Chapter 151 His path of creating dreams was thus established…
The glass lamp in Mo Bei's hand grew brighter and brighter, its color gradually changing from warm white to a dazzling, eerie crimson. The lamplight's sharp rays transformed into tens of thousands of arrows of light, shooting towards the two of them in a deluge.
Seeing that they couldn't dodge, Yun Tianjiao and Zhiwei erected a protective barrier to prepare for a head-on confrontation. However, upon exchanging blows, they realized the vast difference in their strength. If water were used as a metaphor, Mo Bei would be an endless ocean, while she and Zhiwei would be merely a river.
Their protective barrier was as thin as paper under Mo Bei's magical attack and was easily pierced. Both of them were injured by the beams of light from the glass lamp and could only flee in a sorry state.
How are we supposed to fight like this?!
Is tonight truly their death night?
Mo Bei wasn't in a hurry to kill them. He had already revealed his true strength, waving the glass lamp in his hand like a child playing a prank. The blood-red light made his originally fair and handsome face look ferocious and evil, revealing a smug sense of victory.
"The so-called clarification is nothing but a smokescreen. In reality, I don't care about the opinions of mortals at all. Now that my cultivation has reached its peak, I can obtain an inexhaustible source of divine power simply by devouring living souls. What need is there for incense offerings?"
Yun Tianjiao noticed that black demonic patterns had appeared on Mo Bei's forehead when he spoke, patterns that weren't there during their last encounter. She guessed that he had used this time to completely fall into demonic ways. The thought of how many innocent souls had been used as stepping stones for this filled her with uncontrollable rage.
"You still have the nerve to say you possess divine power?" Yun Tianjiao sneered and spat. "Divine power belongs to the gods, nurtured and generated by heaven and earth solely for the benefit of all living beings. You have now degenerated into a demon that is neither human nor ghost nor monster nor god. How can you be worthy of being called a god? You are truly shameless!"
Mo Bei, who had been twirling the glass lamp in his hand with a smile, suddenly stopped laughing when he heard Yun Tianjiao scolding him like that. He stared at Yun Tianjiao expressionlessly for a long time, his dark eyes radiating coldness.
The myriad beams of light returned to the glass lamp, finally giving Yun Tianjiao and Zhiwei a chance to catch their breath. However, the two sensed that an even greater crisis was about to descend.
Mo Bei stood silently with a lamp in hand, his robes and hair moving without wind. His expressionless face resembled that of a puppet stripped of all emotions and desires. He tilted his head slightly, then suddenly grinned and whispered, "You're really courting death, Dream God."
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Gong Xin, the Divine Lord, held Shen Qiongzhi's Ghost Pill in his hands, standing quietly under the moonlight. He looked at his long shadow cast on the ground, and inexplicably recalled that he was still a little mouse.
He had cultivated for hundreds of years, living far longer than his colleagues, yet looking back on his journey, he found nothing particularly memorable. He had spent his entire life accumulating merit, and to focus solely on this, he avoided making friends, forming cliques, shunning entanglements, and avoiding trouble, maintaining a platonic relationship with everyone. But in the end, he discovered that all his accumulated merit was less than that of a young girl ghost with less than twenty years of life experience.
Despite his cautiousness and petty scheming, he ultimately remained nothing more than a rat unworthy of respectability.
Boring, extremely boring.
Gong Xin glanced down at the pottery jar he was holding. It contained the five grains of the world, his duty as the god of agriculture, but wasn't it also a reflection of his material desires, his obsessions, and his selfishness? He seemed never to have escaped the vicious cycle of being a rat, and all he ever pursued in his life was a comfortable life with enough to eat and wear. That's why he couldn't understand desires and dreams, nor could he empathize with the desires of those who were obsessed with overcoming them.
But now he is moved by a little girl ghost.
Having been a rat, a demon, and a god for nearly a thousand years, I have never done anything earth-shattering or awe-inspiring, and my life is not as rich and carefree as someone else's twenty years of experience.
