Chapter 106 Chapter 106 Long Aotian's Father 20
Dayan didn't expect that he would hesitate on such an insignificant matter.
He worried that if he told Zhuozhuo that their affection was genuine, Zhuozhuo would unconsciously become unguarded when she saw them in the future. Whether Zhuozhuo was hurt by their hostile attitude, or harmed and captured by them, Dayan couldn't bear the mere thought of it.
But if I deceive Zhuozhuo now that all the love she has for her is fake, she will be sad immediately.
His chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment. In Dayan's heart, Xiaoxiao's safety was more important. Besides, a short pain is better than a long one; now was the perfect time. He said calmly and solemnly, "Because I am one of the creators of this illusion, the creatures within it are influenced by me, and they can love or hate someone."
Although the degree of influence was minimal, probably less than one ten-thousandth. In fact, Dayan was influenced by that brat, so he showed a friendly attitude towards Zhuozhuo when they first met at the Immortal Sect.
Zhuozhuo blinked slowly, understanding Dayan's meaning. Her eyes drooped, her lips pouting in disappointment. But before Dayan could coax her, Zhuozhuo recovered on her own. She patted her chest childishly and said with relief in her little voice, "Daddy really does like Zhuozhuo. Daddy liked Zhuozhuo first, and Fengfeng later."
Dayan couldn't laugh. Why was a three-year-old's logic and memory so strong? In his impulsiveness, he forgot his previously secretly made plan of "enduring humiliation and raising Zhuozhuo together with the brat if necessary" and said, "Your father is a part of me."
"Oh? Isn't he a son?" Zhuozhuo tilted her head, trying to recall their conversation. Gradually, she understood what this sentence meant. Her smile disappeared, and she stared at Dayan with her mouth open, saying blankly, "Fengfeng, is Daddy real?"
She burst into tears, "Daddy is real, it's real! Zhuozhuo saying she doesn't want daddy is fake, no, no!"
This posture immediately calmed Dayan down, and he said in a deep voice, "It's true."
"Is it true that you like Zhuozhuo, or is daddy a real person?" Zhuozhuo always manages to grasp the key points of things and leave people speechless with his questions.
Dayan looked at Zhuozhuo's tearful face, sighed, and said what she wanted to hear, "It's all true. He can leave the illusion and come here to continue to be with Zhuozhuo."
Zhuozhuo didn't know what price Dayan would have to pay for this sentence, and suddenly became happy, stretching out his arms and shaking his little hands.
Dayan thought Zhuozhuo would ask him to bring the brat out right now. After all, it was unnecessary for him to suffer in the illusion. But the next second, he heard her say innocently, "Is Zhuozhuo Fengfeng?"
"Hmm?" Dayan reacted and was silent for a moment before asking, "Why do you say that?"
Two people, one innocent and pure with a pure heart, the other covered in blood and drenched in the filth of sin. No matter how you look at it, Zhuozhuo can't be his shadow in the illusion.
Zhuozhuo stared at Dayan's face. He had now regained his natural appearance, and he bore a 90% resemblance to the young Yan Bufan from the illusion. The remaining difference was due to age and experience. But Zhuozhuo didn't know that; she simply assumed the same person could look different inside and outside the illusion.
And one person certainly wouldn't be nice to another person for no reason, which would make sense if they were one person.
After listening to Zhuozhuo's analysis, Dayan: "......"
It seemed to make sense, so much so that I felt like I was seriously ill since I had such a strong opinion about my own shadow.
No one knew what Zhuozhuo had been through, but he realized all this at such a young age. Dayan said seriously, "Zhuozhuo, I'm not kind to you for no reason. You're like a little sun, like morning dew, like resilient grass in a strong wind. Seeing you is like being bathed in sunlight, and being in touch with you is like drinking nectar, which makes my body and mind relaxed. You're strong, brave, and lovable. I've gained so much from you, but you're too young to understand. But you have to remember that I treat you well, and your father treats you well, because you deserve it."
Zhuozhuo stared blankly at Dayan. She felt like crying despite being praised, but she was quickly overcome by pure joy. She smiled with her eyes curved, shaking her head with delight.
A smile spread across Dayan's eyes as he emphasized, "Zhuozhuo is a complete and independent person. He is not anyone's vassal, nor is he a part of anyone."
After he finished speaking, Zhuozhuo didn't move. He said sadly, "Zhuozhuo is Zhuozhuo, happy. Will Fengfeng and Daddy be unhappy?"
She didn't express it clearly, but Dayan understood it immediately. Zhuozhuo still remembered him saying that Xiaoyan was a part of him. She was happy that she was complete, but sad that Dayan and Xiaoyan were incomplete.
Dayan's heart ached and he wondered if Zhuozhuo knew some forbidden magic, otherwise why would he always like her more. Overwhelmed with emotion, Dayan's mind suddenly twitched and he said, "Your father and I are different people. We are both ourselves."
After saying that, Dayan smiled and thought to himself why he was like a young boy who didn't know how to weigh the pros and cons.
