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Ru Shou pondered the implications of their discovery. Dream Ruins City might be the last stronghold, and the statue in the temple reflected the struggle between two forces. The invaders had already dominated nearly all of the Dream Realm, with only Dream Ruins City remaining as the final piece.

Ru Shou, with his extensive knowledge and wisdom, speculated further. Why did the Dream Sovereign preserve Dream Ruins City? Who was attacking this world, and what secrets did it hold? He thought about the ancient ruined cities in the darkness, destroyed countless millennia ago.

“Such a long-term scheme suggests Dream Ruins City is of utmost importance, significant enough to be controlled or destroyed by a being of the Sovereign level. There must be a grand fortune hidden here.”

Ru Shou’s thoughts raced. “I’ve arrived first, using the power of the Immortal

Tomb. Knowing these secrets, I might have a chance to compete.”

It was rumored that the Dream Sovereign left her legacy within the Realm of

Dreams. Uncovering these secrets and obtaining the Sovereign’s legacy could… “This body can only exist for twelve hours. I must take control of that young man…”

Ru Shou’s gaze was deep and calculating.

“Did you find anything?” Ru Shou, controlling the wooden puppet, entered the temple.

“No,” Lu Xuan shook his head. “Besides a few broken magical artifacts, this place is mostly dust.”

“Yes, Senior Ru Shou,” He Zhao responded.

“My experience is more extensive than yours. Let me search again,” Ru Shou suggested. “Gong Gong, guard the temple perimeter to keep away Nightmare

Demons and Evil Spirits.”

“No problem,” Lu Xuan readily agreed, leaving the main hall.

“Come, show me where you’ve searched,” Ru Shou jumped onto He Zhao’s shoulder.

“Yes, Senior.”

He Zhao led Ru Shou deeper into the temple. Meanwhile, Ru Shou’s consciousness kept track of Gong Gong’s position. Once he sensed Gong Gong descending the steps and idly wandering outside the temple, Ru Shou knew it was time to act.

He raised his hand, casting a spell that immobilized He Zhao. Before He Zhao could react, a stream of light left the puppet and entered his forehead.

He Zhao’s vision turned to a murky gray chaos. “Ignorance unenlightened, truly a mortal,” said an elder in a green robe, shaking his head.

“Senior Ru Shou?” He Zhao recognized his voice.

“From now on, you shall call me master,” Ru Shou smiled. “Henceforth, you are my puppet, obeying my commands and acting on my orders.”

He Zhao was shocked and sensed danger, but he had no power to resist Ru Shou. With a wave of Ru Shou’s hand, He Zhao’s spirit was bound, unable to move or speak, like a puppet.

Ru Shou began reciting scriptures, and as he spoke, golden lotuses bloomed, spreading across the chaotic sea. The chanting resonated within He Zhao’s soul, calming his mind. He Zhao found himself wanting to kneel before Ru Shou, feeling an innate urge to submit.

“No, this isn’t right…” Despite his struggle against this overpowering influence, He Zhao’s resistance only seemed to deepen his entrapment. Given the disparity in cultivation between Ru Shou and He Zhao, this indoctrination was not something He Zhao could resist with mere willpower.

Ru Shou nodded slightly, approving of He Zhao’s reaction. The secret of the Sovereign was too significant to share with He Zhao. Turning him into a puppet was the optimal choice. Ru Shou planned to first control He Zhao, then take over the leader of Dream Ruins City upon returning.

As He Zhao’s consciousness continued to sink, on the brink of losing his sense of self, applause echoed in the sea of chaos. A handsome young man, Lu Xuan, appeared, walking on air.

“The ‘Enlightenment Sutra’ from the Holy Buddha Sect, you sure know a lot, Senior Ru Shou.”

“Gong Gong?” Ru Shou was on guard.

“Yes, it’s me,” Lu Xuan nodded. “We’re supposed to be allies, and yet here you are, attacking your own… That’s hardly ethical.”

“This matter is none of your concern,” Ru Shou retorted coldly. “I merely need an obedient assistant.”

“An assistant without even a basic understanding of cultivation?” Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to replace everyone in the Immortal Tomb Organization with your people, or did you discover the secret of Dream Ruins

Lu Xuan might not have Ru Shou’s depth of knowledge in ancient history, but he deduced the situation from Ru Shou’s actions. From the beginning, he had been observing Ru Shou, and despite the limitations of the puppet, he sensed something was amiss.

“Gong Gong, I don’t want to fight you. Leave if you’re wise,” Ru Shou warned. “Remember, your assessment is still in my hands. I only need to say one word, and the others will vote you out.”

“You remind me,” Lu Xuan nodded. “I won’t know how to conclude that girl’s assessment if I don’t deal with you.”

With a gesture, He Zhao’s figure vanished, freed from Ru Shou’s control. Ru Shou was shocked, unable to detect Lu Xuan’s method. However, Ru Shou wasn’t overly worried since this was just a spiritual projection, not even his true soul, and destroying it wouldn’t harm him. His true self was hidden in an extremely secret place, safe from discovery.

Lu Xuan stepped forward, and the surroundings shifted. He Zhao’s chaotic soul sea began to clear, with the heavy, murky elements sinking and the lighter, clearer ones rising. The world split, and light shone forth. In Lu Xuan’s hand appeared a burning milfoil.

Below him, a nine-tiered altar emerged, towering into the clouds. Lu Xuan ascended the altar, holding the stalk aloft, and bowed towards Ru Shou’s direction.

In an instant, Ru Shou’s spiritual projection established a soul channel with his true self. Ru Shou tried to disintegrate his projection but to no avail. Lu Xuan had immobilized it before taking action, unbeknownst to Ru Shou.

The milfoil stalk burnt to ash, and with it, Ru Shou’s consciousness dissipated. His existence was erased, leaving behind only an empty shell of a soul.