Demon Cultivator: Heaven and earth are the cauldron, and all living beings are the medicine

The Sea of Slaughter, within the Dream Realm, second level.

At this moment, in a space resembling the cosmos, Ning Lu held the Primordial Ancient Cauldron, radiating dazzling blood-colored light, frantically absorbing tens of thousands of divine senses from all around.

These divine senses were without consciousness. Seeing this scene, they frantically darted around like headless flies, attempting to escape Ning Lu's clutches.

Ning Lu took a large step forward, his figure like thunder, traversing this realm, constantly absorbing the golden, fleeing divine senses.

"With so many divine senses, each with a cultivation base as high as the Nascent Soul Realm, once I refine them with the Primordial Ancient Cauldron, it will surely help me break through to the Nascent Soul!"

Thinking this, Ning Lu's figure became even faster, traversing the realm, absorbing large amounts of divine senses with immense aura.

Just then, Ning Lu caught a glimpse of a cluster of five-colored light in his peripheral vision, appearing particularly dazzling in the surrounding darkness.

He abruptly stopped, turned his head, and looked towards the source of that five-colored light.

A cluster of five-colored fireflies floated in mid-air, shimmering with dazzling light, like a dandelion drifting in the realm, constantly flowing within this space.

"What is this?"

Ning Lu frowned, a sense of doubt arising in his heart.

Without hesitation, he moved like lightning, rushing forward and grabbing the constantly drifting fireflies with his right hand.

In an instant, the five-colored fireflies erupted with immense aura, and Ning Lu felt an irresistible wave of drowsiness wash over him, immediately falling into a deep sleep.

In Ning Lu's mind, the scene changed.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and found himself in a five-colored space, with a hundred-foot-tall phantom appearing before him.

Ning Lu looked up, gazing into the sky, sizing up the massive phantom.

The phantom wore a white robe, had a handsome young face, yet sported long white hair.

The young man's eyes were tightly closed, as if deeply asleep, unaware of Ning Lu's presence.

"This immense aura? Such a huge phantom? More than a hundred times stronger than the previous Celestial Crane Elder! Such vast and ethereal dream power, could he be Meng Shang, the Immortal Slumber Sect Master mentioned by the Celestial Crane Elder?"

Ning Lu's figure stood before this massive phantom, like a tiny speck of dust, utterly insignificant!

He carefully analyzed, logically and reasonably, and finally determined that the man before him was highly likely to be the Immortal Slumber Sect Master mentioned by the Celestial Crane Elder.

"A phantom is already hundreds of feet tall, it seems the person before me should be the Immortal Slumber Sect Master, a Dream Dao cultivator at the peak of the Transformation God Realm! The leader of the Dream Dao in the mortal realm! One of the strongest combatants in the mortal realm!"

Ning Lu carefully felt the immense and ethereal dream power around him, slowly opened his clenched right hand, and looked at the cluster of five-colored fireflies in his palm.

"If I'm not mistaken, this cluster of fireflies should be the material mentioned by the Celestial Crane Elder for condensing dream fragments! But how many of these tiny clusters of fireflies are needed to condense a dream fragment?"

Ning Lu was troubled. At this moment, he understood that as long as he condensed a dream fragment, he could pass through the second level of the Dream Realm and reach the final level!

However, precisely because of this, his heart became even more furrowed!

"No wonder the Celestial Crane Elder said this level is extremely difficult! I've traveled so far in this realm and only managed to find a cluster of five-colored fireflies, and to synthesize a dream fragment, I need at least a hundred clusters of five-colored fireflies. When will I ever find them all?"

Just as Ning Lu was frowning, his expression solemn, and his heart troubled, a flash of inspiration struck his mind, and a whimsical idea suddenly appeared!

"That's right! These many divine senses in this realm, although they have no intelligence, they have the most basic survival instincts! This proves that they should be able to understand the most basic human instructions!

I have the Primordial Ancient Cauldron in hand, and their lives are all in my control! Why should I not be able to control them?

With my strength alone, wanting to find five-colored fireflies and condense a dream fragment, I'm afraid it will take hundreds of years to succeed!

But if I can control tens of thousands of divine senses, make them work for me! Let them become my free labor! Help me find the five-colored fireflies in the realm! In this way, why should I not be able to condense a dream fragment?"

With this thought, Ning Lu moved his figure at will, left the five-colored space before him, and slowly woke up from his deep sleep.

Then, he immediately summoned all the divine senses that had not yet been refined in the Primordial Ancient Cauldron, his face stern, and his tone severe.

"You! Wander in this realm and help me find this thing in my hand! Once you find it, immediately return and give it to me! Don't have any crooked thoughts, if I discover any intention to escape, even if you are thousands of miles away, I will kill you!"

Ning Lu spoke, while spreading his palm, showing the cluster of five-colored fireflies in his hand to the divine senses.

As soon as his voice fell, the divine senses showed fear, immediately turned around, and their figures constantly shuttled through the realm, frantically starting to search for five-colored fireflies.

Dream Realm, final level.

A wisp of soul, with a fearful expression, knelt before Meng Shang, his voice trembling.

"Lord Meng Shang! Your subordinate is incompetent, it seems someone has broken into the second level of the Dream Realm! Killed many divine senses, and now, many divine senses under my control have had their connection severed!"

Meng Shang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. Not only was he not angry, but a look of excitement appeared on his face.

"Oh? After so many years, someone has broken into the second level of the Dream Realm again? Hahaha! You don't need to blame yourself. For us, this is great news!"

Upon hearing this, a look of doubt suddenly appeared on the soul's face, and he asked, puzzled.

"Lord! What do you mean by this? We nine subordinates are doing our best to find five-colored fireflies and condense the last dream fragment! But now that an outsider has broken in, isn't this seriously slowing down the speed at which we condense dream fragments?"

Meng Shang shook his head repeatedly, his face smiling.

"No, no! Think about it! Since that person can pass through the first level of the Dream Realm, it proves that his cultivation is at least at the Transformation God Realm!

A Transformation God Realm cultivator, facing the group of useless divine senses in the second level of the Dream Realm, is naturally easy to deal with!

However, the number of divine senses in the second level is so large that it is impossible to count them all! No matter how strong that cultivator is, it is only a matter of time before he dies in the second level!

And after a Transformation God Realm cultivator dies in the second level, he will also turn into divine sense, and will retain his intelligence! Therefore, even after he dies, he will continue to look for five-colored fireflies and condense dream fragments!

When the time comes, after he condenses a dream fragment, he will arrive in this realm where we are! Although my power is now sealed, with you nine subordinates, why should we fear him?

When that time comes, we only need to sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor, and snatch the last dream fragment from his hands, and we can leave this space!"

After these words, the wisp of soul nodded repeatedly, constantly praising.

"Lord is wise! Lord is wise!"