Meng Jianxi's body tensed up little by little, and he spoke with difficulty: "Mother, you...don't force me."
Meng Xuanjue said coldly: "I'm not forcing you, I'm saving you!"
"I was four parts heartbroken to see Jianzhou flee, but I was six parts relieved. If he and Meng Jingzhe died, there would never be any loopholes left, and I had originally planned to never let you know. But those two idiots who were always more likely to cause trouble than to help, actually let Meng Jianyuan come back alive!"
In fact, Meng Jianxi had long suspected that Meng Jianyuan's death was related to Meng Jianzhou. As Meng Jianzhou's only brother from the same mother, he could most deeply feel Meng Jianzhou's hatred towards Meng Jianyuan.
This is why, after he awakened his godhood and became the Son of Dreamweaver, he ruthlessly trampled the Dream Continent, which should have been the closest to him, into the mud, and also crushed all his courage and ambition.
But he never thought that this matter was related to his mother... She was already the Queen of God, standing at the top of women in the world. There was no reason for her to take such a huge risk to do something that would have serious consequences if exposed.
As for Meng Jianzhou... He didn't even know until his death that his success was actually secretly promoted by his biological mother. He always thought that it was perfect and no one knew except him and Meng Jingzhe.
"Back then, I was too confident that my position as the Queen of Gods was unshakable, but I was almost threatened by that bitch! After that, I deeply realized that any opponent should not be underestimated, and any threat must be nipped in the bud!"
Meng Xuanjue suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled Meng Jianxi over, making him look directly into her eyes: "Meng Jianyuan is more than just a 'bud' now! His threat to you is almost like riding on your face! How can you be so indifferent!"
"I am not indifferent." Meng Jianxi tried her best to calm down: "It's just that at this moment, I should not and cannot attack Meng Jianyuan."
"When did I ask you to take action against Meng Jianyuan?" Meng Xuanjue said in a deep voice: "Your father now regards him as a treasure. To take action against him is tantamount to digging your own grave. Right now, the most important thing you should do, and what you must do... is to stop him from becoming the Son of Dream Weaver. At least, you shouldn't let him share the title of Son of God with you so easily and naturally!"
"Instead of being self-sufficient and indifferent!"
She pulled Meng Jianxi's arm, and her five fingers slowly tightened, her nails almost digging into his flesh: "Remember, in this Kingdom of Dreamweaver, after all, God has the final say! Even if you have ten grandfathers and ten uncles, your say cannot surpass that of your father! Only if you firmly sit on the throne of the Son of God, and become the only Son of God in the eyes of your father and the Kingdom of Dreamweaver, then even if everything is really exposed, even if your father is angry, he will never make it public, let alone implicate you... because you are the only choice!"
"In the future, you will inherit the power of your father and become the Lord of Dream Weaving... Then, even if I have committed ten times more sins, you can cover them with one word! Even if there are 100,000 Meng Jianyuans, they are nothing more than your subordinates. Do you understand?"
Meng Jianxi closed his eyes and looked up at the sky, then said in a solemn voice: "I understand. I will definitely follow my mother's teachings. No matter how small the threat is, I will do my best to kill it at the very beginning."
"Very good." Meng Xuanjue's hand finally loosened slowly: "This is how my Xi'er should be. Now, go to your grandfather. Now six of the nine dream palaces will comply with your wishes, and we will rise and fall together. Your attitude will determine the enthronement ceremony in seven days."
Meng Jianxi walked out of the Shenhou Palace and let out a long sigh.
At this time, Meng Jianze flew over, looking anxious: "Your Highness! Have you received the news? The Father God is going to make Meng Jianyuan the second Son of the Dream Weaver God, and it will be in seven days!"
"Okay, got it." Meng Jianxi responded absentmindedly.
Meng Jianze observed the other person's expression and said angrily, "What on earth is Father God thinking? It's simply... incomprehensible!"
"It's really inexplicable." Meng Jianxi nodded in agreement. He looked ahead and said thoughtfully, "My mother asked me about this just now. To calm her down, I said that Father God's actions were out of joy, guilt and a desire to make amends, which was reasonable. In fact... I have no idea what Father God is doing."