Never mind, it's just a matter of pretending to be two different people in front of Zhuozhuo from now on. I've already prepared myself mentally. Anyway, the only time I need to use all my strength is when I tear through the world barrier. Then I can just merge together and find a way to hide it from Zhuozhuo.
Then Zhuozhuo suddenly said, "What's Fengfeng's name?"
Dayan: "..."
He said with difficulty: "Isn't my name Fengfeng?"
It was Zhuozhuo who gave it this name.
Zhuozhuo shook his head and taught him like a little adult, "No. Daddy calls me Zhuozhuo baby, but Zhuozhuo's name is Zhuozhuo. I call you Fengfeng, but your name is not Fengfeng."
Dayan: "..."
It's numb.
"My name is Suifeng."
Let the past go with the wind. From this moment on, he is called Yan Suifeng.
"Shuifeng." Zhuozhuo's pronunciation was unclear, but he still insisted on praising her. "Fengfeng's name is nice, Shuifeng is really nice."
"Um."
Dayan was quite satisfied with his logical coherence with Zhuozhuo. Just as he was about to take Zhuozhuo to choose a place to live, he saw her dancing with excitement and saying happily: "Yan Bufan is daddy, Yan Zhuozhuo is baby, and Yan Suifeng is grandpa. Grandpa, you are daddy's daddy! Hahahaha——"
Dayan: "..."
After some mental preparation, he said lovingly, "Yes, Zhuozhuo is really smart."
After being forced to witness how the Venerable Jisheng tragically lost his real name, the story of a loving father and a filial son, and how the "Three Generations Living Under One Roof" was born, Hua Duoyou, lying on the ground vomiting blood, said: "..."
The demon's world is truly chaotic. Is this just an illusion caused by my severe injuries and unconsciousness? Never mind, let's kill him again.
Hua Duoyou attacked Yan Bufan again, but was slapped away again. This time, he couldn't hold on and died before he even hit the ground.
Zhuozhuo stared blankly at the person who had fallen to the ground in a twisted position. He was frightened and said slowly, "Huahua is dead."
Zhuozhuo was used to seeing dead people in this world, but since she didn't know those people, she didn't feel anything. Now seeing Senior Brother Huahua being beaten to death by Grandpa Fengfeng, the shock to Zhuozhuo can be imagined.
Dayan was furious, his murderous intent towards Hua Duoyou surging at this moment. It was fine if he'd just attacked and assassinated him, but he'd actually dared to die in front of Zhuozhuo! If Zhuozhuo left any psychological scars, he would definitely make his life worse than death!
Despite his ruthless heart, Dayan gently held Zhuozhuo and coaxed her, "This isn't Hua Duoyou, it's just one of his puppets. Zhuozhu, watch out, it will soon return to its original form."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the ground shrank rapidly and turned into a wooden figure the size of a palm.
Dayan raised his hand and called the wooden figure over, showing it to Zhuozhuo carefully. He said softly, "Zhuozhuo, look, the little figure is wearing the same clothes as before, and its facial features are the same."
Zhuozhuo's eyes widened, and the tears that had just brewed disappeared. She stared at the wooden figure intently. When Dayan was so nervous that he held his breath, he exclaimed: "Huahua is amazing."
Her eyes were filled with admiration as she shouted, "Zhuozhuo wants to learn! Zhuozhuo wants to learn how to become a wooden figure! Bang bang bang!"
She was so excited that she added background music randomly.
Dayan slowly put the wooden figure down and said, "It's not a wooden figure. This is a puppet made by Hua Duoyou out of wood. He put a wisp of his soul into it to control it. Not only is the puppet's cultivation low, but its death will also harm the original body."
Seeing that Zhuozhuo was completely obsessed with being a wooden man and couldn't listen to his shortcomings at all, and was about to find someone to learn from him, Dayan said, "...I can also be a wooden man. I'll teach Zhuozhuo."
"good!"
The wooden man won Zhuo Zhuo's heart. She couldn't wait a moment and had to learn it immediately. Dayan didn't rush to find a place to stay. He found a clean stone for Zhuo Zhuo to sit on. He took out a piece of wood and broke it in half. He handed the smaller piece to Zhuo Zhuo. Then he picked through the storage bag and found a dagger inlaid with beautiful beads. He whispered, "Don't hurt her."
The dagger swung up and down in a very human manner, and a clear young voice came out: "Yes."
Zhuozhuo said in surprise: "There are people living in it!"
"It's not a human, it's a sword spirit named Pingbo." Dayan put the dagger in Zhuozhuo's hand.
Zhuozhuo held the dagger carefully in both hands, looked around in surprise, and said tentatively, "Pingbo, hello, my name is Zhuozhuo."
"Hello, little master. Please feel free to carve. I am very sharp and can cut the Jianmu without much force. I will definitely not scratch your hands!"
The dagger's handle gradually lengthened, the blade shortened and thickened, and the smooth curved blade shortened and straightened, eventually becoming a carving knife.
