When approaching the boundary of the Kingdom of Dreamweaver, a repulsive force attacked, causing Xuan Zhou's speed to drop sharply.
"Welcome the distinguished guests from the Zhetian Divine Kingdom."
A voice came from afar. The Xuanzhou of Zhetian Divine Nation had special inscriptions and sword aura, which made it very easy to identify. Following the voice, a figure quickly approached.
The aura of a mid-stage Divine Lord would make him a Realm King of a mid-level Star Realm in the Divine Realm. But here, he could only be a Realm Guardian Disciple. He raised his voice and asked, "Excuse me, is this Yun Che?"
Obviously, the God Wumeng had already explained Yun Che's arrival.
As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank... because as the mysterious boat descended, he saw the fairy-like green shadow.
His aura instantly dissipated, and his handsome figure quickly lowered, half-knelt on the ground, and saluted respectfully: "Greetings to the Sword Immortal Zhetian. I didn't know you were coming, so I couldn't greet you from afar. I hope you will forgive me."
Hua Qingying withdrew her gaze from the distant sky...it had been a long time since she had set foot in the Kingdom of Dreamweavers.
"Go and report to the Dreamless God that Yun Che has arrived."
"yes!"
The boundary guarding disciple obeyed the order respectfully and quickly deployed a sound transmission array: "Quick! Quickly report to the God..."
…
Dreamweaver Temple.
Every brick and tile here reflects different strange lights, like a mirror or water. When your eyes turn, it seems as if there is fog surrounding you. If your mind is not strong and your soul is unstable, just walking in it will make you feel like you are wandering in an illusory world, causing confusion in your mind and a wandering soul.
The God of No Dreams, Meng Kongchan, sat upright on the throne. In front of him, stood respectfully a young man in silver clothes. He had long hair that faintly glowed with silver light. Although facing the God of No Dreams, his face was calm, with a slight smile on the corners of his lips. His eyes looked like the breeze at first glance. If one dared to look at them, one would be inadvertently dragged into the dream abyss of an unknown destination.
The Son of the Dreamweaver God——Dreaming of the Creek!
"My profound strength has improved quite well, and my soul strength has improved quite well, very good."
Meng Kongchan nodded slowly, with a hint of approval in his eyes.
I dreamed of a satisfied smile on the surface of a stream: "To have these words from Father God, all the efforts I have made during this period are worth it."
"Your efforts are not for me, but for yourself. You can also say that you are working for the future of the Kingdom of Dreamweaver."
Dreamless God tapped the table with his fingers, looking at his most outstanding son with a gloomy gaze: "During this period, several Dream Palace Lords have joined your 'command'. Now, your 'influence' is so large that it is not far from covering the sky with one hand. After so much effort, you can still make such progress. It is indeed beyond my expectation."
Meng Jianxi immediately bowed down, and said with great fear and trepidation: "Father God, I have never seen Xi..."
"Don't be so nervous." Meng Kongchan interrupted what he was about to say: "You have been the Son of the Dream Weaver God for less than a hundred years, but you have achieved this. This is ambition and ability. For an emperor, for a qualified Dream Weaver God, ambition and ability are both indispensable."
"But you have to remember one thing." Meng Kongchan's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end: "Too much is as bad as too little."
"Yes! Jianxi follows the Father God's teachings." Meng Jianxi bowed his head deeply, and then explained: "Father God, no matter how much Jianxi struggles, he will always be your son. Jianxi went from being an ordinary person to becoming the Son of the Dreamweaver God overnight. Although a hundred years have passed, I still feel as if I am in a dream."
“I am always worried that I may not have done well, so I try to find ways to share the Father’s worries.”
"Yeah." Meng Kongchan nodded: "I've been a god for so long, it's really boring. If you do this, it will be convenient for me to give up the throne as soon as possible."
Meng Jianxi looked up with great fear on his face: "Father God, this is absolutely true..."
"I told you not to be nervous."
With a light word, he stopped Meng Jianxi from saying, "I know what you did secretly, but I never stopped you. We both know it. I brought it up today to remind you of something."
"No matter what you are thinking, your cultivation must not fall behind. The higher your own cultivation, the better and faster you can integrate the power of the true god when you carry the divine source. For example, the god Wuyan Ye of the Kingdom of Eternal Night almost risked her life to improve her cultivation when she was young. Although she later forcibly inherited the divine source with seven-tenths of her godhood, her divine power is now no less powerful than mine."
"Your current cultivation level ranks last among all the sons of gods. In just three years, you will meet the Abyss Emperor. Please do not... lose face for the Dreamweaver Kingdom."
"Yes, Jianxi will remember this!"
"Have you found Jianzhou's body?" Meng Kongchan suddenly jumped to another topic.
Meng Jianxi replied: "Including Meng Jingzhe, there is still no trace found."
