Chapter 118 When He Awakened from a Dream, He Wanted His Master!!!
It hurts so much.
Lou Yan thought that must have hurt terribly.
The Ghost Cry River roared and howled.
He watched as Heng Qichun removed the misty outer garment, turned around, and exposed his smooth back to Que Zhifeng.
A smooth back.
Lou Yan had never seen Heng Qichun naked in this life. Only now did he realize that his unscarred body was so smooth and beautiful.
The smooth, orderly curves flowed from the back of her neck to her waist, disappearing into the cover of her clothes, leaving behind translucent white skin that was as smooth and lustrous as jade, standing out incongruously on the filthy banks of the Ghost Cry River.
Lou Yan's gaze lingered on Heng Qichun's back for a long time, and suddenly, a splash of color appeared on that fair skin.
A wound stretched across his tailbone, from which blood dripped.
Lou Yan was startled. That spot, that spot was...
He then realized what Heng Qichun had said to Que Zhifeng earlier.
Pick.
god.
bone.
Que Zhifeng stood behind Heng Qichun, the ghost seal in his hand forming a sharp shape, and like a sharp blade, he cleaved open the gash on Heng Qichun's waist.
The next instant, the ghost seals covered the bloody mouth, forcefully pulling out a corner of the divine bone.
don't want! ! !
Lou Yan let out a silent roar.
His mind was shaken, and all the remaining fragments of his spirit scattered in the turmoil, mingling with the thick fog around him, and he lost the ability to "see things".
They could no longer see him; only Heng Qichun's suppressed cries of pain echoed in their ears.
"Well……"
"ah!!!"
After a cry of pain, he seemed to hear the sound of flesh and bone being torn apart.
Lou Yan was so breathless that he could almost picture Heng Qichun's condition.
He was probably kneeling on the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably, his palms pressed tightly against the ground, his fingers must have been rubbed raw by the gravel.
Even Heng Qichun couldn't bear this pain...
After a long while, the suppressed breathing finally stopped with difficulty. Lou Yan could not see the scene in front of her clearly, but she could hear the sound of clothes, bones and sand rubbing against each other.
— Heng Qichun propped himself up from the ground.
He heard Que Zhifeng's voice: "Senior brother, have you really made up your mind?"
"Once you lose this divine bone, you will no longer be a supreme god, but merely a cultivator who has practiced the immortal path for thousands of years."
"Your hair will turn white, your spiritual power will decline, you will no longer have the overwhelming divine grace, and you will no longer be able to... protect all living beings."
Heng Qichun gave a weak laugh, “The common people are strong on their own and should not be protected by gods. We should not underestimate the common people.”
Their clothes brushed against each other, and he held out his hand to Que Zhifeng, saying, "Give it to me."
Then came the sound of Heng Qichun's Pure Yang Sword being drawn from its sheath, cleaving the spine in two.
The bones of the devil need to be reduced to ashes to prevent them from harming the world, but the bones of the god are so easily destroyed.
Que Zhifeng looked at the bone that had already vanished into nothingness, and smelled the intense lotus fragrance gradually spreading from Heng Qichun. He couldn't help but ask, "Won't this give us away?"
"It's alright, I still have some divine essence within me, which can sustain me for a while longer."
"What about the inexhaustible wood?"
Heng Qichun smiled, a sudden streak of blood hanging from the corner of his pale lips, and then looked up.
This is the underworld, with a dark, sunless dome overhead, shrouded in a thick, perpetual fog.
But for some reason, he always felt a strange sense of familiarity about that place.
Just like the Endless Tree in the Eighteen Realms that was "connected with his divine grace," it forever sheltered that mountain range, life after life, never withering or decaying.
But Heng Qichun said, "The tree has its own destiny, which is beyond my control."
Trees have their own destiny.
Just like the countless beings in the lower realms who have been protected by the gods for thousands of years, the "worship" they rely on for prayer and the "offerings" they think can keep them safe are actually not worth mentioning.
It is true that the gods sit high above and protect us.
But in the face of death, there are countless examples of people who, through their own efforts, carve out a bloody path in the face of a deadly situation.
The inexhaustible tree relies on the balance to abandon spring to grow, which is also a "deception" of the gods.
Lou Yan could no longer hear these words clearly. Perhaps the time in the illusion was coming to an end, and his remnant soul had begun to dissipate uncontrollably.
At this point, not only vision but also hearing begins to gradually fail.
Only the rich fragrance of lotus flowers surged towards him, causing him to tremble all over. Even though he was just a wisp of his soul about to dissipate, he could clearly sense what the dissipation of the divine essence meant.
Heng Qichun is no longer a god.
Why……
Why is it necessary to dissect the skull?!
Unable to understand his chaotic thoughts, Lou Yan even began to resent Que Zhifeng, vowing that once he emerged from this illusion, he would definitely kill him in the underworld.
"Senior brother..."
In his hazy state, he heard Que Zhifeng call out to him with heartache.
Then Heng Qichun spoke.
The lingering pain was shrouded in a soft mist, indistinct and difficult to discern.
But the words he uttered were so clear, like Heng Qichun, a man of clarity and self-awareness who lived a solitary life and who jumped off the altar without hesitation.