"Wow, wow, wow. Pingbo is amazing!" Zhuozhuo exclaimed repeatedly, praising the carving knife in a baby voice for several times, until the blade turned pink with praise. Then she raised the carving knife and poked at the wood randomly. Several times, she missed the target, and the tip of the knife scraped past her hand and arm, which made Dayan's heart beat faster.
Dayan quickly stopped him and demonstrated it to Zhuozhuo himself. He first used a brush to outline the shape on the Jianmu, then used his finger as a knife to carefully carve along the ink mark. Soon, a grinning Zhuozhuo appeared. "Zhuozhuo, think about what you want to carve first, then start."
Zhuozhuo did it three times in a row. She touched the wood, touched Dayan's hand, and then said with sparkling eyes: "I want to carve Fengfeng's hand!"
"……Can."
There has never been a hand-shaped puppet in the world of cultivation. Perhaps Zhuozhuo can use his unconventional thinking to give it considerable combat power.
Zhuozhuo wasn't very skilled with a brush, so she used a small branch sharpened by Dayan and dipped it in ink, quickly creating a lifelike hand. She had a talent for painting and was also quite skilled in carving, and with the help of a flat carving knife to adjust the force and direction, she quickly freed herself from the frenzy and immersed herself in the carving.
Dayan watched for a moment, confirming that Zhuozhuo wouldn't hurt him. Then he walked behind her, out of her sight, and used a flying crane to deliver a message. Several paper cranes flew off in all directions, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
On the battlefield of the demon world on the edge of the world of immortal cultivation, demons of various races were fighting endlessly. A black bear demon suddenly raised its bear paw and slapped the red-haired fox demon in the battle, knocking the fox demon from the air to the ground and into a big pit.
The fox demon turned into a red-haired fox and lay at the bottom of the pit. Its head was half flattened, blood was flowing from all over its body, and its body didn't even have the slightest breath.
The black bear demon roared, landed on the ground, grabbed the fox demon, and was about to tear the fox apart by its legs when a paper crane flew across the battlefield where all kinds of spells and magical weapons were flying and stopped in front of the black bear demon.
The black bear demon was like a mouse seeing a cat. It immediately dropped the fox and turned into its original form, lying on the ground. It said humbly, "Xiong Ri will obey your command, Your Excellency."
The sturdy black bear couldn't help but tremble, and kept wondering in his mind why Venerable Jisheng had come to find him.
Was it because the progress in attacking the demon world was too slow? But the deadline given by the Venerable was still a month away. Or was it because he hadn't taken the initiative to greet the Venerable when he emerged from the illusion? But the Venerable preferred quietness to formalities, and anyone who tried to show off in his presence would be beheaded.
Before the Black Bear Demon could figure out what was going on, Dayan's voice came from the paper crane, cold and majestic, "Quickly capture the demon world, do not kill indiscriminately, and lock up those who resist in the paper crane barrier."
The paper cranes hovered quietly in mid-air. The Black Bear Demon scratched his head in bewilderment, wondering if the paper crane barrier could accommodate the entire demon world. If not, would Venerable Jisheng become enraged by the sheer number of rebels?
But the black bear demon did not dare to question the order of Venerable Jisheng. He looked at the fox demon on the ground whose soul was about to leave his body to be reincarnated, and stuffed a rebirth pill into his hand.
If we can't kill indiscriminately, then no one can die. He exceeded his quota. Hehe.
The same thing happened on the battlefields of the Demon Realm, the Spirit Realm, and the Ghost Realm. The subordinates of Venerable Jisheng did not understand his intentions, but the long-term high-pressure rule made them strictly and quickly carry out all his orders.
Thus, a strange scene appeared on the tragic battlefield. The subordinates of Lord Jisheng, who were harvesting lives in the previous second, held up a paper crane and put all the opponents within their sight into the barrier in the next second.
After they had defeated the enemies in front of them, they advanced deeper into the battlefield and continued to defeat them. Those who moved quickly were already ready to go deeper into the realm and gather all the people in the realm.
This unexpected change caused the enemies to be confused and suspect that the Venerable Jisheng had refined a new magical weapon that could engulf and kill people. The enemies fought hard, but the paper crane's suction was so strong that those below the level of Spiritualization had no power to fight back.
Seeing that no one survived wherever the paper crane passed, the enemies became furious and were determined to fight to the death.
The black bear demon was annoyed by the enemies rushing up to attack him. His loud voice resounded through the heavens and earth, "Those who surrender will not be killed. Imprison them in the paper crane barrier and wait for the Venerable's disposal!"
But on the battlefield, who could trust the enemy to capture you and not kill you? No one could see what was happening inside the paper crane barrier. Even if they could see, no one believed that Venerable Jisheng would really let them go. Besides, only a fool would put his life in the hands of someone else.
The pure white, fragile paper cranes hung high in the sky, a sight of immense fear. Unable to interrupt their movements, despair enveloped everyone. Suddenly, a rabbit demon suffered a mental breakdown and, recklessly, unleashed a forbidden technique.
