After wandering around for another half an hour at a leisurely pace, Yun Che changed direction and headed towards Chenmeng Valley.
Although Chenmeng Valley is named after the "valley", it is actually located in a huge palace. The palace looks only a few miles from the outside, but it contains a space of hundreds of miles inside. It is foggy and seems like an illusory world.
When Yun Che approached, a disciple from Chenmeng Valley came to meet him and said stiffly, “You are not someone who wants to seek Chenmeng. Please stay away from this place.”
People who want to enter the Dream Valley may have a gloomy look or be in a manic mood. People like Yun Che are obviously not those who want to sink into dreams.
Yun Che said calmly: “Please inform the Lord of Naihe Valley that Yun Che is here to visit.”
“Yun Che?” The disciple of Chen Meng frowned slightly, and then his expression suddenly changed: “Yuan…Son of the Yuan God!”
He quickly knelt on one knee and said, "I was blind and didn't know that the Son of the Abyss had come. Please forgive me, Son of the Abyss."
“Is the Lord of Naihe Valley here?” Yun Che asked.
Disciple Chen Meng replied respectfully: "The Valley Master just received a special guest in person. He is in the valley right now. I will go and inform him."
Yun Che did not have to wait too long. Soon, Meng Naihe stepped out quickly, and his old face was already smiling from afar: “Son of the Abyss actually has time to come here. This really makes this old man overjoyed.”
Yun Che, who possessed a perfect godhead and acted like a tyrant, had rejected the title of Son of God, but in his eyes he was already the future Lord of Dream Weaving.
It hadn't been long since the ceremony ended, and he was still in a state of excitement that hadn't subsided. Yun Che had actually taken the initiative to visit him, and even this old man who had seen so much of life felt somewhat flattered.
Yun Che bowed slightly and spoke humbly, “I didn’t inform you of my visit in advance, which is really presumptuous. I hope I didn’t bother you.”
Meng Naihe quickly dodged: "No, no, you are the son of the Abyss God, how can you bow to an old man like me who is half buried in the ground. If the son of the Abyss God has any instructions, just speak up."
Yun Che did not waste any more words and directly said, “Then I would be disrespectful to refuse. Just now, did the former Son of God of the Owl Butterfly Divine Nation, Pan Buwang, enter the Dream Valley?”
"That's right." Thinking of Pan Buwang, Meng Naihe sighed, "Ah, fate is so cruel. The former Son of God now has a dead heart and is completely hopeless. It's sad and lamentable. Uh... Is the visit of Son of God Yuan related to Pan Buwang? Could it be that Son of God Yuan and Pan Buwang have some friendship?"
Yun Che shook his head: “We have no friendship. But Pan Buwang has already ‘sunk in a dream’ now?”
Meng Naihe sighed and said, "After all, he is the former son of the Owl Butterfly Kingdom. I tried to persuade him for a long time, but he was so desperate that he no longer cared about the world and only wanted to fall into the dream forever. He even handed over all the Yuanjing and Xuanqi on him, just wanting to stay in the dream for as long as possible."
"So, I had no choice but to obey. He had fallen into a deep sleep at this moment. Just as I was about to put him into a dream, I heard the news that the Son of the Abyss was coming, so I put him down and hurried over."
Yun Che seemed to be relieved: "That's good, it almost caused a disaster."
"Cause trouble?" Meng Naihe was shocked: "What do you mean?"
“Naihe Valley Master,” Yun Che said with a serious expression, “You have been the Valley Master for many years. You should know the history of Chenmeng Valley. Have any godsons or goddesses ever dreamed of this place?”
"Never." Meng Naihe answered without hesitation: "Those who can become sons and daughters of gods are all outstanding people. Why do they need illusory dreams to escape the sorrows of the mortal world? And once they fall into a dream, their bodies are half useless, and there is no possibility for sons and daughters of gods to come here."
He seemed to understand Yun Che’s intention, and continued, “Although Pan Buwang was once a son of God, he has now been abandoned, and his current status in the Xiaodie Divine Kingdom is not as good as that of an ordinary emperor’s son. And his experience…”
Meng Naihe shook his head and sighed again: "It's good to be in a deep dream, it is always a kind of wonderful relief."
Yun Che frowned slightly: “Even if he is abandoned, he is still a divine successor with eight points of divine nature. Moreover… Lord Naihe, how do you know that he will not become the Son of the Owl Butterfly God again in the future?”