"Yes." Meng Kongchan responded, "Tell them not to look for it anymore. Looking for a body in a sea of fog is like looking for a needle in a haystack. We have been searching for nearly half a year, and we have done our best. When you go back, comfort your mother."
"Yes." Meng Jianxi responded, and then said: "Although there is no news about my brother's body, combined with various recent rumors, they suspect that my brother's death may not be simply caused by the abyss beast, but... because he angered the 'Mist Emperor'."
"Mist Emperor?" Meng Kongchan narrowed his eyes slightly: "That inexplicable rumor? What's the basis for it?"
Meng Jianxi said: "Brother has always cherished his life and has always been cautious about matters related to his life safety. He would never step into the fog sea unless he was forced to. Although he was forced to enter the fog sea for training this time, given his temperament, he would definitely not dare to go too deep... and how could he encounter the Ancestral Kirin God in the outer area."
"A few months ago, the Ancestral Kirin God mysteriously appeared outside the Fog Sea. The rumors about the Fog Emperor also originated from that day. According to the countless mysterious practitioners who were nearby at the time, the Ancestral Kirin God was most likely controlled by someone who called himself the 'Fog Emperor.'"
"It's ridiculous." Meng Kongchan said calmly, "Abyssal beasts are undead spirits with extinguished consciousness, how can they be controlled? Even a great Abyssal Emperor cannot control them. The so-called 'Mist Emperor' is nothing but a ridiculous trick of villains, but it fooled a lot of fools and spread it around. It's really ridiculous."
"Jianxi thinks so too."
At this moment, Meng Kongchan's eyebrows moved, he pointed his finger, and a sound transmission formation unfolded in front of him.
"God, the two guests from the Zhetian Divine Kingdom have arrived."
"Well, let the boundary-guarding disciple bring him directly to see me." Meng Kongchan said casually, then frowned slightly: "Two? Who is the other one?"
"It's the Sword Immortal Zhetian."
Meng Kongchan stood up with a whirr, and then quickly transmitted a message: "Please wait for a moment, my dear guest, I will go to greet you personally, please do not neglect it."
"Sword Immortal Senior actually... eh?"
As Meng Jianxi finished his words, Meng Kongchan's figure disappeared from his sight, leaving only a lingering storm.
The Mengkong Cicada was extremely fast, and wherever it passed, it was like the roar of thunder, startling countless dream weavers.
The moment he rushed out of the national protective barrier, he saw Hua Qingying's figure at a glance.
All emotions were hidden deep in his soul. When Meng Kongchan stepped out, his steps were already majestic. He laughed without saying a word: "Hahahaha, Qingying, it has been thousands of years since you last came to the Kingdom of Dreamweaver. How did you find the time to come here this time? Could it be that you are here to escort this kid?"
He just glanced at Yun Che quickly, then quickly turned his gaze back to Hua Qingying.
"That's true." Hua Qingying said.
What was originally a joke received an affirmative answer, and Meng Kongchan was obviously stunned.
Hua Qingying turned her head and said to Yun Che, “This is the God of No Dreams. He will arrange a place for you, but that’s all. He will not give you any help in the future.”
"Remember what I said to you and what you said yourself. The rest is up to you."
After she finished speaking, she nodded slightly to Meng Kongchan and said, "I have sent the person here. Now, I will trouble the God Wumeng."
"Don't bother, don't bother...Alas, Qingying, you..."
Meng Kongchan took a step forward, but could only watch Hua Qingying fly back to Xuanzhou and disappear in a moment, without any intention of staying... He didn't even really step into the Kingdom of Dreamweaver.
She...actually just wanted to give this boy a gift?
Yun Che stepped forward and bowed respectfully: “Junior Yun Che, on the orders of the Divine Master Hua Xin, has come to pay respects to the Divine Master Wu Meng.”
When Qingying left, Meng Kongchan suddenly lost all his thoughts. He nodded with a dull look on his face: "Come with me."
Yun Che said nothing more and followed behind Meng Kongchan.
Different gazes came from all directions, some were scorching hot, some were icy cold, some were as sharp as a knife, and some were as light as cotton.
After all, this is the kingdom of God where the main focus is on cultivating soul power.
Meng Kongchan said nothing during the entire process, and Yun Che did not take the initiative to speak either.
"As expected of the God of the Kingdom of Dreamweavers, his soul is like an endless ocean. It can submerge everything when it is still, and overturn the heavens when it moves."
Li Suo's voice came from the soul sea: "You have come here specifically to face someone with such a divine soul. What... are you going to do?"
Yun Che did not answer directly: "You will know soon."
"...I want to know now." Li Su's voice was not without worry.
When facing Hua Xin Shen Zun, Yun Che had Hua Caili to his side and Hua Qingying to protect him. Even if Hua Xin Shen Zun was furious, Li Suo would not worry about his safety.
