From that point on, Tang Long never dreamed of that Daoist again, but his dreams never stopped.

In his dreams, he saw blood-red eyes beyond the Star River, watching the Ancestor Star with greed and dread in their gaze.

As time went on, the scenes he dreamed of became more and more numerous, more and more specific.

He saw three figures slowly emerge under the watchful gaze of countless scarlet eyes, dismantling the Golden Dragon coiling around the Ancestor Star.

He saw Blue Star becoming desolate, saw the Human Race moving away from their ancestral land, and invisible chains transforming into a cage shackling the Ancestor Star.

Tang Long felt an uncontrollable anger towards everything in his dreams, like the pure land in his heart, his home, was about to be tainted with furious rage!

During the dreaming process, his heart and spirit grew stronger, and the existence of those two small hands within his heart and spirit became clearer, though they lacked intelligence.

Yet, like an encyclopedia, whenever he had doubts in his heart, those small hands would provide the answers.

He gradually became certain that everything in his dreams would one day become reality.

Thus, starting at the age of ten, Tang Long began to secretly search for talents on the Ancestor Star, attempting to make a counterattack and response.

As his heart and spirit grew even stronger, his dreams became more concrete.

He saw in his dreams the most powerful of the three, cloaked in gold and silver, and dreamt of thirteen black spikes falling, tainting the Golden Dragon's scales, so he began planning early on.

All in order to wait for this day to come.

And recently, he dreamed of a new scene.

In the vast and brilliant sky, crimson clouds and celestial light covered everything, where the Daluo walked, met with respectful greetings by Immortal Divine.

In the palace of the supreme existence, laughter and conversation flowed, while he sat cross-legged outside the majestic hall, amidst the Immortals, gazing towards that newly opened palace next to the Supreme Hall.

That magnificent palace was filled with Immortal Light, heavenly chants arose, myriad paths blossomed into lotuses, and the Supreme personally bestowed its name as...

Profound Origin Hall!!!

Listening to everything Tang Long described, Su Tu's eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Yet Tang Long remained immersed in that dream scene.

"I had no right to enter that Supreme Hall, but at the moment the supreme name was given, I saw the appearance of that one."

"Profound Origin Dao Venerable, the second disciple of the Supreme."

"That one's appearance was identical to yours."

Tang Long's voice was filled with excitement, and his gaze towards Su Tu carried an indescribable admiration and excitement.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of strange color crossed Su Tu's eyes.

"Disaster is approaching, Jiazi Tai Sui..."

He murmured the words spoken by that mysterious Daoist in Tang Long's dream, and a name leapt to his mind.

Eye within the palm, Jiazi Tai Sui God!

Jiazi Tai Sui God, also known as Tai Sui Star Monarch, is among the Immortals a Star Monarch mastering the concept of 'disaster', hence the saying 'against Tai Sui'.

He naturally presides over 'disaster', so being able to foresee disasters in the mortal world is nothing unusual.

And Tai Sui Star Monarch is a renowned figure among the Immortals, naturally having the qualification to witness the Supreme accepting disciples outside the Supreme Hall, as for inside...

It can only be said, none but the Daluo may enter.

According to Tang Long, he had been foreseeing disasters and united with those small hands, thus that segment of memory should be from Tai Sui Star Monarch's memory.

Tang Long merely happened to dream of the moment of the Supreme accepting disciples, which is not surprising.

But now the question is, why did this Star Monarch appear in Tang Long's dreams...

Moreover, according to Tang Long, those small hands are within his heart and spirit, while the eye within the palm is missing.

If I remember correctly, Tang Yangwu had those striking eyes...

"Later, I consulted ancient texts and confirmed the identity of the Daoist in my dreams as Tai Sui Star Monarch, with the Star Monarch's remnants embedded in my heart and spirit. I thus claim to be an Immortal's reincarnation, to steady the mind beneath the mask."

"But before the Great Daoist Venerable, I dare not address myself so, yet unwilling to forgo the word Immortal, I therefore call myself a descendant of the Immortal."

"If my guess is correct, from some perspectives, both my brother and I are indeed...descendants of the Immortal."

Tang Long spoke up at this moment, providing an explanation.

Hearing this, Su Tu thought of Yang Wu's striking eyes, and couldn't help but speak: "Are you implying your birth is related to Tai Sui Star Monarch."

"Those small hands are in your heart and spirit, and those eyes, are in your brother's eyes!"

"Respected Daoist Venerable!"

Tang Long clasped his fists and bowed.

Su Tu's eyes shifted slightly, it seems the old Master Tang indeed lied, the decline of the Tang Family entering the Ancestor Star likely isn't just because of a failed power struggle.

If it was just Tang Long dreaming of that Daoist, it could perhaps be termed fate, but with this pair of twins, the brother with Tai Sui's hands, the other with the Star Monarch's eyes, this can absolutely not be coincidence.

The matter of the Tang Family back then must be related to the Immortals!

However, now is not the time to delve deep, forbidden movements have already begun, the Spring and Autumn Wealth God has already acted.

The desolate scene where the Ancestor Star withers and the Human Race departs from Tang Long's dream must not occur, the most important thing right now is to resolve this matter.

Thus, he did not dwell on Tang Long's identity, but kept this matter in his heart.

"The reason you could kill the martial artists at those twelve points is because of those hands, isn't it?"

Su Tu spoke up at this moment.

He had just sensed with his heart and spirit, throughout the entire outpost, there were only about eleven or twelve martial artists, all of whom were native Human Race.

Each boasted strength nearing the Third Realm, which is already considered top-level talents among the native Human Race, but if these were the entirety of the Mask's battle strength.

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