The Kingdom of Dreamweaver, the Temple of the Son of God.
This was the first time Hua Fuchen stepped into this place, with the smiling Meng Kong Chan beside him.
"See, my dear, I have never treated your son-in-law badly."
Hua Fuchen glanced at him and said unhappily, "As expected of the Wumeng God, your shamelessness is astonishing. You dote on your own son and even end up doing him a favor."
"Hey! As the saying goes, a son-in-law is half a son. I am just pampering your son for you. Is it too much to ask for a reward?"
"Hehehe!" Hua Fuchen grinned. He had long discovered that ever since he found "Meng Jianyuan", Meng Kongchan's attitude in front of him had completely changed, and he would always smile with his teeth showing but not his eyes.
When he was young, Meng Kongchan wanted to get close to Hua Qingying and tried to curry favor with Hua Fuchen in every way. When both of them became gods, Hua Fuchen's daughter Hua Caili became the only miracle girl of this generation with perfect godhood, but Meng Kongchan had never been able to give birth to a successor to the god, so he was naturally half a head shorter than her when facing her.
But now it was different. He, Wu Meng Shen Zun, now had two divine sons on his knees, and one of them was a perfect godhead, and he had also bewitched his beloved daughter Hua Fuchen...
His spine, which had been bent for half his life in the face of the ups and downs of painting, has now straightened.
Hua Fuchen could already imagine his face when he faced other gods after he stepped into the Pure Land.
Stepping into the palace, Meng Kongchan smiled and asked directly, "Is Yuan'er here?"
Meng Zhiyuan hurriedly came forward and bowed respectfully, saying, "Replying to the God, the young master is currently cultivating, and I don't know when he will show up."
"Practice?" Hua Fuchen glanced at them, his expression turning ugly: "His personal maids are all more beautiful than the other. I'm afraid they can't wait to give birth to children for your Meng family. How can they have the mind to practice?"
"Hey!" Meng Kongchan immediately raised his hand: "Brother Fuchen, you are wronging Yuan'er. All the waiters here were arranged by me personally, and Yuan'er never took the initiative to ask for anyone. As for having more children... I would be happy to see it, but it's a pity... What a pity."
Meng Zhiyuan was so smart that she immediately said timidly, "Although you are of noble status, you never slack off. You spend more than 90% of your time in the cultivation space."
"Since we entered the Temple of the Son of God, we all belong to him for the rest of our lives. He treated each of us very well, never bullying us, not even saying harsh words to us. But... he just refused to touch us at all, and occasionally helping us change clothes was the limit."
By the end of her speech, her voice was filled with a hint of loss that she was trying hard to conceal.
The ugly expression on Hua Fuchen's face suddenly disappeared, and then he looked around with an expression of complete indifference.
Meng Kongchan sighed softly and said, "Over the years, I have advised Yuan'er several times not to be so harsh on himself. He always obeys me in everything except this one. And his reason is..."
He turned his head and looked at the painting with deep meaning. Although he said nothing, it seemed to be worth a thousand words.
"Let's go," Meng Kongchan dragged Hua Fuchen outside, "I'll go call that kid out."
"No need." Hua Fuchen raised his hand to refuse: "I was just passing by here, and it was a whim. It doesn't matter whether I see him or not. It would be bad if I disturbed his critical training node."
“Hahahaha!” Meng Kongchan laughed loudly: “Look, even though they say it doesn’t matter, their love for their son-in-law is written all over their faces.”
Hua Fuchen sneered: "Whether he can become your son-in-law is still uncertain, don't force it."
"No, no, it must happen!" Meng Kongchan said firmly: "I won't acknowledge anyone as my daughter-in-law. At most, I can be her mistress... Oh, by the way, how is my daughter-in-law's progress in breaking the formation?"
Hua Fuchen glanced at him, resisted the urge to slap him on the face, and said proudly: "As early as half a year ago, Caili had already broken through the seven stars. The reason why she has not come out yet is because Qingying has added the eighth star formation for her."
