Just five short words, like the devil's whisper.
It is like the vast and distant sound from the sky, or the empty and silent murmur from the endless dark abyss.
As the voice fell, the ferocious demonic shadow in Yun Che’s pupils slowly dissipated… and then appeared in the pupils of Dreamless Divine Master.
“Nirvana… Devil’s Soul…”
Li Suo’s dazed murmurs could be heard in Yun Che’s soul sea, which was gradually regaining clarity.
She remembered that before Yun Che fell into the abyss of nothingness, the Demon Queen Chi Wuyao injected 80% of her Nirvana Demon Soul into Yun Che’s soul.
Yun Che was unable to control the Nirvana Devil Soul, and couldn’t even activate it actively.
but……
"It was cut and transferred by me personally, so it will be hidden in your soul obediently... until the moment it is touched."
"What happens if I'm touched?"
"It will be like a demon god awakened from his sleep. But, it can only be touched once, and that may be the Nirvana Demon Emperor..."
"The last rage!"
Remembering what Chi Wuyao had said at that time, Li Suo finally understood Yun Che's plan.
The rumored God of Painting Heart who loves his daughter as if her life, the engagement between Goddess Zhetian and Godson Senluo, the Kingdom of Dream Weaving who specializes in soul power and possesses the power of "falling dreams", the three Gods Senluo, Zhetian and Dream Weaving who are close friends...
Taking all the above factors into consideration...
Meeting Hua Caili again in the sea of fog, and dreaming about Zhou Xuan Gang's soul-stealing... Li Suo only realized at this moment that from that moment on, Yun Che had been plotting until today.
When the pitch-black devil shadow appeared in Meng Kongchan's eyes, she knew that Yun Che had succeeded!
Although, compared to a complete true god soul, a few strands of Nirvana Demon Soul are simply insignificant... but, it is the soul of the Demon Emperor after all. Even in the distant era of gods, it is the highest level of soul in the world, a whole plane higher than the true god soul.
Moreover, this was not a direct confrontation between souls, but an overpowering of soul power under the complete control of the God Wu Meng... and then without any preparation, he suffered the backlash of anger from the Demon Emperor.
A silver needle is destined to be unable to fight against a thousand-foot dead tree, but it will definitely leave an eternal mark on the dead tree!
The Demon Emperor’s wrath terrifies all demons.
Meng Kongchan's facial features began to tremble, the demonic shadow in his pupils twisted rapidly, and then faded away little by little... with the Demon Emperor roaring angrily as he gradually moved away.
When the demonic shadow completely disappeared, the last wisp of Nirvana Demon Emperor’s soul in the world disappeared forever… Only the last wisp of it remained in Chi Wuyao’s soul.
However, it left an eternal mark of darkness on the soul of Lord Wumeng.
After the demon shadow, the black light in Meng Kongchan's pupils gradually dissipated.
Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then stood up with a "whoosh".
He stared at Yun Che steadily, his pupils shrank, his lips trembled, and even his breath seemed to be out of control and flowing chaotically. He had completely lost the absolute majesty, indifference, and control that he had previously had.
In fact, such loss of emotional control should not occur in a god.
“Yuan’er… You are Yuan’er! You are Yuan’er!!”
He spoke tremblingly, and every word he uttered was trembling as if being swept away by a storm.
“…” A hint of surprise flashed across Yun Che’s eyes.
Because Meng Kongchan's reaction was much greater than he expected... much greater!
Obviously, he underestimated the status of the name "Meng Jianyuan" in the mind of Wu Meng God.
Yun Che raised his eyes, his gaze hazy as if he had just regained consciousness: “God of Dreams, what did you say…? What Yuan’er?”
Boom!
Meng Kongchan flew down, and even though he was a dreamless god, he stumbled when he stood up with such a simple action. He didn’t care about balancing his body at all, and rushed to Yun Che with a crooked posture, then grabbed his arm tightly, staring at him with his eyes fixed:
"Yuan'er, you're still alive... you're still alive!"
Suddenly realizing something, he quickly released the force on Yun Che's hand, but still held it tightly and refused to let go. As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Che saw a hint of mist in his violently trembling pupils.
