Su Muyao could see that along the way, some of the walls bore faintly glowing golden talismans, indicating the restrictions set by this residence.

Normally, touching a restriction would result in being overwhelmed by the spiritual energy pressure, or, in severe cases, getting annihilated.

Yet, she seemed completely unaffected.

She couldn’t even feel the suppressive force of that pressure.

Walking through it was as ordinary as walking anywhere else.

It was somewhat strange.

Although the scenery in her dreams was the same, there were still some things she didn’t understand.

Many scenes that flashed in her dream were blurry.

Including why she ended up in a snowstorm-covered cave back when she was Su Qingluo, she didn’t know.

Moreover, the further she walked in this direction, the more she felt a tug from deep within her soul, pulling and summoning her in an irresistible way.

She wanted to figure some things out, so she continued walking in a certain direction toward the inner courtyard.

Deep within the ancient house, everything was silent, with only her footsteps echoing through the corridors. After an unknown length of time, a courtyard surrounded by black lock chains came into view, the chains engraved with talismans calling the divine soul.

As she approached, Su Muyao felt the heavy restrictions here.

The power these restrictions carried was formidable.

And beside the courtyard was a stele, inscribed with "Forbidden Land".

She paused, hesitating about whether to enter.

When she reached the entrance of the courtyard, contemplating if there was a way to break through, she discovered she didn’t need to do anything; those swirling golden talismans quietly dimmed, as if recognizing their master, and the once formidable spiritual power barrier transformed into a gentle breeze brushing past her.

It felt like a soft gust of wind.

Su Muyao felt a mix of doubts and uncertainties, yet her feet moved involuntarily deeper. One restriction after another became nonexistent before her; those capable of obliterating countless top experts posed no hindrance to her, as if she inherently belonged there.

At this moment, the soul’s pull reached its peak.

Especially upon seeing the scene within the courtyard, the familiarity of it shook her heart and soul.

The courtyard’s layout was minimalist, with an apricot tree, the ground paved with bluestone slabs, a stone bench, and a swing beneath the tree...

Even the room’s arrangement, every detail mirror-image of what she’d seen countless times in her dreams.

"This is so familiar, in the dream scenes, I’ve lived here for many years."

Su Muyao’s breathing gradually quickened, her footsteps drawn as if by an invisible force, step by step toward the bedside.

The gauze curtain hung gently, vaguely revealing a figure lying on the bed.

"Who is this?"

"Su Qingluo?"

"No, it isn’t."

Su Muyao realized that Su Qingluo was once her, and this was where dream-Su Qingluo lived, so it felt extremely strange and wrong.

It was as if she was so close to the secret.

She couldn’t resist reaching out her hand.

At the moment she lifted the curtain and saw the person on the bed, Su Muyao froze, her fingers trembling slightly.

It was a breathtakingly beautiful man of indeterminate gender, with ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall over the brocade quilt, skin fairer than snow, a natural masterpiece, his features exquisitely crafted like a creator’s most perfect work.

His profile was softly defined yet imposing, his eyes tightly closed, with long, thick eyelashes casting delicate shadows on his eyelids, lying quietly yet radiating an aura that shook one’s heart, drawing them readily to him, willingly to sink.

"It’s him!"

"The one in the dream, the Chaos Wild Beastman."

"No, this should be Cui Liyi of the Cui Residence."

In the dream, as Su Qingluo, he was the Cui Residence’s young master she aimed to win over, while his true form was a Chaos Wild Beastman.

A supremely cold and callous person.

Yet in the dream, the memories from later were vague, she didn’t know if she succeeded in winning him over.

The Destruction Tribulation had spanned 100,000 years on Cang Beast Continent; it should indeed have come, but this time, somehow it seemed delayed.

Was it because he hadn’t awakened, always in slumber?

Also, Luo Leshuang, as one of the Ten Great Guardians of the Chaos Wild Beastman, was intent on killing her.

It was probably related to him as well.

Thinking of these things, Su Muyao’s heart raced wildly.

At this moment, Su Muyao fell into contemplation, not noticing a scent mixed with a clean and enticing allure emanating from the man, drifting into her nostrils in wisps, making her mouth dry, cheeks flush, limbs somewhat weak, and slightly dizzy.

Immediately after, her body involuntarily fell toward the bed, on the verge of collapsing onto the man. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Just then, voices came from outside.

"There’s nothing wrong here, why make a fuss?"

"Guard Chen, it’s just that when I returned after leaving, I found the door open, so I was a bit concerned."

"Concerned about what? The restriction hasn’t been activated, meaning nothing is amiss, even if the master has slumbered for tens of thousands of years, there’s no need to worry. If any outsiders dare trespass here, the master’s Divine Soul Consciousness will automatically trigger the barrier, slaughtering all intruders."

"Yes, yes, I was overly worried. It’s mainly because we brought those females in this time, I was concerned one of them might be a spy, worried something might go wrong."

Guard Chen replied, "Being cautious is good. Those females can’t be trusted; tens of thousands of years ago, the master was deceived and harmed by a seemingly kind and innocent female, causing a drop in his realm, unable to awaken normally."

"If not for the master’s emotional involvement needing a female to awaken, we wouldn’t resort to such measures."

"In a few days during the sacrificial rite, let them go to the array altar; use their heart blood to activate our clan’s summoning technique. If one has her divine soul related to that woman, it’ll undoubtedly awaken the master. This matter is of utmost importance, can’t afford any mistake."

"Yes..."

The purpose of those females was to use their fresh heart blood to awaken the master.

Of course, they wouldn’t be subjected to life-threatening harm, but also couldn’t be allowed to discover the whereabouts of this place.

They had to remain in slumber during these days.

This Guard Chen gave some instructions, while the steward and servants listened attentively.

As they spoke, they headed toward the room.

Su Muyao’s expression changed; she knew she couldn’t let them find her.

In a hurry, she quickly glanced around. The room was too simplistic, with no hiding spot apart from the bed.

In desperation, she held her breath and swiftly hid under the bed’s brocade quilt, lying underneath it, minimizing her presence.

The space within the quilt was small; to avoid detection, she carefully inched closer to the man, ensuring the quilt covered her entirely and trying not to let it bulge noticeably.

Thus, she was practically completely pressed against the man.

His body temperature was low, with a jade-like coolness, dispelling the inexplicable heat rising from her body moments ago.

Yet, she couldn’t care about that now, her mind tensely alert.

Her current power couldn’t be fully exerted, naturally making her no match for this Fierce Beastman protector.

Therefore, she held her breath.

Surely she wouldn’t notice any movement from the nearby Cui Liyi.

According to what these people said, their master Cui Liyi had been asleep for tens of thousands of years, hence wouldn’t awaken now.

Thus, all her attention remained on the conversation of those people outside.

She didn’t notice that as she moved closer, the man’s fingertips on the bed subtly twitched, an almost imperceptible motion.