Meng Kongchan was slightly startled, then he laughed even louder: "Hahahaha! She is worthy of being my, Meng Kongchan's chosen daughter-in-law..."
Hua Fuchen elbowed him on the arm and said, "Shut up! We haven't reached the Pure Land yet, and there has been no progress at the Old Palace. You better restrain yourself!"
"Take it, take it, take it. Whatever my in-laws say is right. Qingying has been..."
"Don't ask me, go ask yourself!"
Meng Zhiyuan watched the two great gods walk away, her mind full of thoughts.
At the same time, deep in the sea of fog.
The pitch-black Eternal Devil Flame blazed at Yun Che’s face. Yuan Chen gathered in his hands again and again, approaching the flames again and again, but the reaction he had been expecting never appeared.
He has experienced too many similar attempts during this period.
During his time in the sea of fog, his affinity and control over Yuan Chen grew day by day. As his understanding of Yuan Chen became deeper and deeper, one day, he suddenly had a vague feeling that he could use Yuan Chen's power for his own benefit.
This feeling became clearer as time went by, but no matter how hard he tried, there seemed to be a critical door in front of him that he could not cross no matter what.
The Eternal Devil Flame was extinguished, and he slowly closed his eyes. The red flame in his left hand and the icy flame in his right hand merged in reverse order as he focused his mind, transforming into icy flame.
Yuan Chen floated by, but passed quietly through the ice flames, also without any response.
The icy flames died down, and Yun Che let out a long sigh, already sweating profusely.
"What is missing?"
He muttered to himself.
"Could it be that my cultivation level is not high enough... or is it that my understanding of the invisible law of nothingness is still not enough?"
Li Suo's voice rang out slowly: "This is your 30,000th attempt. Are you still not willing to give up?"
“There is no reason to give up.” Yun Che whispered, “The essence of Yuan Chen is the power of destruction that transcends the laws. I can just control it and cause chaos in this world and destroy the cognition of all spirits. And if I can detonate its power…”
"Then maybe... No, it must be the power to kill gods in the true sense!"
Li Suo said: "Since it is the power to kill gods, how can it be easy?"
"Moreover, even if you can really trigger the power of destruction in the abyss, with your cultivation and body, you must kill yourself before killing God."
Yun Che did not refute. How could he not know this?
However, the feeling of being able to touch the power of destruction of the ancestor in the abyss of dust has gradually shifted from vague to clear.
This was an invisible sense of enlightenment that came from the law of nothingness. Although it could never be captured accurately, it had never deceived him.
boom!
The King of Hell opened his hand, igniting the Eternal Demonic Flame at its extreme state and blasting it towards the Abyss Dust condensed in his other hand.
The devil flames roared, the abyss dust scattered, and Yun Che's aura was completely suppressed.
After this final attempt to vent his anger, Yun Che stood up, gathered the abyss of fog that enveloped his body, and walked towards the depths of the sea of fog.
The eternal devil flame that fell to the ground burned violently, and it took a long time before it slowly extinguished.
No one noticed that a tiny gray flame as small as a star suddenly appeared in the pitch-black flame.
The moment the grey flame appeared, it fell straight down, and wherever it went, it actually broke the terrifying Eternal Devil Flame... and the break was incredibly smooth, with the two separated pieces of black flame burning separately on either side of the grey flame mark, and they did not merge for a long time.
No one saw that, beneath the fallen gray star, the incomparably hard sea of fog and earth melted away silently like the light snow in early winter, disappearing without a trace... until it reached the depths of the abyss.
Pan Buwang's entire body was shrouded in darkness. Even with the interference of thick abyss dust, his breath was still so faint that it was difficult to capture.
It also showed that his compatibility with the dark power was becoming closer and closer to perfection.