Meng Naihe was stunned: "Son of the Abyss...what do you mean by that?"
“Does Lord Naihe still remember how high the godhood of Meng Jianyuan was back then?” Yun Che asked a question that everyone in the Dreamweaver Kingdom knew.
"Eight points." Monahe answered with confusion.
“What about now?” Yun Che asked again.
"very."
Yun Che's eyes were fixed tightly, causing Meng Naihe to feel an invisible pressure inexplicably: "Since Meng Jianyuan, who has eight points of innate godhood, can awaken his godhood later in life, why can't Pan Buwang?"
"This..." Meng Naihe said: "A miracle like the Son of the Abyss is hard to see once in a hundred thousand years. How can it be so easy to reproduce it again."
“That’s right. It’s hard to see one in a hundred thousand years, but it’s not absolutely impossible.” Yun Che’s voice slowed down a little: “So, what if it happens? If it happens that Pan Buwang awakens his godhood like me, and his overall qualifications surpass the current Owl Butterfly Godson, have you ever thought about what the consequences will be?”
"..." Mengnaihe's breathing stagnated.
Yun Che continued, “Once you sink into the dreamland and enjoy everything that is beyond your reach in reality, you will no longer be able to accept the cruel and hopeless world, and your body and mind will be completely wasted. And if such a Pan Buwang awakens his godhood, but becomes a useless person because of the ‘dream’, then can you imagine how furious the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom will be? Who will be blamed for all this?”
Before Meng Naihe could respond, he pressed on: "Valley Master Naihe, are you sure this 'what if' will never happen? Or... you could have refused, so why did you introduce such a huge possible risk into Chenmeng Valley?"
Yun Che's last few words completely wiped out the rebuttal that Meng Naihe was about to say, and was replaced by a sudden burst of cold sweat.
He took a deep breath, as if waking up from a dream, and said, "What Yuanshenzi said is absolutely right! Even if it is extremely impossible, once that one happens, it will definitely cause a huge disaster."
"Fortunately, the son of the Abyss of God arrived in time, and the dream has not yet begun. I will take him out now."
“No.” Yun Che stopped him, “Pan Buwang is already in the Dream Valley. You just said that his heart is as dead as the abyss and he has lost all hope. If we wake him up and tell him that he can’t dream, it would be the same as cutting off his last bit of desire in the world.”
"Master Naihe, you have seen many people with dead hearts in your life, and there must be many who were rejected for various reasons. Among them, how many chose to commit suicide?"
Monaihe's expression changed slightly.
"Given Pan Buwang's current state, if we take away his last bit of hope, will he choose to commit suicide? Is that possible?" He looked at Meng Naihe and continued, "If that happens, the former son of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom will commit suicide from the Dream Weaving Divine Kingdom..."
Yun Che shook his head slightly: “This matter can be big or small. But no matter whether it is big or small, it is directly related to Chenmeng Valley. This is also a risk that should not be taken.”
Meng Naihe turned back after taking the first step. Facing Yun Che, his aged figure became even shorter. “Please let Master Yuan tell me clearly.”
As the master of Chenmeng Valley, he had met countless people in his life, but he had never met a person like the former Son of God.
Because it is so difficult to give birth to a god with enough godhood, in history, only one god appeared in each era. But in this era, multiple sons or daughters of gods appeared in multiple kingdoms of gods. This is undoubtedly a miracle of this era, and it has also derived the saying that they were born to meet the calamity.
Therefore, this is the first time that Meng Naihe has encountered such a situation. After Yun Che's repeated "reminders", he realized that he almost buried a huge hidden danger with his own hands.
Yun Che pretended to be in deep thought, and after a while he asked, “You just said that he has fallen into a deep sleep. Then, Lord Naihe, is there any way to guide his consciousness and make him follow me obediently?”
Meng Naihe said quickly: "This is simple. In order to enter a dream, the dreamer will take the initiative to remove the soul defense. In his current comatose state, it is very easy to give him a hint. But this move may fail..."
“We must make decisions in an emergency.” Yun Che directly ordered: “Naihe Valley Master, have someone immediately prepare a small mysterious boat and orient it in the direction of the foggy sea. At the same time, give Pan Buwang a hint and have him follow me within half an hour.”
