Chapter 51 Nightmare

"Don't you think I'm being too disrespectful?" Nightmare watched them chatting engrossedly, and said angrily, "Shouldn't you beg me to return my power to you?"

"I asked you to pay it back but you won't." Chi Changyuan slapped him with his palm without any hesitation, his heart still filled with anger for being fooled by the Golden God.

The Hanxu Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom were not close, but in his impression, the God of Gold had always been an upright, kind, cheerful and extremely powerful god.

But now, Nightmare told them that he would only absorb divine power, not "pollute" it as the Golden God said.

Just absorbing divine power, with the authority of the Golden God as one of the Seven Gods, would only cause himself to weaken, but would not cause the collapse of the world like what they saw that day.

Why did she do that?

For the Red Moon Grass?

Can the Red Moon Grass repair her divine power?

The red Red Moon Grass in his palm was still radiating light. Chi Changyuan dodged the Nightmare's attack and asked, "What will it take for you to let us go?"

"Leave?" Nightmare laughed loudly: "You took my Red Moon Grass, and you still want to leave?"

Han Zhi frowned: "You showed up because of the Red Moon Grass?"

"What else?" Yan was puzzled. "Shengyue asked you to come here with her consent. Whether you can take it away depends on my consent."

"If we don't take the Red Moon Grass, will you attack us?"

Nightmare rolled his eyes: "Of course not. I don't have that much free time."

"Then we'll give it to you." Han Zhi took the Red Moon Grass from Chi Changyuan and handed it over: "Give it back to you and let us go."

nightmare:"?"

That's not right.

He hesitated a little: "You went through so much trouble to come here, and you're just leaving like this?"

"Which is more important, a blade of grass or our lives? I don't need to tell you, right?"

This doesn't work.

Nightmare said: "I can give it to you, as long as you pass my test."

"No need." Han Zhi said: "We don't want it."

"no!"

Yan was anxious: "Why don't you play by the rules? If you leave now, won't all the trouble you've suffered so far be in vain?"

Han Zhi: "...It's okay, it's very common."

Yan stared at the Red Moon Grass Han Zhi handed him, then looked at the expression of no regrets on his face. His fingertips, condensed in black mist, hovered in mid-air, but he refused to take it. He had lived for thousands of years and had seen people fight for treasures and take risks to obtain the power of the Moon God. But he had never seen anyone, after passing three dangerous levels and being about to receive their "reward", give up so easily.

"Is this commonplace?" Yan's voice suddenly rose, and the black mist wrapped in the air swirled in place. "You were humiliated by Shengyue like that, and you almost got trapped in the illusion when you were passing through the maze. Is this considered commonplace?"

Han Zhi passed the Red Moon Grass toward him again, his tone as calm as if he was discussing the weather today: "Before, I was trapped in the frozen ground for three months, and could only chew on the frozen grass roots. It was much harder than this."

He didn't say much. Shengyue's methods were really not enough.

"There's just one thing I'm curious about. Was there a woman with golden hair and golden eyes who came to see you a hundred years ago?" Han Zhi asked, "Why did she want the Red Moon Grass?"

When Yan heard Han Zhi's question, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the black mist swirled a few times, as if he was recalling something. "A hundred years ago?" His voice was a little hoarse. "There was a woman with golden hair and golden eyes. Her name was Jin what? She was the disciple of the Sun God."

Yan reached out and took the Red Moon Grass, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"You're clearly the Sun God's disciple, yet you're delusionally trying to gain the Moon God's power by relying on the Red Moon Grass. Your greed is insatiable, and I sucked away half of your divine power, forcing you to return home."

"My father is also a disciple of the Moon God." Chi Changyuan suddenly said: "Chi Jingli, do you know him?"

Nightmare said: "I don't know how many disciples the Moon God has. How could I know them all? I only know that she left the Red Moon Grass here and asked me to guard it well. Anyone who wants to take it away must pass the test of the illusion."

He sighed and said, "Forget it. If you don't want to, just leave. A hundred years ago, that Jin or something didn't dare to challenge me after seeing his divine power being sucked away. He just left in disgrace."

"Wait, illusion?"

Han Zhi suddenly said, "When I passed by the maze, I saw an illusion. Now that I think about it, it seems real."

"That's true." Yan said, "Do you have memory loss? The restrictions set there will only remind you of things you have forgotten in your heart."

No wonder.

A hint of thought flashed in Han Zhi's eyes. No wonder Chi Changyuan was fine at that time.

"Then how can I remember everything?" He asked, "Is this a test?"

"Han Zhi?" Chi Changyuan frowned: "You..."

"I need to remember."

Han Zhi's face was extremely serious: "I always feel that the person I forgot is very important to me."

Who could be so important...

Chi Changyuan felt jealous but didn't dare to say it out loud.

Nightmare stared at Han Zhi's serious expression, his eyebrows formed of black mist raised, and his fingertips played with the red moon grass, his tone a little nonchalant: "Want to remember everything? Fine, the Moon God has set up several tests. I see that you are suitable for it, so I will open a backdoor for you. Then I will drag you into the 'Mirror of Rebirth', a test specially designed for people with amnesia. Hidden in it is not only the person you want to find, but also the pain you deliberately suppressed. If you can't hold on, at best you will fall into an illusion and can't wake up, or at worst... you will lose half your life."

These words hit Chi Changyuan's heart like a stone. He stepped forward and grabbed Han Zhi's wrist, his voice a little anxious: "It's not worth it. Just forget it. What if something happens?"

Han Zhi gently broke free from his hand, his gaze still fixed on the nightmare. He softened his tone and said to Chi Changyuan, "I always dream of a vague shadow. Every time I reach out to grab it, I can't. When I wake up, I feel so empty. If I can remember it this time, it will be worth it."

Who on earth could be so important?

Chi Changyuan was furious: "He hasn't come to see you in so many years, he obviously doesn't remember you, why do you still remember him?"

"It's just a memory. Why are you so excited?" Yan Na asked in surprise, "Oh, I see. Do you like him? Are you afraid that he will remember that others don't like you anymore?"

"Who said that? I'm just worried..."

Han Zhi said, "If I don't wake up, can you let him go?"

"Han Zhi?" Chi Changyuan was incredulous. Han Zhi whispered, "I just suddenly realized something. Chi Changyuan, I'm different from you. You have to go back. Your father is very worried about you."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You still have me worried about you... and your master, and Fen Nishang..."

When he heard the word "Master", Han Zhi smiled softly again and said nothing.

"I still have to thank him for giving me another chance to live."