บท 1132: Calamity, Dao Mystic Realm

Han Ye woke up from his dream after fighting for a long time.

This was not the first time he had such a dream. Every time he cultivated and entered a state, he would be tied down by such a nightmare. Most importantly, he could not deduce the karma of this dream.

Could it be because I've killed too many people, causing negative karma and grudges?

Han Ye frowned, but his Innate Great Creation was the Ultimate Killing Star. He had relied on killing to grow to this day. If he was asked to give up, it was equivalent to cutting off his right arm.

The most terrifying thing was that once Han Ye stopped killing, as time passed, his cultivation level would slowly decrease. How could he accept that he had become weaker?

"I have to resolve this dream. Otherwise, I won't be able to cultivate in the future and can only kill," Han Ye muttered to himself. He stood up and continued his plan.