"If Father God is doing this out of love and to make amends, this move is actually harming him. After all, Meng Jianyuan has disappeared for so many years, and now he has no foundation in this kingdom of God, let alone the hearts of the people. He is suddenly promoted to the position of 'Son of God'... Compared to the superficial respect, there are undoubtedly more doubts, cold eyes, confusion, and uneasiness."
"If I were to dream of Yuan, I would only feel like I was being roasted on a gorgeous charcoal fire. Father God is such a wise man, he would not fail to understand this."
I dreamed of Xi speaking slowly, but I still couldn't figure it out.
Even if he was ten times smarter, or had ten more heads, he would never have thought that Yun Che's "backer" was not only Meng Kongchan, but also the Zhetian Divine Kingdom.
Meng Kongchan's action was certainly out of love and compensation, but it was also to give Yun Che an identity and Hua Fuchen an attitude.
"No matter what the reason is, Father God has totally ignored Your Highness' feelings." Meng Jianze lowered his voice and asked, "What do you think about the ceremony in seven days?"
Meng Jianxi stopped and slowly uttered two words: "Strangle!"
Meng Jianze also stopped and looked at him with burning eyes.
"Although I cannot harm him, I will make the day after seven days a day of shame that he will never forget! I will make his title of 'Son of God' not only lose its glory forever, but also become a brand of shame that everyone will look down upon."
"I understand." Meng Jianze nodded slowly, with excitement shining in his eyes.
"I can't help with this matter. I even have to protect him throughout the whole process." Meng Jianxi's eyebrows slowly sank: "You know what to do."
…………
The Kingdom of God.
Hua Qingying fell from the Xuanzhou, but saw Hua Fuchen was already standing there, as if waiting for her to come back, with a very subtle expression.
"Where's Caili?" Hua Qingying asked, "Why can't I find her presence?"
"She entered the Seven Star Sky-Breaking Formation." Hua Fuchen said truthfully.
"What!?" Hua Qingying's brows suddenly darkened.
"She knew you would stop her, so she entered before you returned." Hua Fuchen said calmly, "Now the seven stars are shining, and the seven formations are all open. It's too late for you to stop her."
Hua Qingying stared at him coldly, then turned and left.
"There is some extremely good news for Caili's future."
Sure enough, as soon as Hua Caili was involved, Hua Qingying immediately stopped.
“Meng Kongchan just sent me news, but it was not the result of the ‘falling dream’, but…” Hua Fuchen paused for a moment before slowly saying, “He discovered that Yun Che’s true identity was Meng Jianyuan, who disappeared a hundred years ago.”
"..." Hua Qingying was obviously stunned for a moment, then she slowly turned her eyes away: "Are you serious?"
“This is what Meng Kongchan said personally.” Hua Fuchen said, “Moreover, Yun Che just happens to have no memories before the age of ten, and his age is also two sixty years old. You told me all this. Now that I think about it, it is completely consistent with Meng Jianyuan who disappeared that year.”
Hua Qingying murmured: "Too good to be true..."
“The world is so vast that nothing is impossible. It is truly bizarre.” Hua Fuchen sighed, “But in this way, Caili and Yun Che’s affairs will be much simpler. At least we don’t have to face it alone.”
“In order to show his attitude to me and to give Yun Che an identity as soon as possible, Meng Kongchan has ordered Yun Che to be established as the second Son of the Weaving Dream God. The ceremony of enthronement will be held in seven days.”
Hua Qingying turned around abruptly: "Won't this move push Yun Che to the forefront? Meng Jianxi's mother clan has a strong foundation, and you have also commented that he is very ambitious and resourceful. Even if Yun Che is Meng Jianyuan, he is still a lonely person who has already cut off everything when he returns to the country. Forcibly establishing Yun Che as another son of the Dream Weaver God will cause what kind of reaction Meng Jianxi and his mother clan will cause, you should know it well."
Hua Fuchen smiled and said, "This is a kind of experience and test for that kid. Only such an environment can make a person grow the fastest."
"Has the Kingdom of Dreamweavers sent out invitations?" Hua Qingying suddenly asked.
