Of course, Lu Yang didn't understand any [Myriad Ancient Dreams Scripture].
However, he understood One Mind very well, and had abundant experience with it.
In his view, Miao Le's [Myriad Ancient Dreams Scripture] actually shared similarities with the World Honored One's One Mind, though, of course, they were fundamentally different despite appearances.
Miao Le's main body was the rare beast named [Taiyi].
This rare beast was composed of countless different consciousness entities. Each consciousness entity possessed its own will, yet obeyed the decisions of the collective.
In terms of results, the final effect it presented was very similar to the World Honored One's One Mind, but the core was entirely different. One Mind truly meant there was only the World Honored One's single will, supreme and unparalleled. However, [Taiyi] didn't even possess the concept of an "I"; it existed in the form of a collective race.
This reminded Lu Yang of something else.
'Qi-Eating Insect.'
A Dao Art passed down in the Dao Arts Dao, yet it existed in the form of a living creature. It similarly possessed the concept of a mother insect and child insects, and also existed in the form of a swarm.
'Among the Three Foundations, the Dao Arts Dao has the most methods.'
'What the Dao Arts Dao excels at most is learning from heaven and earth. If I'm not mistaken, the Qi-Eating Insect was created by Dao Arts Dao cultivators by referencing Miao Le's main body.'
Thinking of this, Lu Yang's mind became increasingly clear:
'No wonder he created something like the Dream Dao.'
'Because his main body is a cluster of consciousness entities, his innate nature is closely related to the Dao Heart and consciousness. Rather than saying he succeeded, it's more accurate to say that attaining the Void through the Dream Dao was actually taking a wrong path...'
He should have attained the Dao Heart!
Why didn't he?
At this thought, Lu Yang suddenly shook his head and chuckled:
'Right, how could the Dao Arts Dao Lord allow his first disciple to attain the Dao Heart? Even if he hadn't gone astray on his own, the Dao Lord would have helped him go astray.'
The most obvious evidence was his Dao Heart cultivation.
Lu Yang could tell that Miao Le's Dao Heart cultivation was quite limited; its strength was only at the Great Perfection level, and he hadn't condensed the Fasting of the Mind, let alone a Primordial Spirit.
Despite being a disciple of the Dao Arts Dao Lord, and even an ancient cultivator, he hadn't even achieved the Fasting of the Mind, which left such a glaring flaw in the Dream Dao he created for himself. It was evident that the Dao Arts Dao Lord didn't hold much genuine affection for him, treating him more as a precious, highly useful tool.
To a Dao Lord, a subordinate with the potential to attain the Dao Heart was clearly a troublesome existence.
This was also why Miao Le's [Myriad Ancient Dreams Scripture] failed to dissolve his consciousness. Since Miao Le's Dao Heart cultivation was inferior to his, how could it possibly shake his will?
The same principle applied to the current situation.
Lu Yang indeed didn't understand the [Myriad Ancient Dreams Scripture], but his Dao Heart cultivation was higher. He could completely use absolute power to break through technique, forcibly simulating a similar effect.
"Thud."
In an instant, a heavy, muffled sound rumbled within the [Yellow Millet Dream], and endless light and heat transformed into a storm centered on Lu Yang, sweeping outwards.
This was also the source of his confidence in daring to explore the [Yellow Millet Dream] despite his insufficient cultivation. This plane was a place that only consciousness could enter. In other words, only consciousness could determine victory or defeat here, and with his Dao Heart, as long as a Primordial Spirit didn't appear, he could at worst retreat completely unscathed.
At this moment, Miao Le's mind was intensely shaken.
"How is this possible..."
The hand seals were clearly wrong, and the circulation of spiritual power was incorrect. None of it was proper, yet the effect was actually identical to his own [Myriad Ancient Dreams Scripture]?
What kind of joke was this!
His shock faded in a flash. In the next second, he felt as if he had floated up to the firmament. Just like Lu Yang previously, he fell into the dreamscape as if he were personally experiencing it.
Opening his eyes, Miao Le saw a sickly young man.
"Those whose names are called, step forward before me."
Very quickly, he understood his situation. He was an outer sect disciple who had just joined the Primordial Saint Sect, and was about to be assigned to cultivate in one of the outer sect's four halls.
"Joyous Union Hall!"
He was fucked to death by his senior sister.
However, the dream didn't end there; instead, it returned to the very beginning. Thus, Miao Le had to start over and figure out a way to avoid that terrifying senior sister.
"Junior brother, I have a copy of the [Primordial Dao Scripture] here..."
He died again.
Once, ten times, a hundred times... This small sect now seemed to have become a bottomless abyss, with fatal crises lurking everywhere.
By the time Miao Le snapped back to his senses, he realized that he had already died over two hundred times without knowing when. His cultivation was still at the Early Stage of Qi Refining, without any change. And without him realizing it, he had actually gotten frustrated and obsessed. A wisp of his consciousness had been worn away entirely over the course of more than two hundred deaths, dispersing like a wisp of smoke.
'Seriously… is his aptitude really this poor?
He's run the beginner stage over two hundred times and still can't clear it?
And I even went as far as preparing the [Sky-Shrouding] instance for him—thinking it might broaden his horizons…'
Lu Yang shook his head.
At his fingertips, a streak of light flickered between brightness and dimness. And trapped within it was exactly a wisp of Miao Le's consciousness, which had now completely dissipated and vanished.
This was an unexpected harvest for him.
All along, Lu Yang's methods concerning the Dao Heart and consciousness had been extremely lacking; or rather, the entire sea of light's methods in the domain of the Dao Heart were quite limited.
Up until now, Lu Yang had only ever seen one technique: [One Mind].
But now, he had witnessed a brand-new method: pulling someone into a dream world and then using a stronger Dao Heart to crush the opponent.
[Yellow Millet Dream], the dream plane.
What good stuff!
'It is rightfully destined for me...'
Lu Yang rubbed his hands together, but found that although a wisp of Miao Le's consciousness was destroyed, the face located at the very top of the dream picture scroll hadn't wavered in the slightest.
Only its demeanor and actions had changed slightly.
Lu Yang wasn't surprised by this. This was the special characteristic of the rare beast [Taiyi]; what died was only one consciousness, whereas Miao Le possessed an entire race.
This was an immortality that only life forms emerging from extremely harsh environments possessed; strictly speaking, it even transcended the influence of lifespan.
Because even if the individual decayed, the collective remained immortal.
"...That's about enough."
Lu Yang took a step back, then reached out and beckoned, forcibly extracting Yu Feng and all the other dreamers of the [Laojun Temple] from the picture scroll.
Although Yu Feng and the others weren't very happy about it.
However, Lu Yang couldn't care less about that. He directly erased their memories related to the [Yellow Millet Dream]. No sleeping, get up and work properly!
At the same time, he could also sense that while Miao Le appeared silent on the surface, he was actually already following the connection of the [Yellow Millet Dream], attempting to locate Lu Yang's specific position. And his current cultivation was still a distance away from his peak; encountering Miao Le too early would not be a good thing for him.
"Fellow Daoist, we have plenty of time ahead of us... Farewell!"
In the next second, Lu Yang vanished from the spot.
Immediately after, he returned to reality. After sending the consciousnesses of all the dreamers like Yu Feng back to their respective bodies, profound wonders instantly unfurled beneath his feet.
In an instant, the entire [Laojun Temple], and even all the cultivators and mortals under its jurisdiction, vanished without a trace.
Less than ten breaths later, the firmament cracked open, and a giant hand descended from the sky. With a loud boom, it instantly smashed the area below into fine powder.