.】
This exclusive skill seemed useless at first glance, but it was actually a powerful passive ability. In battle, it could measure an opponent's true state, allowing fine adjustments to subsequent tactics and attack methods.
"All the other bricks are broken, but not this one!" Xu Lang's eyes lit up with curiosity. After several attempts, he found that he couldn't budge this brick at all.
This brick was as if it were some conceptual object, fixed firmly in place.
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【Nightmare Eye - Brick Inscribed with a Void Beacon: The Void was expelled by the Blood Mist, but it did not retreat far. They still lurk deep within this world, watching over this land... Void Lord Engels once again left an indelible beacon, awaiting the day of his return... In places where the blood moon cannot shine, the following secret code is inscribed, allowing a link to Void Lord Engels...】
Xu Lang spent a long time reading the complete information hidden behind this brick.
The Void seemed to be a world beyond the Blood Mist World. Whether it was stronger or weaker, it was definitely something beyond his reach right now.
With a faction of this level, delving too deep would likely result in someone catching his Karmic Threads and tracing them straight to his doorstep.
Thanks to the sheer volume of books he had read, Xu Lang still understood how high-level conflicts worked.
Within the Blood Mist World, there were Overlords. As long as something was connected to you, they could find clues.
Among those powerful beings, even if you only knew their name, they could spy on you in reverse!
The Daluo Golden Immortals in the cultivation worlds were no more impressive than this.
"Void Lord... sounds like an existence even more powerful than an Overlord. Better not provoke it..."
Before leaving the pit, Xu Lang felt a bit of regret.
That brick was not ordinary. If he could take it back, he might be able to break it down for something valuable.
Too bad he couldn't move it.
Of course, if he actually took it and messed around with it, something might go wrong.
The Nightmare Eye revealed the true information behind an item, not predictions of the future.
Things left behind by such high-ranked mysterious beings could easily undergo a little mutation due to unforeseen circumstances.
"Let's go find more things like this."
Xu Lang began plowing through the ground.
In the end, he discovered three more different stone bricks, all left by Void Lord Engels.
This Lord was truly fixated on this place.
Whether useful or not, Xu Lang memorized all the secret codes inscribed on them. One day, they might come in handy.
The Dragon Nation's secret arts—always take a swing, whether there's fruit on the branch or not.
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