He said—
"God cannot love man."
"But this time, I want to love him."
The illusion has now ended.
When Lou Yan woke up again, it was already quite late. The approaching darkness filtered through the window paper, casting a dim light and shadow over the scene in the hall.
Tables, stone chairs, animal skin mattresses, and a pair of shackles scattered on the mattresses.
He is still in the Abyss of No Form.
Lou Yan stared wide-eyed in horror.
The hall was quiet, everything was still as it was when he and Heng Qichun were intimate, except that Heng Qichun was nowhere to be seen.
Where did you go...?
Lou Yan felt her mind was in complete chaos, unable to make sense of anything, and instinctively raised her hand to her chest.
The illusion had vanished, and he was no longer an indescribable and invisible remnant soul, but the heart beneath his skin was convulsing violently, as if a poisoned needle had been plunged into it, causing him to let out a painful gasp even though he was not injured.
"Well……"
Everything that had just happened seemed like a bizarre dream, but Lou Yan knew that it must have been something that actually happened in her previous life.
He was finally able to clearly describe the feeling he had when he witnessed Heng Qichun's dream-like bone dissection: it felt like suffocation, like convulsions, like spasms.
So it was out of concern for her.
Lou Yan lowered his hand and instead touched the iron chains lying beside him. The icy touch made his fingers tremble, and the piercing pain in his heart subsided, allowing him to cast aside all his past memories, leaving only one exceptionally clear desire—
Where is Master?
He wants his master.
Who cares whether he's a human or a ghost now, who cares whether he's been reborn or is still living in a dream, who cares whether he's fallen into demonic possession, had his immortal meridians extracted, and is being besieged and intercepted by the immortals...
He wants his master!!!
Almost the instant the thought crossed Lou Yan's mind, he sat up abruptly from the couch and shouted at the closed door, "Someone come here!!"
The palace doors were quickly pushed open from the outside, and the tiger demon entered.
"Demon Lord, may I ask what your orders are?" The tiger demon knelt down and bowed, a powerful demonic aura emanating from him.
Lou Yan vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. She simply asked him, "Where is my master?"
"You mean, Heng Qichun?"
Lou Yan thought to himself, "That stupid tiger is quite bold. He hasn't seen me for a day, and he's already calling me by my master's name."
But considering its stupidity, Lou Yan didn't correct it, only pretending to be calm and giving a curt "hmm".
The tiger demon did not reveal Heng Qichun's whereabouts as he had hoped.
It knelt there silently for a moment, a complex look flashing in its tiger eyes, before all eyes focused on Lou Yan's exposed collar.
"Forgive my bluntness," he said, "You are now the Demon Lord who rules the Nine Netherworld Realm. Heng Qichun is merely your captive here, a plaything. How can the Demon Lord allow him to go to the main hall?"
Lou Yan's first reaction was that this thing had become possessed.
After a long while, he frowned and leaned down to stare at the tiger demon for a long time.
It was undoubtedly the same tiger he was used to; its appearance and fur were exactly the same, and even its scent was identical. It was impossible for it to have been switched.
hiss……
Could it be that Nanyushan was pressing too hard from the outside, driving this stupid tiger crazy?
At this moment, Lou Yan still hadn't connected his current situation with what he had heard in the illusion.
Until the tiger demon spoke after a moment of contemplation: "There's one more thing..."
Lou Yan withdrew her gaze. "Speak."
"Your subordinate has led the Nine Netherworld Realm to capture Nan Yushan alive. Those immortals put up a stubborn resistance, and more than half of their leaders have been killed or wounded."
“Nowadays, there is no leader outside, only that snake demon under the South Corner Mountain Gate—” The tiger demon paused, raised his eyes to meet Lou Yan’s gaze directly, “and is clamoring to see you.”
They made eye contact.
A pair of tiger eyes met his gaze, their depths gleaming with a unique, deep blue hue characteristic of beasts—a fierce look emanating from the white tiger.
Lou Yan suddenly stood up.
A terrifying thought, like a snake, snaked into his mind, and he was momentarily unable to move, as if he were controlled in place by some evil secret technique.
Spiritual energy surged, demonic energy scattered, and something twisted menacingly at the tailbone.
His tail was thus exposed.
Lou Yan was completely unaware.
After a long while, he barely managed to move a finger, ignoring the tiger demon's words and staring intently at the white tiger kneeling before him, who was as alert and mature as in his previous life.
Perhaps it should no longer be called a past life.
"He's in the main hall, isn't he?"
Lou Yan's voice was hoarse as he asked the question in a daze. Before the tiger demon could answer, demonic energy spread out, and a ghost seal formed in his palm, instantly binding the tiger demon who wanted to stop him firmly in place.
"The Demon Lord!?"
Ignoring the tiger demon's incredulous expression, Lou Yan leaped out of the door without hesitation.
As he stepped over the threshold, he paused for a moment, as if waiting for something, but after only a blink of an eye, he strode away without hesitation.
—Those blood-red butterflies did not approach.
This is no longer the dream woven by Qi Yuandie.
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Author's Note: Reality has been overwritten by dreams. Lou Yan has now returned to the real world, which is why the little tiger has become stronger!
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