"Puh——"
In a cave fifty miles away from Dinghu, a scholar with a pale face opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of sticky blood tinged with red and blue.
His face underwent drastic changes, sometimes human and sometimes growing scales like that of a serpent. Suddenly, his head split and multiple snake heads crowded together, struggling frenziedly.
After a long while, the transformations finally ceased and the scholar caught his breath.
"The dream realm... indeed, one must not underestimate a sect as influential as Dinghu that has its fate tied to the nation," the scholar murmured as he checked his injuries.
"My Primordial Spirit is severely injured, and one of my avatars has been captured, trapped within an Illusion Realm. Dammit, this time I've really stumbled. Fortunately, I staked it all, or else I would have had to rely on the tentacles left in the Great Venerable's hands to cling onto life."