Yun Che leaned back slightly, his face full of surprise and bewilderment: “I am Yun Che, definitely not the ‘Yuan’er’ mentioned by Dreamless Divine Master, please…”
"No, you are Yuan'er, you are the Yuan'er that your father has lost for a hundred years!" Meng Kongchan was more and more excited with each word, and the mist in his eyes became heavier and heavier: "Back then, it was because your father was incompetent and failed to protect you that you were lost for so many years... a hundred years, a full hundred years, but your father never gave up looking for you."
"Thank God, you are still alive and have returned to your father's side... You are already this big... You are so good..."
His voice gradually became hoarse, and at the end, he was clearly choked with sobs.
Yun Che slowly shook his head: “I… really don’t know what the Dreamless God is talking about…”
At this time, a hurried shout came from outside the temple: "Father God, what happened?"
Meng Kongchan's breath was obviously out of order, and his voice was out of control, which frightened Meng Jianxi who was near the temple. When he rushed in, the scene in front of him made him stand there in a daze.
His body was shaking, his eyes were filled with tears… This was the second time in his life that he saw his Father God, the Dreamless God, in this state.
The first time was a hundred years ago when I dreamed that Yuan disappeared.
Behind him followed a tall, sharp-eyed young man, whose face was filled with the same shock as Meng Jianxi's.
Meng Kongchan turned his head, the excitement in his words not diminished at all: "Jianxi, Jianze! Yuan'er is back... He is back! This is Yuan'er!"
“…!?” Meng Jianxi looked towards Yun Che, her eyes filled with shock.
Meng Jianze’s eyes widened. He stared at Yun Che and couldn’t believe it, “Which… which Yuan’er?”
Meng Jianxi also walked forward slowly at this time and asked excitedly: "Could he be...Brother Yuan?"
"That's right, that's right." It seemed that only now did Meng Kongchan regain a little calmness. He took a deep breath and calmed his breath and emotions: "Yuan'er is not dead. He is back, and he is back intact."
Dreaming of the brook: “…”
“This…” Meng Jianze glanced at Yun Che, then glanced at Meng Jianxi, not knowing what expression to use for a moment.
Yun Che, however, turned aside and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: “Greetings to the Son of the God of Dreams. My surname is Yun and my given name is Che. I am here to visit the God of No Dreams on the orders of the God of Painting Heart. I am definitely not some ‘Yuan’er’. The God of No Dreams must have made a mistake.”
"No, it's correct."
Meng Kongchan’s hand was still firmly on Yun Che’s arm, as if she was afraid that if she let go, Yun Che would leave her world again: “Yuan’er, let me ask you, are you two hundred years old?”
“Yes.” Yun Che nodded.
Meng Kongchan continued to ask: "Hua Xin Shenzun said that you were rescued when you were about ten years old, and after waking up, you have no memory before the age of ten. Is that true or not?"
“Indeed.” Yun Che nodded again.
Meng Kongchan tightened her fingers slightly, looked into his eyes and whispered, "Father's Yuan'er disappeared for no reason a hundred years ago when he was ten years old. No one has ever seen him alive, and no one has ever seen his body after his death."
"The time and age are exactly the same."
He continued, "You lost your memory because you were attacked and your soul was damaged. Meng Jianyuan was your name before you were ten years old... It was the name your father gave you personally."
Yun Che was slightly stunned, but still shook his head: “The time and age are probably just coincidences. The offspring of Wu Meng Divine Venerable is a serious matter, how can you conclude that I am Meng Jianyuan just based on this?”
Meng Kongchan’s eyes were misty. Except for the moment when Meng Jianxi and Meng Jianze rushed in, his eyes were always on Yun Che, and never left for a moment: “I, Meng Kongchan, am the God of this Dreamweaver Kingdom. Even if my soul collapses and my cognition is confused, I will never mistake my own son!”
"Your soul, your breath, your flesh and blood... How could your father be wrong? How could he be wrong?"