Hua Fuchen shook his head: "The news must have spread, but Meng Kongchan has no intention of inviting the other five countries. However, when the time comes, I will let Kaiyang..."
"No need." Hua Qingying said coldly, leaving no room for doubt: "I'll go myself."
"Well……?"
"How can the man chosen by Caili be bullied by others?"
Even when facing the God of Huaxin, Hua Qingying's words were always to inform rather than discuss: "In seven days, I will personally visit the Kingdom of Dreamweaver. You don't have to worry about this matter anymore."
"I haven't seen that old man Meng Zangji for a long time."
"Qingying, this..." Hua Fuchen raised his hand, but could only watch Hua Qingying float away and shook his head helplessly.
…
Abyss, sea of fog.
There were more than ten people in the group, all dressed similarly, obviously from the same sect.
They all had wounds of varying severity, and the ground around them was littered with the remains of abyssal beasts that had not yet turned into abyssal dust. It was obvious that they had just been through a fierce battle.
Half of them were on guard, and the other half gathered around the youngest man. The middle-aged man in the lead put his hand on the young man, and after a moment, he shook his head with a heavy face: "Yuan Chen has already eaten away his heart... There is no hope."
As soon as the word "heart-eroding" came out, everyone's face turned gloomy, because in this cognition, it was equivalent to death.
The abyss dust cannot be controlled, cannot be annihilated, and is extremely difficult to dispel. Once it enters the heart, there is no possibility of survival.
“No, it won’t happen…” The tall man closest to the young man had tears in his eyes, but shook his head in confusion, unable to accept it: “Uncle Master, there must be a mistake. The pastor brother’s injury is obviously not serious, how could… how could…”
The young man grabbed his arm and forced a smile on his pale face: "Brother Han, everyone has their own destiny, don't worry about it. It's a pity... I can't fulfill my promise."
The tall man lowered his head and gritted his teeth, choking with sobs for a moment.
"Brother Han, I have one last favor to ask of you... I... don't want to die in the sea of fog."
"Okay!" The tall man replied with difficulty: "I'll take you away right now! Even if we have to leave, we should leave in one piece. How can we turn into dust in this sea of fog?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were sudden cries of surprise from all around.
"What...what is that?"
Looking up, thick fog and dust were rolling in the distance, and even the already gray sky seemed to become darker because of it.
Everyone stood there in a daze, until one person whispered absentmindedly: "This scene seems very similar to the one in the legend..."
Suddenly, a deep and powerful roar, like the roar of a demon, rang in their ears:
"The Mist Emperor patrols the sea, all spirits retreat!"
Every word was so shocking that it seemed to echo directly in the depths of their hearts and souls, making them all turn pale with rage.
"Mist...Mist King? The one in the legend..."
"Isn't it just a fabricated hoax?"
"It is rumored that when the Mist Emperor first appeared several months ago, he caused the Ancestral Kirin God from the depths of the Mist Sea to appear, causing a catastrophe thousands of miles away and burying countless corpses! Even if someone is lying... that person is someone we cannot afford to offend."
The middle-aged man immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Go, go!"
The voice in the gray fog suddenly became angry: "Retreat...disperse!"
Boom! !
The earth trembled, and a storm suddenly emerged from the gray fog, blasting the terrified people away and dropping them several miles away.
Only the young man whose heart was corroded by the abyss dust and who was doomed to die was not affected by the storm and was left there all alone.
The middle-aged man stood up in panic and growled, "Go! Don't look back!"
The tall man stood up and saw the young man who stayed where he was, getting closer and closer to the rolling gray fog. His pupils suddenly shrank and he said in a lost voice: "But Pastor brother..."
"We can't do anything about him!" said the middle-aged man. "He's already beyond saving. If we continue to dawdle, we'll be in trouble too."
The tall man gritted his teeth and pushed the middle-aged man fiercely: "Uncle Master, go away quickly, don't worry about me!"
As he roared, he rushed towards the young man... and also towards the rolling gray fog.
"Han Xu!" The middle-aged man roared, but he could only grit his teeth and flee as far as possible with the other disciples.
Bang!
