Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

All kinds of grain and supplies were counted by the "hundred tons," enough for this gang to live very well.

Yang Fan couldn’t help feeling a bit impressed.

Judging from organizational ability, Balia’s official side instead looked like a messy gang, while the gang looked more like a well-ordered official organization.

"No wonder people say this world is just one huge slapdash troupe."

Yang Fan muttered quietly.

His heart stirred, and the Space Pearl quivered slightly.

A graceful figure appeared out of thin air in front of him.

It was—Vivian.

The Demon he had created using a Secret Technique.

Previously in Fire Phoenix City of Carmenia, Vivian had fought with another member of the Qing yang Demon Race.

Vivian had carried out blood sacrifices everywhere, directly detonating global public opinion and dealing Carmenia a heavy blow.

At this moment.

Yang Fan ordered, "Go."

According to the information he had, the little Demon brats’ influence had already infiltrated into the Banan Kingdom.

So he planned to use Vivian as a probing stone, to see whether there were any Demons in this city.

Vivian bowed to Yang Fan, then swayed gracefully toward the gang stronghold’s front gate.

Now she had shed her Demon form and once again restored the appearance of a human female.

If the Demon Armor Scale who had fought her saw this scene, his jaw would definitely drop in shock.

Because to reverse a form from Demon back to human was by no means an ordinary method.

Soon.

Vivian walked to a spot roughly fifty meters from the gate.

"Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

Several bullets landed in front of Vivian.

A burly figure appeared behind a window and shouted in a warning tone, "We don’t welcome outsiders here. Please leave!"

Vivian was very beautiful; any normal man who looked at her a few more times would find it hard not to let his mind wander.

Yet this male gang member resolutely raised his gun and fired; his vigilance really wasn’t ordinary.

Vivian put on a pitiful look and pleaded, "I have nowhere to go now. Can you take me in?"

The burly man remained unmoved: "If you don’t leave, I’ll open fire..."

Before he finished.

Vivian’s eyes lit up with a faint glow.

The burly man’s attitude strangely softened. "Fine, come in."

He had already fallen for it.

This was also a Secret Technique recorded in the Qing yang Book: as long as someone spoke with Vivian, a supernatural link would be established between the two sides.

Previously, when Vivian fought the Demon Armor Scale, Armor Scale kept trying to start conversations for precisely this purpose.

Vivian passed through the gate and quickly entered a first-floor room, appearing in front of the burly man.

She smiled at him, and the burly man, as if possessed, walked over lecherously and pressed his lips to Vivian’s red lips.

The next moment.

A horrifying scene unfolded.

The burly man’s skin rapidly shriveled with wrinkles, and his hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Qing yang Demon Race had at least hundreds of blood sacrifice methods; this was just one of them.

The burly man realized something was wrong; terror flooded his eyes, and he struggled desperately.

But Vivian held him as if hugging a beloved lover, clinging tightly so he simply couldn’t break free.

A second later.

The man drew his last breath and had already turned into a desiccated corpse.

Vivian became even more stunning, her skin as tender as tofu, her allure several times greater than before.

She tossed the desiccated corpse to the floor as if throwing away garbage.

"Wooo~"

An alarm sounded in the room.

The camera had just captured the horrifying footage, so the gang had issued an alert.

Watching the hollow eye sockets of the dried corpse from afar, Yang Fan suddenly recalled something strange.

"I remember Female Runian Zhang Hehua once reported that she accidentally saw one of the Azure Palace master Eduardo’s eyeballs vanish for a moment; it gave her quite a scare.

"Later I secretly checked and didn’t find anything unusual about Eduardo. I told Zhang Hehua to keep an eye on it, and that phenomenon never reappeared."

All kinds of thoughts surged through Yang Fan’s mind: "Is there a possibility that the Supreme Treasure Eduardo obtained in the Dream Realm has something to do with that eyeball?"

To put it more clearly—the mysteriously disappearing eyeball was the Supreme Treasure!

It was a somewhat absurd guess.

