If Huaiyu guessed correctly, those blue-green circles of light should be the souls of these dried corpses, and the picture he saw should be the dreams of the dried corpses before they died, Wang Xiaolian didn't know what spell was used to channel the souls of the dried corpses into the cage-like vines and lock them. The bodies that have lost their souls quickly dry up, and the souls remain in the dream forever.

And those dreams that can introduce mortal souls, even immortal souls, into cage-like vines should all be real, or the happiest and most memorable time in those lives.

Wang Xiaolian's so-called Elysium is actually to let a person's soul stay forever in the dream of the happiest time of his life, and the cycle repeats.

Huaiyu's eyes glowed with a thick coldness, and Wang Xiaolian thought that he had sent people to Elysium. As everyone knows, these people not only lose their lives, but their souls will always be trapped in dreams and cannot be reincarnated.

As a human being in two lives, what Huaiyu hates most is this kind of person who manipulates the fate of others with his own likes and dislikes!

"Uhhh

The Warm Sun Sword came out of its sheath in response, and Huaiyu continuously swung his sword to split several vine cages in the tree hole, wanting to let these souls come out in front of him.

Something unexpected happened, none of those spirits flew away, still floating quietly in the cage.

Huaiyu was stunned for a long time, and sighed lightly, she forgot that in this world, there are many people who would rather revel in the happiness of the past than accept the real status quo. Even if you know that the happiness in front of you is false, you still fall into it without hesitation, until you pay all the price, and never look back.

The vines that had been split by Huaiyu before slowly rewound into the shape of a cage, enveloping the soul.

Huaiyu shook her head, figuring out the secrets of Elysium, she was more worried about Dong Yuan, Luo Xiang, and Chen Hua. She didn't waste time here, she quickly summoned the male bee, and cast a swift talisman under each of her feet, this swift talisman is a unique spiritual talisman of the Qin family, which can travel thousands of miles a day, but this talisman is too consuming of spiritual power, usually, Huaiyu's humble spiritual power, but I don't want to waste it on walking.

Now that it is a life-and-death stall, how can Huaiyu take care of so much. She sped under her feet, the wind in her ears, and chased the male bee in front of her.

When she ran, Huaiyu knew that the hole that Wang Xiaolian brought them to was far bigger than she imagined, and she also understood the true meaning of Wang Xiaolian's sentence "They are all in the belly of the macaroni tree". There is an extremely huge tree here, which should be the Tongxin technique mentioned by Gao Gongzi and Wang Xiaolian before, and Huaiyu and the others have passed through those caves before, which are only a few of the countless tree holes in this big tree. Huaiyu even had the illusion that this tree was not planted on Caiyun Peak, but that Caiyun Peak grew on this tree.

Along the way, Huaiyu saw many dried corpses wrapped in vines and souls locked in cages, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, how many people this Wang Xiaolian had harmed.

Huaiyu walked in the cave for most of the day, but still didn't find Dongyuan and them.

"Let's do it—" The swift talisman under Huaiyu's feet began to crumble, her spiritual power was not much left, if she couldn't find it again, this swift talisman would stop because her spiritual power was exhausted. When the time comes, she will have to find someone on foot.

The male bee suddenly stopped, plunged headlong into a mass of red vines on the edge of the rock wall, and did not come out again.

Huaiyu was overjoyed between his eyebrows, took off the swift talisman, came to this red vine, and opened the vines in a panic, a handsome face appeared with a clear and handsome face, different from the cold and indifferent expression in the past, Dong Yuan's eyes were closed, his eyebrows were curved, his cheeks were shining with reddish, and the corners of his mouth rose into a deep arc.

Huaiyu's body stiffened, and such a bright smile actually came out of that "ice cube face", could it be that he had been-

Huaiyu stretched out a finger tremblingly, probing his snort before letting out a sigh.

Thankfully, he's still alive. Otherwise, she would have owed him his life.

After being nervous, Huaiyu wondered a little, why did he smile so happily, what kind of spring and autumn dream was this?

She looked up and was surprised to find that the aperture above Dong Yuan's head was golden, and the shape of other people's souls was round, but Dong Yuan's soul was missing a piece, for example, like a piece of sugar cake being gnawed off, it was extremely weird.

Huaiyu was stunned, he couldn't imagine that this soul was the same as a person, there was a difference between beauty and smell, this cave abyss was outstanding in appearance and talent, I didn't expect the soul to be so ugly, God is really fair.

Huaiyu didn't think much about it, shouted Dong Yuan's name, and pushed his body hard, intending to wake him up, but Dong Yuan didn't react at all.

Huaiyu took out a soul-attracting talisman from his bosom, intending to lure the soul of Dong Yuan back from the cage to his body. However, as soon as the soul charm touched the golden soul of the cave abyss, it disappeared.

Huaiyu's brows furrowed, is this a dream of Yan Ruyu? Or is it a female fairy?

Dong Yuan's snort became weaker and weaker, Huaiyu gritted her teeth, and had to go to his dream to find out the reason, she reached out and grabbed the vine cage above Dong Yuan.

Huaiyu's eyes turned rapidly with the change of the picture in front of him, and a look of more and more surprise appeared on his face.

She neither saw Yan Ruyu in Dongyuan's dream, nor did she see the female immortal.

She saw herself—Qin Huaiyu.

Two hundred and eighty years ago, Huaiyu was seriously injured in childhood, causing the memories before the injury to be blurred, and at this time, as the images in front of him gathered, those locked memories rushed in like snowflakes, reassembling its original appearance.