"I will personally send him away from the Kingdom of Dreamweavers, and I will let many people witness this scene. In this way, when Pan Buwang wakes up somewhere else, he will know that he has been rejected by Shenmeng Valley. Whatever choice he makes at that time has nothing to do with Shenmeng Valley or our Kingdom of Dreamweavers."
Meng Naihe nodded heavily: "In this way, all possible risks are indeed eliminated. The son of the Yuan God is only two hundred years old, but his mind is so meticulous and far-sighted. I am deeply impressed. With the son of the Yuan God in our Dream Weaving Kingdom, we will surely usher in an era of endless glory."
Soon, a profound boat was ready, and Yun Che stood on it. Beside him was Pan Buwang, whose eyes were unfocused.
“Shou Yuan, stay in the Temple of the Son of God and don’t come with us.” Yun Che sent a voice message to the darkness.
Meng Shouyuan's voice soon came: "The God's dignity has ordered that you must not leave the young master."
Yun Che narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice: “I don’t need anyone who disobeys my orders by my side!”
After a long time, Meng Shouyuan's voice came again: "Shouyuan is waiting for the young master to return safely."
"Don't worry, it's just a gift, it will be quick."
The Profound Boat started moving, and immediately, many people in the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom witnessed Yun Che personally sending the former Owl Butterfly Godson Pan Buwang, who was about to enter the Dream Valley, out of the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom.
Xuanzhou flew out of the border and headed straight towards the sea of fog.
Yun Che stood at the front of the Xuanzhou, his consciousness directly facing forward.
"What...are you going to do?" Li Suo asked.
Yun Che narrowed his eyes and said, “People who are as hopeless as despair are the easiest to use… As long as you give them what they need most, they will do anything for it.”
He was absolutely sure of this because he had been like this before.
"Where are you taking him?" Li Su asked again.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Yun Che smiled faintly: “It’s just a cover.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed Pan Buwang and dropped straight into the endless desolate mountains below, leaving only Xuanzhou still flying in the predetermined direction until its energy was exhausted and it fell into the sea of fog.
Bang!
The two fell to the ground, and Yun Che quickly picked up the Qiankun Divine Stone. The red light shone, and the profound formation was formed in an instant. Yun Che had already disappeared on the spot with Pan Buwang.
Deep in the sea of fog, Yun Che threw Pan Buwang to the ground. As his thoughts turned, the silent Abyss Kirin God opened his eyes, and a terrifying aura directly covered the sleeping Pan Buwang, pressing him to the ground. Even if he woke up, he couldn't move at all.
Yun Che had already stepped into the formation again and teleported back to the previous location.
After putting away the Qiankun Divine Stone, Yun Che flew up and flew back to the Kingdom of Dreamweaver at a moderate speed.
Everyone saw Yun Che send Pan Buwang away in the Xuanzhou, and soon returned alone, obviously seeing him off for a long distance... In this way, what happened to Pan Buwang outside afterwards would definitely have nothing to do with him, Yun Che.
After returning to the Kingdom of Dreamweavers, Yun Che went straight back to the Palace of the Son of God. When he was approaching, Meng Kongdu, the Lord of the First Dream Palace, came towards him.
There was also a young man following him, and judging from his appearance, he should be one of Meng Kongdu's sons.
Yun Che slowed down his pace and greeted, “Master Du Meng.”
Meng Kongdu's face darkened, he glanced away and snorted coldly.
The young man behind him had a conflicted look on his face, but he didn’t dare to say anything. He could only nod slightly to Yun Che.
Yun Che had no reaction to this. As they passed by, he sneered coldly, “Idiot.”
Meng Kongdu suddenly stopped, turned around and said in a deep voice: "Meng Jianyuan! What did you say?"
Yun Che also stopped and looked back, but compared to Meng Kongdu’s angry face, he smiled faintly: “It seems that Master Meng Kongdu is old, and his ears are almost useless. In this case, I might as well let Master Meng Kongdu listen carefully, I say…”
"idiot!"
“Ha!” Meng Kongdu sneered in anger: “Meng Jianyuan, do you think that I won’t dare to teach you a lesson just because you have the protection of the Sword Immortal and the perfect godhood?”
boom----
As his five fingers spread out, a storm roared around him, and the space trembled terribly.