The black bear demon's eyes were bloodshot, and he turned to flee for his life, when suddenly a ball of white light emerged from the paper crane and hit the rabbit demon. The rabbit demon's bloated body immediately deflated like a deflated ball.
The forbidden technique that was about to be completed was interrupted.
For a moment, the entire battlefield was silent. A mere paper crane clone could easily interrupt the unsolvable forbidden technique in the world of cultivation. The strength of Venerable Jisheng was beyond everyone's imagination.
They had always thought that it was their resistance that delayed Venerable Jisheng's efforts to tear through the world barrier. Now it seemed that their desperate resistance was a joke, and Venerable Jisheng had never taken any serious action at all.
He doesn't need help, he can probably tear the world apart by himself.
This realization made everyone lose even the feeling of despair, leaving them feeling only deep confusion. Why did such a powerful person exist? Did Heaven allow the birth and existence of the Silenced One also mean that Heaven allowed him to destroy the world?
Just as everyone lost their resolve, a ball of fire burst from the demonic realm onto the battlefield, showering it with scorching flames. The flames' attack wasn't powerful, but the pain jarred those burned, jolting them out of their doldrums. Several who had nearly self-destructed broke out in a cold sweat and immediately stopped.
The flames transformed into a human form in front of the paper crane, and it was Hua Duoyou.
His face was pale, showing how deeply affected he was by the puppet's death. However, his eyes were bright as he stared at the paper crane with a smile. He said slowly, "I wonder if the puppet's death scared Zhuozhuo, but Zhuozhuo must be most afraid of you. My dad, who was once a quiet, reliable, and gentle father, has become a demon who is hated by everyone and kills people without mercy."
The paper crane emitted white light and knocked Hua Duoyou down from the sky.
Hua Duoyou was blasted into a ball of fire, falling to the ground like a meteor, and only a moment later did he reshape himself. His face turned even paler, and blood continued to flow from his mouth. He tried to speak several times but couldn't, and finally just stopped talking and laughed.
When Dayan heard Hua Duoyou's words through the paper crane, he suddenly felt a strong murderous intent rising from his body. Hua Duoyou used Zhuozhuo to provoke him and tried to anger him, which was simply seeking death. What's more, Hua Duoyou's words did touch upon the hidden worries deep in Dayan's heart.
He attacked once, not feeling it was enough, so he attacked a second time. Just as he was about to kill the fireball, he suddenly heard a milky voice, "Fengfeng, why did you walk so far? Why didn't you look at me?"
Zhuozhuo was immersed in her carving, unconsciously mobilizing her spiritual energy. Just as her energy was about to run out, she was interrupted by Pingbo. She looked at the wood, which had begun to take shape, and excitedly wanted to share it with others. But she noticed that Dayan, who had been standing beside her, was now two meters away from her, his eyes not fixed on her. The little girl immediately became unhappy and pouted in complaint.
The dependence and closeness that Zhuozhuo unintentionally revealed made Dayan very happy. He no longer cared about Hua Duoyou and the battlefield. He left orders for his subordinates to fight quickly and put all his attention on the coquettish little guy.
Dayan knew what was going on with just a glance, without Pingbo needing to alert his master. He walked over and squatted beside Zhuozhuo, looking at the Jianmu carved into the shape of a hand, praising it with a sincere yet somewhat exaggerated expression, "Did Zhuozhuo carve this? It's too fast! I just wasn't looking for a moment, and Zhuozhuo was almost done. How can you be so amazing?"
Zhuozhuo was indeed happy after being coaxed. He tilted his little body and leaned on Dayan as if he had no bones, humming and saying that he was tired and his hands hurt.
Dayan's lips curled up as he held Zhuozhuo and rubbed her hands, arms, and shoulders. He also guided the spiritual energy in her body to circulate, so that it could recover as quickly as possible. After Zhuozhuo's fatigue subsided, Dayan began to ask her if she had encountered any troubles during the carving process.
"It's a big, big problem." Zhuozhuo held the wood in front of Dayan and said in great distress: "My hands won't move."
It wasn't finished yet, so of course it wouldn't move. But Zhuozhuo's intuition told him that even if it was finished, it would still be just a hand sculpture, something to behold, not something that could move like Hua Duoyou's puppets.
Dayan had already discovered this. The movement Zhuozhuo was saying was actually a "spirit." There were countless cultivators in the world of cultivation, and carving was easy, but only a few could create puppets. The difficulty lay in imbuing inanimate objects with spirit.
The spiritualization here does not mean simply enlightening uncivilized objects to give them a new and independent consciousness and intelligence, but creating something from nothing, making dead objects have spirituality, but not to the level of living things.
A puppet carrier is something between a living thing and a dead thing.
The paper crane Dayan had just used carried a wisp of his spiritual consciousness and part of his cultivation, and was also a type of puppet. A single paper crane puppet he had casually crafted could completely suppress the entire realm, which was why everyone on the battlefield had lost their fighting spirit.
