Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1404: Illusory Dream

Zhang Yi and Hua Hua's arrival also drew the attention of the Lord of the Charnel Ground, Deji, and the others.

Deji was about to collect the Divine Source, but seeing Zhang Yi, he immediately became cautious.

"Mr. Chaos, you're too late. We found this Divine Source first!"

Zhang Yi said calmly, "Not too late. Not too late at all."

Behind him, a massive shadow rose up like a human, then transformed into a doorway.

From within that doorway, Chodak led the superhumans of the Pagyi Family into the hall.

They stared intently at the Divine Source on the display platform ahead, their weapons pointed unceremoniously at Deji and his men.

Although they were now in Nasha and needed to face the threat of the Tri-Eyed Clan,

no one had forgotten that the Pagyi Family and the Yasha Langtai Family were locked in a life-and-death blood feud.

Deji's face immediately darkened, and he moved to seize it first.

Zhang Yi raised his White Owl pistols. "I'd advise you not to do anything rash!"

Feeling a terrifying aura of death envelop his body, Deji's movements froze in place.

Zhang Yi sneered coldly. "Since when did something like you get to act on its own here?"

His meaning was clear: among everyone present, only he and the Lord of the Charnel Ground had the right to decide the Divine Source's ownership.

The Lord of the Charnel Ground gazed at Zhang Yi with a peaceful expression.

His eyes were as deep and vast as mountains and seas, as if containing endless worlds within them.

He slowly raised his hand and gave a gesture of respect, like the Buddha picking a flower.

"Mr. Chaos, this is not the time for internal conflict. You have already gained considerable benefits. Shouldn't you now concede this to our Sangha Monastery?"

Zhang Yi said flatly, "I was entrusted with a task, so I have no choice. Since I've laid eyes on this thing, it means destiny has tied it to me. According to your Buddhist teachings, you should be magnanimous and let me have it. What's this? Can't even monks keep their minds pure these days?"

When facing the Tri-Eyed Clan, they could unite against a common enemy.

But their relationship was far from friendly.

The Pagyi Family's commission to him was to prevent the Sangha Monastery from gaining greater power beneath the Demon Abyss.

Of course, the more important point was that Zhang Yi truly wanted that Divine Source.

He had many geniuses under his command.

Whether it was Lu Keran, Liang Yue, or Yang Xinxin, they were all top-tier talents.

Their superhuman ability limits were stuck at the Delta level.

But Zhang Yi understood that if he could help them break through to the Epsilon realm, their strength would explode dramatically.

In the future, Zhang Yi needed them to become his right and left hands.

His meaning was clear: among everyone present, only he and the Lord of the Charnel Ground had the right to decide the Divine Source's ownership.

Only superhumans like Yang Xinxin, Zhou Ke'er, Yang Siya, and Lu Keran—those with high intelligence and powerful support abilities—could truly provide assistance on the battlefield.

The Lord of the Charnel Ground let out a soft sigh.

"Benefactor, you are clinging to appearances."

His gaze at Zhang Yi was filled with compassion, yet there was an indescribable, ineffable meaning within it.

Just one look at those eyes made a person feel as if they were sinking completely into them.

Zhang Yi frowned and was about to say something.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked up to see a pristine white ceiling.

"Eh????"

The scene before him was somewhat familiar, yet in his mind, it felt like he hadn't seen it in a very long time.

Right now, Zhang Yi felt the soft warmth beneath him—he must have been lying down.

It took him about five seconds to remember where this place was.

What he was looking at was clearly the ceiling of his own home.

That's right, his home—the three-bedroom apartment on the 24th floor of the Yuelu Residential Complex in West Mountain District, Tianhai City.

Zhang Yi sat up from the bed in a daze, his head feeling groggy from just waking up.

In his mind, there seemed to be many complex and brilliant memories, but after waking, they were quickly fading away.

There were still some lingering traces, but after waking from a dream, most of what happened in the dream is usually forgotten.

A warm sensation came from beside him. Zhang Yi squinted his eyes and looked to the side. The sunlight outside the window was gentle, softly shining onto his bed.

"Eh??? Am I... waking up? Or am I still asleep?"

"No, that's not right. Wasn't it supposed to be the end of the world by now?"

"Is this a dream?"

Zhang Yi rubbed his face vigorously, but when he opened his eyes again, he was still in his nicely decorated home.

He sat up from the bed, slipped on his slippers, and walked to the window.

The black aluminum alloy window frame was warm to the touch when he reached out after it had been bathed in sunlight.

Although he cleaned it regularly, there was still a thin layer of dust; when he wiped it with his finger, it left a print on his index fingertip.

Zhang Yi looked out the window. The sunlight made him squint slightly. Everything felt so real.

He suddenly found it hard to tell which was reality—this moment or the apocalypse in his memories.

Zhang Yi pinched his thigh hard, and soon he was grimacing and sucking in a sharp breath.

"Damn, that hurts! Could it be that I was just dreaming?"

For some reason, a great sense of loss suddenly washed over his heart.

Because the remnants of the dream seemed to hold many wonderful experiences and many people who had accompanied him through long years.

Zhang Yi was lost for a moment. He walked to the sofa in front of the French window and lay down weakly.

Closing his eyes, he wanted to sleep again.

It seemed that when he woke up, everything he saw would become real.

Whether this place was the dream, or everything he had seen before was the dream.

Falling back asleep was always easy.

When he woke up again, it was already past ten in the morning.

He was awakened by the ringing of his phone alarm. Zhang Yi grabbed his phone from the bedside table. The familiar feel—it was still his newly bought Huawei Mate 600 Pro.

The caller ID showed his girlfriend, Fang Yuqing.

Zhang Yi quickly answered the call. He and Fang Yuqing had been in a relationship for half a year now, and their feelings had always been very good. They planned to get married around National Day next year.

"Hey, Yuqing!"

A soft, pleasant female voice came from the other end of the line, carrying a hint of reproach. "I've been calling you forever! Why did it take you so long to answer? Aren't you home?"

Zhang Yi quickly replied, "I am home!"

"Then why didn't anyone answer when I rang the doorbell?"

Zhang Yi rubbed his throbbing temples. "Oh, oh, oh, just wait a moment. I'll come open the door right away."

Slipping on his sandals, Zhang Yi hurried to the entrance to open the door.

The door opened, and outside stood a delicate girl wearing a white dress, Gucci shoes, and carrying a Chanel bag.

It was none other than Zhang Yi's girlfriend, Fang Yuqing.

Behind her was her close friend, Lin Caining. Although she was slightly less attractive than Fang Yuqing, she had always had a great personality, and because Fang Yuqing knew Zhang Yi, she had always been Zhang Yi's friend as well.