The tall man stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. He rolled over and rushed to the young man, quickly picking him up... But when he stood up, he touched the gray fog that was close at hand.
His eyes suddenly widened and met a pair of huge gray pupils that appeared and disappeared in the gray fog, chaotically and distorted.
"How dare you, a lowly mortal spirit, dare to offend my majesty!"
The terrifying pressure almost crushed his soul. The middle-aged man shuddered, but he forced himself to shout, "I am a mortal spirit, how dare I offend... Lord Wu Huang. It's just... it's just that my junior brother's heart has been eaten away by the abyss dust, and his life is over. I just want to take him out of the fog sea and die with dignity. I have no intention of offending him. I beg Lord Wu Huang to forgive me... I, Han Xu, will be grateful for the rest of my life."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
In response, the Mist King laughed loudly.
"You are loyal and righteous, and you are not afraid of death. You deserve the emperor's grace!"
Along with the voice of the Mist King, a gray fog suddenly covered the area.
The middle-aged man groaned but did not dare to resist... However, he did not feel the abyss dust eroding him. The gray fog stayed on them for a few breaths and then quickly dissipated.
At the same time, the particularly strong gray aura on the young man also dissipated.
"Hahahaha!" The gray fog rolled away, accompanied by the Fog Emperor's loud laughter that gradually faded away.
“Brother Han.” The young man struggled to stand up from the tall man. He raised his hands and looked at his palms in disbelief, then uttered a voice like a dream: “All the erosions on my body... disappeared…”
"Wha…what?"
They returned to the middle-aged man's side, and when the middle-aged man's mysterious energy circulated through the young man's body, he was stunned for a long time, and his pupils dilated silently, as if he had suddenly entered the most absurd dream of his life.
"Uncle Master?" The tall man asked tentatively, "Is it...really..."
"This is impossible, this is impossible." The middle-aged man shook his head as if he was lost. "It is clearly an incurable abyss... not only the heart meridian... but everything... everything has disappeared..."
The people around looked at each other in bewilderment, as if they heard some devilish sound from the sky.
A disciple murmured softly, "Isn't it said that once the Abyss is eroded, even the Supreme Abyss Emperor above the Pure Land cannot exorcise it... How could it be..."
"Could it be that he is really... the Emperor of the Sea of Mist?"
The young man suddenly turned around, knelt heavily in the direction where the "Mist Emperor" was going away, and shouted in tears: "I am Mu Cheng, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, and I thank the Mist Emperor for giving me a new life! I am willing to respect the Mist Emperor as my faith for the rest of my life, and I will never abandon him even if I die!"
No one responded, and no one else spoke either. Their hearts and souls were turned upside down.
Not long after, the rumor that the "Mist King" appeared again and could eliminate the erosion of the abyss in an instant spread to the edge of the fog sea and quickly radiated to the deeper living places.
——
Yun Che walked out of the training space and stretched lazily.
Sensing his presence, the girl came hurriedly with a fragrant breeze: "Sir, you finally came out. In three hours, it will be the ceremony to enthrone the Son of God. If you don't come out..."
"Sir, if you don't come out, I'm going to cry." A charming female voice came, Meng Zhiyuan walked lightly, holding a silver dress in her hands: "Sir, let us help you change clothes first."
Yun Che stretched out his hand: “I can do it myself.”
"No." Meng Zhiyuan dodged, pouted her lips, and said resentfully: "It's fine if you don't allow us to bathe and sleep with you, but if you don't even allow us to change clothes, we won't be able to stay by your side anymore."
"Yeah!" Liu Zhanyi quickly nodded in agreement.
“Alright, alright.” Yun Che responded helplessly and followed them back to the bedroom.
When he walked out, his body was already overflowing with silver light and surrounded by a dreamy aura. His every step revealed his divine demeanor and nobleness, which stared at the two little girls in amazement for a long time.
“It fits me fairly well, but it’s a little fancy.” Yun Che seemed quite satisfied, and then whispered, “Shou Yuan.”
The old man fell from the sky and knelt on the ground.
“It’s still early. Tell me who will be participating in the enthronement ceremony.” Yun Che looked very casual, as if he was just asking a simple question and didn’t take it too seriously.
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