Dayan himself was an expert in puppet making, so he allowed Zhuozhuo to learn. He guided her to express her doubts and insights during the carving process, then provided her with insightful answers. He also asked her questions to encourage her to think deeply and deepen her understanding of carving and puppetry.
Soon, Zhuozhuo vaguely understood something. She grabbed the Pingbo carving knife that was floating beside her and started carving in Dayan's arms.
As the sawdust fell, a hand, convincingly lifelike, gradually emerged. As he struck the final blow, Zhuozhuo mobilized all his spiritual energy, circulating it through the wooden hand, using himself as a reference.
After all, there are no meridians or bones on wood, so Zhuo Zhuo needs to construct them himself, so you can imagine how difficult it is.
Zhuozhuo got stuck several times, sometimes because she forgot the direction of the meridians, bones and blood vessels, and sometimes because she simply lacked spiritual power. Fortunately, she was calm and did not lose her spiritual power output and destroy the wooden hand. She just kept going slowly.
At the moment of completion, a green light flashed across the wooden hand, and then it looked like a dragon with its eyes painted, with a bright glow that made people feel that it had life at first glance.
Zhuozhuo held the wooden hand, feeling the connection with it. She looked at Dayan with a little panic and excitement, "Fengfeng."
Dayan's eyes were filled with admiration and pride. He hadn't expected Zhuozhuo to succeed on his first try. His talent and comprehension were truly unprecedented. He cupped Zhuozhuo's arm and encouraged him, "Try to control it."
Zhuozhuo thought for a moment, then placed his wooden hand on the grass, pointed to a light purple flower not far away, and said in a baby voice, "Shou Shou, pick this flower."
The wooden hand remained motionless, yet conveyed a faint and hazy feeling of doubt.
Dayan took a closer look at it. The difference between a puppet and a living thing is that a puppet has consciousness but cannot actively react. Although this wooden hand was Zhuozhuo's first creation, it was made of Jianmu wood, and the degree of spiritualization was still too high, it could actually have emotional fluctuations.
After saying it several times, Mu Shou didn't move. Zhuo Zhuo tilted his head and suddenly remembered the way he communicated with 9972. So he tried to communicate with Mu Shou in his mind, "Pick the purple flowers, Shou Shou."
The wooden hand still didn't move. Zhuozhuo scratched his head in confusion and looked to Dayan for help, "Fengfeng, the hand won't obey."
Dayan didn't intend to help her directly. He smiled and said, "What should we do? Can Zhuozhuo come up with a solution?"
"Well, I can." Zhuozhuo nodded his head in annoyance, staring at the wooden hand, sometimes talking to it in a baby voice, sometimes discussing it in his mind. Suddenly, Zhuozhuo had a flash of inspiration and put his "idea" on the wooden hand.
This process was a bit difficult and painful, as if a part of herself was going to be split apart, but Zhuozhuo did not retreat in fear. After making sure that she was not really split apart, she shouted "Hi!", clenched her little fist to cheer herself up, and moved towards the wooden hand with great momentum, and successfully entered inside.
The wooden hand, carved and invigorated by Zhuozhuo herself, was perfectly compatible with her spirit. As soon as Zhuozhuo took possession of it, she felt it was her own. She effortlessly manipulated it, using her index and ring fingers as legs to walk toward the purple flower. Then, with a powerful leap, she plucked the blossom.
Zhuozhuo happily jumped on the spot, let Mushou come back, climbed up along Dayan's legs and arms, lay on his shoulders, and handed the flowers to Dayan, "Give Fengfeng flowers~"
"Thank you, Zhuozhuo." Dayan was overjoyed and immediately cast a time spell on the flower so that it could be preserved forever.
Mu Shou climbed back down the same way he came and climbed into Zhuo Zhuo's hand, but he was so tired that he couldn't move.
Zhuozhuo pulled her spirit back and suddenly felt exhausted, as if she hadn't slept for three days. Her eyelids felt heavy as if a mountain was hanging beneath them, but she forced herself to say, "Fengfeng, I want to be a father again!"
Dayan used the spiritual power that had been protecting the burning soul to nourish her sea of consciousness and said with a smile, "Okay, but it's getting dark now. Let's find a place to eat and sleep first, okay?"
"Okay." Zhuozhuo closed her eyes, threw herself into Dayan's arms and fell asleep in seconds, snoring like a pig.
Dayan brought Zhuozhuo to the nearest Qingyuan Sect, the starting point of his fortune. He had already captured this place, and it was filled with his men. He ordered people to prepare food for Zhuozhuo, while he stayed by her side, multitasking to prepare some spiritual fruits, plants, and herbs for her.
After being processed, these things can exert their maximum effect without the side effects of elixirs. Apart from consuming too much spiritual power and energy of the maker, they have no other disadvantages.