The Kingdom of the Owl Butterfly is the only kingdom in the Abyss that specializes in dark power. The Pan family is the pinnacle of dark power in the Abyss. Therefore, in the Pan family's cognition, the violent and easy loss of control of dark power is one of its unchangeable natures.
Only by becoming a God-Sovereign can one achieve near-perfect control over the dark mystical power to the greatest extent possible.
However, the dark power in Pan Buwang's body is now extremely mild. The last time it got out of control and devoured his body was more than a year ago, and it was extremely mild and was easily suppressed.
This is a dark affinity that can only be found in successive generations of Owl Butterfly Gods.
And all of this came from his master... the Mist Emperor.
Sensing the approach of the Mist Emperor, the darkness on Pan Buwang's body dissipated, and he knelt down respectfully and bowed: "Disciple Buwang, respectfully welcomes the Master."
Now, his awe, gratitude, and admiration for the Mist Emperor... all come from the bottom of his heart.
"Dissipate all the mysterious energy in your body." The Mist Emperor gave the order directly, without any room for doubt.
"yes!"
Without any resistance, the dark mist hovering around Pan Buwang quickly dissipated, and even the protective aura that was naturally released from him was completely restrained.
The deep fog twisted, and it seemed that a human arm was raised under the cover of the deep fog. Then a huge force suddenly covered it and pressed Pan Buwang, who had no self-protection at all, to the ground.
Even so, Pan Buwang did not show any resistance, and even the protective energy that surged up instinctively was immediately taken back by him.
He lay prone on the ground, sensing his master's approach, without raising his head, without saying a word, and without offering any resistance.
A deep fog enveloped his body, so thick that it quickly deprived him of his vitality. A seemingly cold palm covered his back, and then the blood and bones on his back exploded. A force destroyed his body and pierced his profound veins mercilessly.
Pan Buwang gritted his teeth violently, but did not utter a single groan of pain, nor did he turn around and run away.
If someone's Xuanmai is pierced by someone else's power, no matter who they are, they will be horrified and try their best to counterattack... because the opponent only needs to move a little to destroy the Xuanmai. In the best case, the Xuanmai will be permanently damaged, and in the worst case... they may become a cripple.
Pan Buwang's teeth were trembling due to the severe pain and instinctive fear, but he still did not put up any resistance, and no sound came out from between his teeth.
He was a man who had a clear distinction between love and hate. Everything he had now was given by the Mist Emperor, and even if the Mist Emperor wanted to take his life, he would have no regrets.
Bang! Bang! Bang—
A series of explosions accompanied by the pain of soul-breaking came from his body and profound veins. He could clearly feel that his body was cruelly torn into several holes.
Finally, the pain was too intense to be tolerated by his will. A hoarse groan escaped from his throat, and then he was thrown far away like a leaky blood bag.
He lay on the ground, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
The Mist Emperor said coldly: "The last of your godhood has also been forcibly broken. Now you are already a perfect godhood, which is what the world calls the 'perfect godhood' and the 'son of miracle'."
Pan Buwang's trembling voice suddenly stopped, and he looked up suddenly. His emotions were already in a state of stagnation, and at this moment he was stunned for a long time, not daring to believe what he heard.
Because the four short words "perfect godhead" are extremely rare in the entire history of the abyss. And every time it appears in the world, it is connected with the word "miracle".
Being able to become the son of the Owl Butterfly God, his talent was undoubtedly among the best in the world, but he never dared to hope that he could inherit this almost ethereal miracle.
But as the profound energy flowed, he could clearly sense the special entrance in his profound veins… It was also the tenth divine nature named by the Kingdom of God!
"..." He looked at the gray pupils that were constantly twisting in the abyss of mist. After a long time, he woke up as if from a dream. He struggled to get up and kowtowed heavily, saying, "Disciple is not in vain. Thank you, Master, for another gift."
He was certain that the Mist Emperor was a human being...but he could no longer imagine what kind of person he was.