But at this moment, Yun Che stepped into the Kingdom of Dreamweavers alone, facing the Dreamless God alone, truly alone and without help.
She was sure that Yun Che had come here with great deliberate intentions, and he must have some plot against the Dreamless God... But with Yun Che's current body, he was alone in this Dreamweaver Kingdom to plot against the Dreamless God... If he made any mistake, he would be dead.
Yun Che thought about it and told her, “The strongest point of Wumeng Divine Master is undoubtedly his soul. I am going to have a fight with him in this area where he is best at and most powerful.”
"!!" This answer undoubtedly shocked Li Suo.
"You..." After she said this, she fell silent again, and then she slowed down her voice: "How much do you know?"
Yun Che took a deep breath and uttered a soul-splitting voice: “This is the final barrier that the Demon Queen left for me at the cost of permanently damaging her own body. I… will never allow myself to fail!”
Dreamweaver Temple.
Various strange lights refracted from the surroundings, causing Yun Che’s vision to become strangely discontinuous and hazy. The Dreamless God in his sight also disappeared like scattered mist.
Yun Che closed his eyes for just two breaths. When he opened them again, his vision was clear. Meng Kongchan was already sitting upright on the throne, looking at him with a dull, almost soulless gaze.
"It seems that you have more than just a beautiful appearance."
This was the voice of approval from the God of Dreams, but it was without any emotion.
"You are only at the third level of the Divine Lord Realm, but you can regain consciousness so quickly in the soul light of this temple. It seems that your soul power is far superior to your profound power."
Yun Che took a few steps forward, then bowed as a junior: “I am Yun Che, a humble man. I am truly terrified to have troubled the Divine Master Wu Meng to take such trouble.”
"No matter how insignificant you are, as long as you can catch the eye of Caili, you have enough qualifications to be proud in front of any man."
Meng Kongchan couldn't tell whether this was a calm or sarcastic remark: "Where are you going?"
Yun Che said, “To be honest, although I have longed for the Kingdom of Dreamweavers for a long time, I know very little about it. It is not too much to say that I know nothing about it. So where should I go… I will follow the arrangements of the Dreamless God.”
“Yeah.” Meng Kongchan responded calmly, “With no background and cultivation level, the gap between you and the Nine Lords of the Palace is far greater than heaven and earth. I am also extremely curious about how you can make Caili, that girl, so devoted to you that even Qingying came here to protect you…”
His voice seemed to become slower and slower, then fainter and farther away, and more and more erratic.
"Now that you have entered my kingdom of dreamweavers, how can you not have a big dream first..."
The light was distorting, and the vision became hazy at some point, and the figure of the God Wu Meng seemed to be far away in the sky.
"I will personally help you fall into your dream. This can be regarded as... the highest hospitality of our Dreamweaver Kingdom... It is worth it for Qingying to personally send you here..."
Yun Che's eyes lost focus, and then lost their color, as if covered by a thick layer of gray fog.
His eyebrows that were twitching hard and the corners of his lips that were trying to open and close also became completely silent at this moment. Even the mysterious energy that naturally overflowed from his body seemed to be dormant and became extremely weak.
From beginning to end, Meng Kongchan maintained his original posture and expression without any change.
Only his pupils were emitting a faint silver light.
No one knew that his True God Soul had silently touched Yun Che’s soul sea… and then encountered a fairly stubborn resistance.
This was the instinctive defense of the soul of a living being against foreign invaders. With Yun Che's cultivation, being able to have such a soul defense was already worthy of praise for Meng Kongchan.
But in front of his true God soul, it was nothing but fragile cloth.
His eyes focused slightly, and his incomparably huge spirit was like a roaring sea, covering Yun Che's entire soul.
boom----
Yun Che’s mind was buzzing.
However, at the moment when Meng Kongchan’s soul touched Yun Che’s soul, his soul suddenly felt strangely frightened.
He saw a pair of... dark eyes that suddenly opened.
It was... the most extreme darkness he had ever seen in his life.
The pair of pitch-black pupils rapidly expanded in his soul, and then expanded again... As his soul trembled uncontrollably, he suddenly found that he had become extremely small.
His soul was like an overturned ocean... but hanging above the ocean was a dark abyss that seemed to cover the heavens and the world, with no end.
roar----------
The black pupils exploded, and the devil's abyss covered over, swallowing up the entire ocean. Not a ripple or a ray of light could be seen.
In Meng Kongchan's spiritual world, an extremely angry ancient demonic roar sounded.
Meng Kongchan's whole body shook violently, and the silver light in his pupils dissipated in an instant, replaced by an infinitely pure and deep dark light.
Yun Che slowly opened his eyes at this time… In his pupils, a ferocious demonic shadow was reflected.
He opened his mouth, making a hoarse devilish sound that sounded like himself, yet not like himself:
"I/I…was/was…dreaming/dreaming…seeing/seeing…Yuan/Yuan…"
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