Dayan's control over his spiritual energy was meticulous and precise, allowing him to process it quickly and efficiently, requiring almost no thought. It was simply mechanical movement, yet he didn't find it boring at all. On the contrary, watching Zhuozhuo's relaxed and graceful sleeping posture, and thinking about how she would praise the food after she ate it, and how it would restore her spiritual energy and nourish her meridians, Dayan felt very satisfied.
No one disturbed him, and the quiet and warm atmosphere calmed Dayan's heart. The tragic experiences of his childhood, including the loss of his family and the loss of his loved ones, seemed to be overshadowed by the small figure before him. Dayan's cold heart had unknowingly melted by the warm sun, like a small, flexible flower blooming beside the gurgling water.
Dayan was forced to become stronger before, but later it became a habit for him to constantly break through himself. Now he has finally found a reason to become strong.
He waited for Zhuozhuo, and it was like a dragon finally growing its reverse scales, gaining weakness and becoming complete. It was true that having someone to protect made one stronger.
Lightning flashed outside the hall, but it did not attract Dayan's attention. He used to be able to keenly perceive any movement within thousands of miles of Qingyuan Sect, but at this moment he was immersed in the happiness of family happiness.
It was not until the unstable spiritual power in his body damaged a red fruit that Dayan discovered that the barrier that imprisoned his cultivation had shown signs of loosening.
Dayan has long been stuck in a bottleneck. Centuries of research have led to the conclusion that this world's carrying capacity is limited, and the connection to the upper realm is severed. The highest level of cultivation within this world is that of a Loose Immortal. To break through this limit, the only options are to rebuild the connection or leave this world.
Dayan spent another hundred years researching and trying to repair the channel, but he could not find the big world that was supposed to connect to the channel. He had to settle for the second best and tear through the world barrier to look for opportunities in the void.
But now, the barrier has loosened on its own.
No matter what the reason was, Dayan subconsciously wanted to take advantage of the situation and break through, but when he saw Zhuozhuo kicking the quilt off, he acted faster than he thought and picked up the quilt to cover her. When she hummed unhappily and wanted to wake up, he half-lifted her up and patted her back gently to comfort her.
After Zhuozhuo fell asleep again, Dayan looked at her for a few seconds, chuckled, and waved his hand to disperse the calamity clouds that were brewing outside.
If it were in the past, Dayan would naturally seize the opportunity to attack with all his strength, even if the probability of failure was as high as 90%. But if he failed, he would die, and if he succeeded, he would become stronger. There was no need to hesitate.
Now that Dayan has Zhuozhuo, he can no longer take his life lightly, nor can he abandon everything to fight and gamble at any time.
Since the barrier can be loosened once, it can be loosened a second time. Before that, he wants to watch Zhuozhu grow up safely and have the ability to protect herself and arrange everything for her.
The black bear demon followed the paper crane and was invincible all the way. He felt refreshed but was also more afraid of the strength of the Venerable Jisheng. Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning was looming in the boundless and thick clouds. It was not as daunting as the usual thunder, but instead seemed like the thunder was rolling and groaning in pain.
He was startled by the strange phenomenon and contacted his colleagues as a precaution. He was horrified to learn that the calamity cloud appeared not only in the demon world, but also in the ghost world, the spirit world, the demon world, the immortal world, and even the mortal world. And it was not just a minor part of it, but covered the entire world.
Isn’t this the whole world being shrouded in calamity clouds?
Throughout history, no calamity cloud had ever been so widespread. This didn't even feel like a calamity cloud, but more like the Heavenly Dao had been wounded, manifesting itself in the form of a calamity cloud.
At this point, everyone thought of Venerable Jisheng. Could it be that he had quietly begun attacking the Heavenly Dao? Would it harm innocent people?
Do you want to ask?
Forget it, I don’t dare to ask.
Let it be, let it be, let it be.
Dayan's subordinates all gave up, but after he shifted his attention away from Zhuozhuo, he quickly discovered the abnormality of the calamity cloud and quickly found the reason - his cultivation had already reached the highest level in the world. Once he broke through, the small world would most likely be broken because it could not bear it.
There was just a slight sign of loosening, and Heaven responded with such a big reaction.
It seems that he is destined to be irreconcilable with this world.
Dayan was not affected and continued to prepare food for Zhuozhuo in a virtuous manner.
The main peak of Qingyuan Sect in reality is warm and peaceful, while the main peak of Qingyuan Sect in the illusion collapses with a loud bang.
Sect Leader Guan Congyun flew out from the rubble, landing on a hilltop and spitting blood. He looked grimly at the razed main peak. He glanced at his bloody right hand, its fingers and the spaces between them covered in shredded flesh.
He was just one step away from digging out that perfect Dantian. If Yan Bufan hadn't suddenly woken up and burst out with spiritual power that was no less than his, he would have been replacing his own broken Dantian by now!
Several people hurried towards the main peak, but when they heard Guan Congyun's voice transmission halfway, they hesitated and moved away. However, they couldn't just go back and wait for news, so they stopped at a place not too far away to wait and see, and at the same time restrained the disciples from running around.