A difference in godhood is almost a huge gap in level for the sons and daughters of God in the kingdom of God, and can even directly affect the prestige of a major kingdom of God in the next era.
Because of the difference in godhood, the Kingdom of God can abandon the Son of God, whom it has cultivated with all its efforts and resources, without hesitation, and transfer everything to the body of the Son of God with a higher godhood.
And the Mist Emperor... can actually force open his godhood!
He was raised from the original eight-point godhood to nine-point godhood, and now to the perfect godhood that is equivalent to a miracle in the eyes of the Kingdom of God.
This is something that is impossible to achieve in the Supreme Pure Land.
Who is the Master...who is he...
Why do you treat me like this and help me like this...
In fact, Yun Che's forced opening of the godhood is not achievable for all profound practitioners, but is limited to dark profound practitioners, and it is necessary to make the body, profound veins and dark profound power reach a sufficient fit.
Possessing the Law of Void and Eternal Darkness, he is the true Lord of Darkness, able to control any dark body to the greatest extent.
"In one month, the core figures of the six divine kingdoms will gather in the Pure Land. Pan Buwang, tell me, what are your plans?"
Pan Buwang slowly raised his head and said proudly: "On the Pure Land, defeat Pan Buzhuo and make Father God regret his choice. Take back my name as the Son of God in the most unquestionable way!"
"Is that all?" Wu Huang said, "Even if you take back the title of Owl Butterfly Godson, how long will it take for you to have the power of revenge?"
Pan Buwang bowed his head heavily and said, "Please teach me, Master."
The Mist Emperor raised his hand, and darkness instantly swirled, turning the surrounding space into a lightless world.
“This emperor wants you to put aside your disappointment and resentment towards your father for the time being. When you step into the Pure Land, you will fight for the dignity of the Kingdom of the Owl Butterfly. Let everyone see that you are far more worthy of being the Son of the Owl Butterfly than Pan Buzhuo. Let the world marvel that you are the dark miracle bestowed by heaven on the Kingdom of the Owl Butterfly!”
"Buwang, remember, the most easily exploitable emotion in this world is not regret, but guilt!"
"How much guilt you can make your father feel towards you will determine when you are qualified to fully control your own destiny, and when you are qualified to stab Shen Wuyanye with the spear of revenge!"
To Pan Buwang, the Mist Emperor is no longer just a master, but a god beyond the Abyss Emperor.
He engraved every word Wu Huang said firmly in his heart: "Master's teachings are all remembered!"
"Very good." The Mist Emperor praised coldly: "I believe that you are so smart that you will definitely know how to do it."
"For the next seven days, you will stop practicing and use the time to recover. After seven days, you will leave the sea of fog and head for the Pure Land. However, on this trip to the Pure Land, you cannot follow the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom. As for how to enter the Pure Land without passing through the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom..."
His voice paused slightly, and Pan Buwang resolutely replied: "Master, don't worry. If Buwang can't even do such a small thing, how can he be worthy of being your disciple?"
“No,” the Mist Emperor said in a low voice, “This Emperor requires you to follow the Star-Moon Divine Kingdom to the Pure Land, no matter what method you use!”
Pan Buwang was slightly surprised, but he did not ask any more questions. He answered in a strong voice, "Yes!"
The Mist Emperor raised his hand, and several alien crystals shining with darkness fell in front of Pan Buwang.
"Darkness devours the heart. Even your father God cannot escape it. How you use it is up to you."
The Mist Emperor's voice faded away until it completely disappeared into the darkness.
Pan Buwang stretched out his hand and carefully picked up the alien crystals in front of him one by one, then clenched his palm tightly.
Ruthless...wait for me...
Whether you are still alive or already in another world, you must wait for me...
Even if it only brings a tragic moment, I will never let myself...let our lives be filled with only powerlessness and sadness...
As for the price...it has become unimportant since the moment the news of his death came!
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