The wind, born of all things, blew dreams into the Dark Valley, and the darkness of the valley embraced every dream within it.
This was the suppression of primal authority; even the Mianlong Ghost Emperor could not contend against it. The darkness acted as a cradle, lulling everyone into a peaceful, dreaming sleep—everyone, that is, except for one.
Li Jianhu had also been swept by the gales of the *Xiaoyaoyou* into the space-time corresponding to the pillar. However, he remained incomparably clear-headed. The moment he entered the Dark Valley, before he could act, a familiar voice resonated within his heart.
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