Guan Congyun's spiritual sense covered the main peak. After waiting for a moment and finding no one escaping, he snorted coldly and flew over with a flick of his sleeves.
Yan Bufan's outburst must be some kind of secret technique, and the user has to pay a huge price, often his life. He has to dig out the Dantian before Yan Bufan dies, otherwise he can't use it.
Yan Bufan lay in the ruins, his severely damaged dantian and the explosion of his sealed power leaving him so weak that he couldn't even hear the panicked shouts around him. A strange spirit was trying to invade his sea of consciousness, and Yan Bufan instantly remembered the inexplicable voice in the token.
He can't be possessed!
Yan Bufan fought hard, and used his shattered sea of consciousness to attack the invader with all his might.
"Hey, stop fighting! I'm here to help you! With your shabby state, what's the point of me taking over your body? Even if I do, I'll have to wait until you've repaired your body meridians and sea of consciousness!"
Yan Bufan refused to listen, holding on to his breath, determined to fight to the death. The old man with the token had no choice but to angrily curse "ungrateful" and retreat.
Yan Bufan waited for a moment, only to find that the old man hadn't returned the favor. The breath he'd gathered instantly vanished. His consciousness gradually faded, as if he had been pulled away from his body. He looked down at his own miserable state, watching his breathing grow weaker and weaker.
But he cannot die. He wants to kill Guan Congyun who is trying to seize his Dantian, and take Zhuozhuo away from the devil's den of Qingyuan Sect... Oh yes, Zhuozhuo has been deceived by that despicable guy named Fengfeng.
He wanted to find Zhuozhuo, he wanted to become stronger, and he wanted to find a safe place where no one would disturb him and live with him...
He can't die.
Yan Bufan tried hard to stay conscious, gritted his teeth and endured the pain that felt like his bones were being shattered, circulating his spiritual power and repairing his shattered meridians bit by bit.
After an unknown amount of time, the shattered meridians were finally stitched together, able to withstand a full cycle of spiritual energy. Yan Bufan was drenched in cold sweat and blood, but he seemed to feel no pain, circulating his spiritual energy again and again, forcing his meridians to heal.
Next is Dantian and Sea of Consciousness...
Suddenly, a sinister voice came from the sky, "You little beast, you're not dead yet."
Guan Congyun looked at Yan Bufan's Dantian, which had healed almost completely, feeling jealous and ecstatic. "Hahaha, God is helping me! With this Dantian, I won't have to worry about breaking through to become a Loose Immortal!"
He stepped forward quickly, his hands forming claws as he attacked Yan Bufan's dantian.
Yan Bufan rolled to avoid it and stood up with his arms. He hunched over and looked at Guan Congyun, who was furious after his attack failed. He grinned and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's see if you have the life to take it."
After he finished speaking, Yan Bufan forcibly controlled the unruly spiritual power that was surging in his body and took the initiative to attack.
Zhuozhuo woke up at sunrise. She jumped up, looked around in panic, and cried for her daddy.
Dayan quickly hugged Zhuozhuo and used the action of patting her back to input spiritual energy to soothe her emotions. He said in a gentle voice, "Zhuozhuo, did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, dreams are fake."
"I'm scared." Zhuozhuo lay in Dayan's arms and sobbed. After she vented her panic, she grabbed Dayan's clothes and sobbed, "Fengfeng, Daddy is bleeding a lot, and there's a big hole in his stomach. Daddy is in so much pain, please save him."
Dayan was able to keep track of the situation in the illusion at all times and naturally knew what was happening, but he didn't expect Zhuozhuo to actually dream about it. He didn't say it was fake anymore, but waved his hand and unfolded a water mirror, which showed the battle between Yan Bufan and Guan Congyun. He pointed at Dayan's abdomen and said, "Zhuozhuo, look, Daddy is almost healed now."
"But, but, Daddy's chest is cracked, I can't lift this arm, and a piece of flesh has fallen off my shoulder... Ugh!"
The more Zhuozhuo looked at her, the more frightened and sad she became. She started crying again. But she didn't look away even as she cried. Instead, she choked out her tears and shouted, "Come on, Daddy! Kill the bad guys!"
Dayan was paying attention to Zhuozhuo's mood and smiled when he saw this. "How did Zhuozhuo know that Guan Congyun was a bad guy? When you and Dad first arrived at Qingyuan Sect, he was very kind to you."
Zhuozhuo was nervously watching the battle. Upon hearing this, he said as a matter of course: "Daddy is only beating up the bad guys!"
Dayan smiled again and said softly, "Because you like daddy?"
Zhuozhuo nodded, turned around to look at Dayan, and said seriously: "Zhuozhuo likes Fengfeng too."
Dayan subconsciously wanted to ask, "If my father and I fight, who will Zhuozhuo help?", but then he thought it was too childish. He shook his head and watched Yan Bufan gradually gain the upper hand, and then was surrounded and attacked by the elders of Qingyuan Sect who rushed over and fell into a disadvantage.