“This…” Meng Jianze turned to look at Meng Jianxi, only to see that his eyes were red as well, and he said excitedly: “That’s great… That’s great! This is simply a miracle from heaven.”
As he spoke, he had already walked forward quickly and stretched out his hand to press on Yun Che’s shoulder: “Brother Yuan, welcome back. You know, Father God has been worried about you day and night all these years, and has always been deeply trapped in the quagmire of guilt and refused to get out. Even after a hundred years, Father God still hasn’t given up looking for you.”
"Your safe return this time is not only a great joy to our Dreamweaver Kingdom, but also a salvation for Father God!"
His excitement and emotion were no less than Meng Kongchan's.
“Hahahaha!” Meng Kongchan laughed heartily: “That’s right, there is no greater joy than this. I will immediately announce it to all regions… to the world, my Yuan’er is back!”
Compared to the two people's excitement, Yun Che's expression was more confused. He said in a louder voice: "God of Dreams, God of Dreams, this must be a bummer, but... my surname is Yun and my given name is Che. This name was given to me by my master. I will engrave it on my body for the rest of my life and I must never give it up."
“Today is the first time I set foot in the Kingdom of Dreamweavers. Before this, I had no memory of the Kingdom of Dreamweavers, let alone the name of Meng Jianyuan. So, please understand, Lord Wumeng, I am Yun Che, not Meng Jianyuan!”
"Nonsense!" Before Meng Kongchan could open his mouth, a stern shout came. Meng Jianze said solemnly: "Father God is such a great man, how could he make a mistake about bloodline! You disappeared for a hundred years, and you came back today for the first time, yet you are so questioning and contradicting..."
Bang!!!!
The sound of teeth and cheekbones breaking echoed throughout the hall. Before Meng Jianze could finish his words, he flew out, and a large amount of sticky blood foam spread in the air.
Idiot… Meng Jianxi muttered to himself in secret.
Meng Jianze hurriedly got up, and when he looked up, he met the extremely gloomy gaze of Father God.
His knees, which were about to stand up, suddenly went limp again, and endless fear made his pupils shrink and burst.
"Yuan'er has just returned from the catastrophe. I am so overwhelmed with love and joy that I don't know what to do with him... How dare you speak such harsh words to Yuan'er!"
The wrath of the God was like the sky falling. As one of the most outstanding sons of Meng Kongchan, Meng Jianze had never been stared at by the Father God in this way. He crouched in horror and trembled in his voice: "I... I dare not, I just..."
"Get out!"
“Yes… yes!”
I dreamed that Ze retreated in panic and fled.
When his gaze turned back to Yun Che, his fierce look instantly turned gentle: “It’s okay, your master saved your life. He is not only your benefactor, but also your father, and the great benefactor of the entire Dreamweaver Kingdom. You have amnesia, and you cannot accept the body of Dreaming of Yuan, and you cannot accept me as your father god. This is normal... normal, and there is nothing wrong with it.”
"Well...if you like, then continue to use the name 'Yun Che'. When you remember, or are willing to accept me as your Father God, you can use the name Meng Jian Yuan."
His words and gesture were more than just a compromise...it was almost like flattery.
"This..." Meng Jianxi advised: "Father God, I know you have always felt guilty towards Brother Yuan and want to make amends in every way. But Brother Yuan is the son of Father God after all. The son of Father God is given his surname, which... will definitely cause gossip."
"Haha," Meng Kongchan smiled faintly: "Yuan'er can come back safely, this is a great gift from heaven, everything else is not important, as long as Yuan'er is safe and Yuan'er likes it, everything is fine."
Yun Che tried hard to hide the doubts on his face and said respectfully, “I am truly flattered by the kindness of the Dreamless Divine Master. But this incident has had such a huge impact on me… I really don’t know how to deal with it or how to respond.”
Yun Che was always unwilling to call him Father God, and he always rejected the identity of "Meng Jianyuan". Meng Kongchan felt disappointed, but he quickly waved his hand to comfort him: "It's okay, it's just that your father is too anxious, you must not feel any pressure because of this. Your father will definitely find a way to restore your memory. Before that, you can be whoever you like to be, and no one will force you."