After all, according to the Superpower Secret Scripture, the Supreme Treasures born in each Civilization World were basically external objects that had undergone miraculous transformation after being stained by the Primordial Law.

The case of a part of the human body mutating into a Supreme Treasure had never occurred.

But ’never occurred’ didn’t mean ’impossible.’

All sorts of ideas flooded Yang Fan’s mind: "Eduardo obtaining a Supreme Treasure in the Dream Realm is very likely the dying struggle of Carmenia’s World Will.

"Because the act of blood sacrifice itself represents the bloody internal strife of a civilization, which will inevitably cause the collective subconscious to split and lead to mutual hatred within the group.

"And the World Will is the aggregation of the collective subconscious, so blood sacrifices inflict considerable damage on the World Will.

"Carmenia’s World Will definitely wouldn’t be willing to see the very foundation of its existence slowly eroded by the Qing yang Demon Race.

"So it has enough motive to choose a Chosen One and let him find a way to eliminate the Qing yang Demon Race’s influence.

"Eduardo in the Dream Realm should be that Chosen One, because as the master of the Azure Palace he already wielded immense power, making him naturally the most suitable candidate.

"From this angle, the Supreme Treasure is most likely a gift given to Eduardo by Carmenia’s World Will.

"Because the World Will exists at the Law Level, and Supreme Treasures are also at the Law Level; in theory, the World Will has a way to create a Supreme Treasure.

"Otherwise, with the Qing yang Demon Race appearing in Carmenia, and then a Supreme Treasure that can restrain the Demon Race popping up right afterward—how could there be such a coincidence in this world?"

At this point, Yang Fan decisively chose to gamble.

His gaze flickered, and a scene immediately appeared before his eyes.

Zhang Hehua’s figure appeared in the image.

Disguised as the Azure Palace master’s mistress Belinda, she was lazily lying in a luxurious bathtub, with the sound of "splash, splash" water echoing.

From the overhead angle, that body was extremely perfect; no wonder Eduardo was so infatuated with her.

Ever since the large-scale blood sacrifice Burst into the open, Eduardo’s reputation had plummeted; his lawful wife had already separated from him and was in the process of filing for divorce.

This was what the media had exposed.

Zhang Hehua had already snuck into the Azure Palace several times, staying overnight and leaving the next morning.

Yang Fan glanced at the Female Runian and asked directly, "When is the next time you’re meeting Eduardo?"

He didn’t state his purpose, because Eduardo was the World Will’s Chosen One; letting the Female Runian know might ruin things.

Zhang Hehua shuddered all over, hurriedly sat up from the bathtub, and said respectfully, "Tomorrow night!"

Yang Fan asked again, "Can you make it earlier? Find a way to probe the progress of the Holy Seed Plan."

Zhang Hehua didn’t dare defy his will and could only agree, "I’ll try."

This woman was indeed talented; she immediately came up with an idea: "I can present myself as a platter and arrange dishes on top of me, then invite Ed over to taste. I believe he’ll be very interested."

Yang Fan’s mouth twitched at that, and he nodded slightly. "Do it that way."

Zhang Hehua nodded heavily. "Understood!"

Yang Fan cut off the connection and looked back toward the gang.

By now Vivian had already begun a frenzied slaughter. The gang members did not stretch their necks out to be killed; dense gunfire erupted.

He turned to observe for a while and didn’t detect any aura of the Qing yang Demon Race.

"Boom!"

The gale grew fiercer, sounding almost like thunder.

The temperature dropped another notch.

Yang Fan raised his head toward the firmament, waiting for the Wind Stabilizing Pearl to fall.

Time flowed on for a bit.

Just one minute before the frost disaster descended.

Six straight white contrails, at lightning speed, extended down from the sky, aiming straight at Balia below.

The Black Technology weapon Wind Stabilizing Pearl had finally fallen!

At that moment, the extreme cold cyclone had reached its peak. Within the vast vortex, many smaller cyclones were emerging.

This was a phenomenon that had never occurred with smaller cyclones.