Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1530 - 1456: Cell No. 14

"Are you the Ancestor of Dreams? Are you the Creator Ancestral Spirits?" Huang Yi was stunned, staring incredulously at Dream Against the Heavens.

Dream Against the Heavens nodded, "To be precise, I have fused with the Ancestor of Dreams, now I am the Ancestor of Dreams, and the Ancestor of Dreams is me."

Huang Yi was speechless with shock, finally understanding why Dream Against the Heavens won the Best Individual Award.

Dream Against the Heavens actually fused with the Creator Ancestral Spirits, an unprecedented feat worthy of the Best Individual Award at any annual ceremony.

Huang Yi absorbed the blood of the "Moon Father" and himself became a being similar to the Creator Ancestral Spirits. But his ability is more of a potential rather than actual power, needing to grow before wielding the strength of the Creator Ancestral Spirits, unlike Dream Against the Heavens’ direct fusion.

However, Huang Yi wasn’t worried about always being inferior to Dream Against the Heavens. He is a Nephilim, with the most powerful demonic bloodline in the Three Realms, growing ever stronger. Even Evolution is just one of the abilities of this bloodline; for now, he’s merely falling short of Dream Against the Heavens.

"So, go ahead and release Meng Xi, I’ll handle what follows." Dream Against the Heavens said, then coughed again.

His body looked frail, but within it seemed to contain a power that could shake the entire Mortal Universe.

"Okay!" Huang Yi nodded, took out the Book of Heroes, flipped to the front page, and recited the summoning spell —

"Feared by the Pantheon, Heroes’ Prison!"

The next moment, a gigantic black dragon head suddenly appeared from nowhere, dominating the skyline of Dragon City, casting a massive shadow that shrouded streets and lanes, as if night had fallen early.

This dragon head had its mouth wide open, eyes blinking, clearly alive, exuding a deity-like pressure.

"Hmm? Dark Demon Dragon Molei? Interesting! Interesting!" Dream Against the Heavens looked up at the dragon head and smiled slightly, as if familiar with it.

"You... you have a familiar aura... are you... the Ancestor of Dreams?" The dragon head’s enormous eyes gazed down at Dream Against the Heavens with a suspicious expression.

Dream Against the Heavens nodded, his eyes revealing a sense of timelessness, "We met during the Eternal Ancient Era, epochs have passed, and you’ve become like this."

"Not just me, your daughter Meng Xi is also imprisoned in the Heroes’ Prison, I can still feel her presence in dreams." The dragon head rumbled deeply.

"Then just right, give me her cell key, I’ll go take a look." Huang Yi said, flying towards the massive dragon mouth, as if being devoured.

Once inside Heroes’ Prison, a key automatically flew to him from the air, numbered unmistakably as 14.

For cells numbered in the top 15, one needs not just the corresponding key but enough strength to break the cell’s seal; Huang Yi’s current strength could already open cell 14.

Soon, Huang Yi arrived at the door of cell 14. The door was inscribed with a complex and large sealing magic circle, emitting wisps of grayish-white aura, representing the power of death. If a mortal touched this aura, they’d instantly be drained of life and die.

As the Prison Warden, Huang Yi was unfazed by the aura, walking right into it, taking out the key, and inserting it into the cell door’s keyhole.

Immediately, the magic circle on the cell door pulsed with a dazzling red light, alternating between bright and dim like a warning light, cautioning Huang Yi not to act rashly.

Huang Yi placed his hands on the door, pushing hard, his body’s immense divine power surging to his palms and acting on the door.

The magic circle on the door flickered faster and faster, the frequency of its alternation accelerating!

Finally, the magic circle became steady, no longer flickering.

"Boom~" With a rumbling sound, the cell door was slowly pushed open, indicating the seal had been lifted; the criminal inside remained trapped, but outsiders could now enter.

The space within the cell was shrouded in the grayish-white aura of death, obscuring any view of its contents, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Huang Yi lingered at the threshold for a moment, then took a deep breath and strode in.

As he stepped inside, his surroundings instantly transformed, taking him to another place.

This was the entrance of a castle, the circular iron gate of this dreamlike castle bore four large words —

"Dreamland Wonderland"

Peering through the gate, he could vaguely see spired buildings, a deep garden, and clear fountains among other sights, fantastical and enchanting, urging exploration.

This scene was more exquisite than any other cell environment he’d encountered, indicating the prisoner inside was particularly powerful.

Huang Yi pushed the gate open, stepping into the dreamlike castle.

"Hehe~" Suddenly, a crisp girl’s laughter erupted from a distant flowerbed.

In that flowerbed appeared a delicately cute young loli, clad in a little dress, with a small flower tucked into her long blond hair, happily laughing with a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man bent down, dotingly gazing at the little girl, gently tweaking her little nose.

This middle-aged man looked exactly like Dream Against the Heavens!

It seemed that was the humanoid form of the Ancestor of Dreams. And that little girl should be his daughter, Meng Xi.

At that moment, the little girl mischievously leapt, darting into a garden behind her, joyfully looking back, "Come catch me! Come catch me!"

The middle-aged man dotingly chuckled, shaking his head helplessly, seemingly unable to deal with the playful little girl.

Huang Yi immediately chased after her, following the little girl as she ran, traversing the spired flower house, stepping onto a violet flower gallery, passing through grape arbors, and entering a secluded secret garden.

The garden was filled with diverse exotic flora, a faint fragrance lingering in the air.

By then, the little girl had grown up, becoming a graceful and elegant maiden, her golden hair no longer flowing freely but meticulously braided into a plait.

Beside her stood a tall, slender, handsome youth, gazing affectionately at her.

Noticing the youth’s gaze, she shyly smiled, her cheeks blushing, grasping her golden plait, biting it with her teeth, she ran off like a butterfly dancing in the breeze.

The youth pursued her, the two frolicking amidst the flowers, laughter occasionally ringing out, gradually spreading far and wide.