"Bad guys, bad guys, there are so many bad guys, Aunt Qingyin, go help daddy, Fengfeng, help daddy!" Zhuozhuo was so anxious that he almost jumped up, holding Dayan's hand and dragging him towards Shuijing.
"Don't panic." Dayan followed Zhuozhuo's strength and walked forward. "Zhuozhuo must trust Daddy. This is his way to become stronger."
"Does becoming stronger mean getting hurt and bleeding?"
Dayan was alert, "Of course not. Everyone has different ways to become stronger, but your father and I are suited to breaking through ourselves in actual combat. Zhuozhuo, you don't like fighting and killing, right? You can find other ways to become stronger. It doesn't matter if you can't find it. Your father and I are very strong and can protect you and walk sideways in this world."
As he was speaking, Yan Bufan indeed made a breakthrough in actual combat. He chased Guan Congyun and others with the power of heavenly thunder, and killed two elders with the help of the power of heavenly thunder. The situation was reversed in an instant.
Zhuozhuo couldn't see the hidden dangers and just thought Yan Bufan was so cool and powerful in controlling the thunder. She finally stopped worrying and said to Dayan, "Zhuozhuo, walk straight, not sideways."
"Okay, Zhuozhuo can go however he wants."
Because the power sealed in his body was released, Yan Bufan was able to overcome the tribulation this time and directly climbed from the Qi training stage all the way to the Nascent Soul stage, and was then trapped in the inner demon tribulation of the Nascent Soul stage.
Guan Congyun and others who were being chased everywhere found an opportunity and sneaked up to prepare for a surprise attack.
As soon as Zhuozhuo saw Yan Bufan's condition, she knew that he was unable to sense the outside world again. Seeing Guan Congyun getting closer and closer, she climbed onto Dayan and pounced on Shui Jing in a hurry.
Dayan quickly grabbed the little tiger girl and said in a rare stern tone, "Zhuozhuo, have you thought about the consequences of doing this? If you fail to enter the Water Mirror and fall to the ground, will you get hurt? What if you enter the Water Mirror and get hurt by Guan Congyun and the others?"
Seeing Zhuozhuo frightened with tears in his eyes, Dayan slowed down his voice, "I know you want to help Daddy, but you can't defeat Guan Congyun and the others, and you can't enter the Heart Demon Tribulation, so how can you help? Besides, your Daddy is busy with his own affairs right now. He will be very worried when he sees you. He won't be able to concentrate on fighting, and he will have to divert his attention to protecting you..."
"Zhaozhuo will become a burden if he goes." Her voice was filled with sadness. Zhuozhuo answered while Dayan was choosing his words. She hung her head, unable to stop crying. "But Zhuozhuo wants to be with Daddy. We can live and die together."
Dayan's mind was shaken, his burning emotions pure and intense, nearly boiling him. He gently lifted her little head, letting her see the water mirror, which showed Yan Bufan overcoming his inner demonic tribulation at a crucial moment and piercing through Guan Congyun and the others who had come to attack him.
"Your father is very powerful, Zhuozhuo must trust him."
These words, combined with the scene of Yan Bufan killing everyone, were very convincing. He nodded with his eyes shining brightly, "Yeah, yeah."
"What I said just now wasn't meant to be harsh on you, nor was it meant to stop you from saving your father." Dayan said slowly, "Your father definitely hopes to live well with you, so Zhuozhuo, before you save your father, you must make a plan first."
"Just like carving, draw first?" Zhuozhuo drew inferences from one example.
"Yes, that's it."
Dayan patted Zhuozhuo's head with relief and said, "The more dangerous and urgent the situation, the more calm you need to be. Think carefully before taking action. Only then will you have a chance of success. Otherwise, your efforts will be in vain. For example, if you were inside just now, you could hide in the dark and lure Congyun and the others away, or you could go find Zhulong."
"How do you lead him away?"
"Zhuozhuo, think about it yourself first, what can you do?"
Zhuozhuo wrinkled his nose and thought for a while, but his mind was empty and he couldn't think of anything. So he simply gave up and asked curiously, "Is Zhulong very powerful?"
"All the people in the Qingyuan Sect combined cannot defeat Zhulong."
"Can Fengfeng defeat it?"
"Of course. But your father can't beat him." And he won't be able to beat him for a long time. As long as he is in this world, Yan Bufan's cultivation will be suppressed by Dayan by at least one major level.
"If you can't beat him, just get stronger slowly. Zhuozhuo is happy now, Fengfeng is fine, and daddy won't be in a hurry to get stronger." Zhuozhuo now trusts Dayan completely, and psychologically he naturally places the safety of himself and his daddy on him.
Dayan snorted, fearing that this would only make the brat even more anxious. After the seal was lifted, the brat would soon realize the truth of the illusion. When he emerged from it, tsk.
I wanted to ask Zhuozhuo who she would help if he and the brat fought, but hold back, hold back!
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