Yun Che immediately bowed: “Thank you, God Wumeng…”
“What are you thanking me for? We are father and son, why should we be so polite?” Meng Kongchan smiled and stopped Yun Che from bowing. He looked at Yun Che, and the more he looked at him, the more delighted he became. “You will look much better than I did when I was a father. If your mother saw you, she would be so happy.”
"No wonder that girl..."
At this point, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Jianxi, quickly announce to the whole region that Yuan'er has returned safely! All the major dream palaces will issue an additional 5,000 high-quality Yuan crystals; the Qimeng Immortal Domain will be open for three months, and all disciples above the level of Divine Lord can enter; all sinners in the Sin Domain will have their sentence reduced by 100 years; all subordinate domains will be exempted from paying tribute for 100 years... Go now!"
Meng Jianxi suppressed the shock in his heart, respectfully accepted the order and left.
Meng Kongchan took Yun Che's hand and said, "Yuan'er, your father will take you to a place... a place that belongs only to you."
…
The moment he walked out of the Dreamweaver Temple, Meng Jianxi's expression suddenly became gloomy, and as he walked forward, it slowly returned to calm.
Soon, Meng Jianze rushed out from the side and came behind Meng Jianxi. His silver clothes were stained with blood, his face was swollen, and he looked miserable, with fear still on his face.
"Your Highness, that boy... is it really Meng Jianyuan who should have died long ago?" Every time Meng Jianze said a word, he felt heartbroken by the broken teeth.
"Do you think Father God could be wrong about this?" Meng Jianxi said in a calm voice, "There has been no news for a whole hundred years. Everyone thought that he had been destroyed. I didn't expect that he is still alive. He is really lucky."
Seeing Meng Jianxi's expression, Meng Jianze said cautiously: "Your Highness, you...are not in a hurry?"
"Anxious? Why?" Meng Jianxi said lightly.
"He is the former Son of God!" Meng Jianze said in a deep voice: "It would be fine if he died, but if he comes back alive this time, it may threaten your position."
"Threat?" Meng Jianxi smiled faintly, "With his low cultivation level, he doesn't have the resources of the Divine Kingdom. He was able to become a Level 3 Divine Lord in two decades. In the ordinary world, he is an absolute genius, but in front of me, he is not good enough. In terms of his understanding and control of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom, in terms of achievements, and in terms of people's hearts, he is not even qualified to compare with me."
"Apart from everything else, my godhood is one point higher than his. Based on this point alone, do you think he could threaten my position as the Son of God?"
"Your Highness is right, but Father God's attitude makes me worried." Meng Jianze said, "He calls us Jianxi and Jianze, but calls Meng Jianyuan 'Yuan' all the time."
“Your Highness, you must never forget that although Godhead is an important condition for selecting the Son of God, the final decision maker is always the Father God!”
Meng Jianxi's steps stiffened for a moment.
"You must have remembered what Father God looked like when Meng Jianyuan disappeared. Moreover, when Meng Jianyuan was just a baby, Father God couldn't wait to make him the Son of God. He held such a grand ceremony that the whole world came to congratulate him. He also built a temple for him very early. Even though he disappeared for a long time, the construction of the temple did not stop until it was completed."
"But Your Highness still does not have his own god..."
"Stop talking." Meng Jianxi interrupted him coldly: "We and Jianyuan are brothers, we should work together, how can we be so different? Don't say these words again in the future."
"Your Highness!" Meng Jianze emphasized his tone: "My fate in this life depends on Your Highness, and I dare not disobey you in the slightest. But Your Highness, please do not take this matter lightly!"
"Have you forgotten what happened to Pan Buwang, the former son of God of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom?"
He pledged his loyalty to the Son of God early on, and when the Son of God became a god, he would naturally ascend to heaven along with his family. Therefore, as Meng Jianze said, his fate had long been tied to Meng Jianxi.
How could he not be anxious when he saw Meng Jianyuan's return and Meng Kongchan's attitude was very different from that of his other sons?
When the news of Meng Jianyuan's return spread, he was not the only one who was worried.
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