“Ha, hahahaha!” Yun Che sneered, and then laughed wantonly: “Since you know that I have the protection of the Sword Immortal, you should know that if my aunt wants to kill someone, she will never care about the other person’s identity! Since you know that I have a perfect godhead, you should know who will be respected in the future of this Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom!”
“……” Meng Kongdu’s body stiffened and his momentum suddenly weakened.
Facing the extremely terrifying aura of Mengkongdu, Yun Che raised his eyes with contempt: “Anyone with a bit of brains should know how to judge the situation. Even if you still don’t want to leave Mengjianxi’s faction, you should know how to make the best of both worlds and leave a way out. Unfortunately, there are always self-righteous fools in this world... Don’t you agree, Master Dumeng?”
"You!!" Meng Kongdu's face was ferocious, but his momentum was obviously getting weaker and weaker.
A hand was placed on Meng Kongdu's arm, and the young man hurried forward and bowed respectfully: "Son of the Yuan God, my father has always had a stubborn temper and is inflexible, but I have absolutely no intention of disrespecting you, so please forgive me. I will come to your house on behalf of my father and apologize to you some other day."
The corners of Meng Kongdu's mouth twitched, but he did not refute.
Yun Che took a deep look at the young man, said nothing more, and turned away.
His aura subsided, Meng Kongdu lowered his arms, and he was a little dazed for a moment.
After returning to the Son of God Palace, Yun Che directly stepped into the cultivation space.
Deep in the sea of fog.
Pan Buwang struggled to wake up.
He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he regained consciousness, he felt as if his whole body was being crushed by thousands of mountains. He raised his head with difficulty, and all he saw was thick darkness and even thicker dust.
This is...where...
Shouldn't I... be entering a dream?
Why am I still in so much pain... Why haven't I seen Wuqing yet...
"You finally woke up, pathetic boy."
A voice that seemed near yet far away, extremely low and cold came into my ears.
Pan Buwang shifted his gaze with difficulty. He saw a twisted mass of gray fog and a pair of eyes above the gray fog that kept changing like dim lights in the dark night.
"Who are you?"
What Chenmeng Valley was sinking into should have been the most perfect dream, but why did it become the darkest nightmare this time?
The distorted gray shadow gave him the answer: "I am the Mist King who rules over the Sea of Mist."
“Mist…Emperor?” He whispered, and then laughed sarcastically: “Haha…hahahaha…ridiculous…you actually use such ridiculous means to humiliate me! I don’t care who you are, if you have the guts…just kill me!”
"Hehehe," the Mist Emperor laughed faintly, "A mere boneless reptile is worthy of being humiliated by this emperor?"
“Pan Buwang,” the Mist Emperor called out his name, “A pathetic person like you has branded the words ‘Son of God’ with an eternal stain.”
“Hahahaha…” Pan Buwang was still laughing miserably, totally ignoring how the other party knew who he was: “That’s right, I’m a pathetic waste, I can’t do anything… I wanted to protect my mother, but watched her die tragically. The person who hurt her was right next to me, but I was powerless…”
“I promised Wuqing to help her get rid of that crazy woman, but... she is dead... she is dead... and I don’t even have the qualifications to avenge her... hahahaha... hahahahahahaha…”
He was laughing, but tears were streaming down his face.
Wu Huang said, "So, how did Shen Wuqing die? Did you witness her death with your own eyes?"
Pan Buwang still smiled miserably: "No... I didn't even... get to see her for the last time..."
"That is to say, you didn't see her death with your own eyes..." Wu Huang's voice suddenly became stern: "Then why do you think she is dead!"
Pan Buwang's tragic laughter suddenly stopped, and then he suddenly roared out of control: "She... is dead! Shen Wuyanye killed her, and everyone knows that she is dead!"
The Mist Emperor sneered: "So you can predict the death of your so-called beloved based on what others say? Instead of believing that she will persist in living for you, endure humiliation for you, and fight for your life... Or is she also like you, a loser who will lose all hope when encountering setbacks?!"
Pan Buwang's eyes were fierce and ferocious: "She is not a waste! I don't allow you to say that about her!!"
"You are the one who thinks she is useless!" The Mist Emperor's voice completely swallowed up his roar: "It was you who concluded that she was dead out of thin air! It was you who didn't even have the courage to go to the Kingdom of Eternal Night to confirm it with your own eyes!"
"How can you be worthy of the former Goddess of Eternal Night?"
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