Gong Xin found the idea increasingly boring. He carefully put away Shen Qiongzhi's Ghost Pill and decided to do something more interesting tonight, right now.
He tossed a clay pot filled with the five grains of the world high into the night sky, and infused it with spiritual power, causing the pot to emit a dazzling, five-colored divine light.
The grains slowly overflowed from the earthenware jar, turning into fragments under the crushing and refining power of spiritual energy, shimmering with tiny specks of multicolored light, and then dissipating in the wind.
Gong Xin's eyes reflected the colorful specks of light he had created, and even his usually stagnant gaze became lively. He continuously poured spiritual energy into the pottery jar, refining more and more grains into light dust. As his divine power leaked out without restraint, his cultivation level began to decline layer by layer, from God Venerable to Immortal Venerable, then to Immortal Lord... and finally, he fell below the Supreme Being!
However, Gongxin showed no regret on his face. Although his complexion was ashen and his breath was weak, he was very excited, as if he was eager to do what he was about to do.
After exhausting his cultivation to transform the grains into colorful dust, Gong Xin sat down cross-legged on the spot and began to chant incantations and hand seals.
Driven by the incantation, the light dust flew at an incredible speed into the town, into thousands of homes, and into the dreams of countless people sleeping soundly in the dead of night.
In this dream, they all dreamed of the same story—
There was once a female war goddess in the Heavenly Court named Yu Meng. She was dissatisfied with the gods' indifference towards mortals, so she cut down the pillar of heaven that the gods relied on to maintain their divine power. From then on, all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens could only survive by relying on the incense offerings of the mortal world, and thus had to listen to the prayers of the mortal beings.
The gods toiled day and night, bringing hundreds of years of peace and stability to the mortal realm. However, Yu Meng offended the gods, was judged and stripped of her divine status, and was reincarnated in the mortal world to undergo tribulations.
Now that Heaven has sensed the descent of evil spirits and the crisis in the Three Realms, it has summoned Yu Meng back. Her true identity in her last reincarnation in the mortal world is none other than Yun Tianjiao, the princess of the now-extinct Yun Chi Kingdom.
Because of Yun Tianjiao's self-sacrifice to the Demon Lord, Gong Xin conveniently listed numerous other merits for her, attributing all the good deeds that had gone unclaimed in the Three Realms for hundreds of years to her. For example, the successful control of the ten-year floods in Lingnan was attributed to the reincarnation of the Goddess Yu Meng as the local water management official; the earthquake a hundred years ago that resulted in no casualties in the entire village was also attributed to the magic of a sorcerer reincarnated from Yu Meng; even the final suppression of the southwestern mountain fires on the eve of the fall of Yun Chi Kingdom was due to the behind-the-scenes planning of the eldest princess, a reincarnation of Yu Meng…
In short, the more Mo Bei smears him, the more Gong Xin praises Yu Meng; it's all just rumors, and neither of them is any worse at making up lies.
Gong Xin exhausted her life's cultivation to create in the dreams of the world a radiant, majestic, compassionate, upright, invincible, and unstoppable goddess.
She is hope, faith, an idol to be worshipped, an unparalleled true god, the embodiment of justice capable of defeating all demons and evil spirits, a totem to be worshipped by people the moment they awaken from their slumber…
Gong Xin's body aged rapidly due to the loss of divine power. His once jet-black and lustrous hair was covered with white frost at a visible speed, and wrinkles appeared on his smooth and youthful skin. However, his eyes remained firm and bright, and his gradually withered lips also lifted into a smile.
As dawn broke on the horizon, roosters crowed in the distant village.
Gong Xin coughed up a mouthful of blood, finally stopping his incantation. With a wave of his long sleeves, he shouted, "Wake up!" Countless eyes in the world opened, and his path was thus completed.
The once-humble rat demon, now old and of lowly divine rank, has truly become a god at this moment.
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Mo Bei harbored murderous intent this time. He used the glass lamp as a brush to draw arrays, one array after another, trapping spirits, locking souls, absorbing cultivation, shattering divine veins... so vicious and evil that any one of them alone would be fatal to any god below the level of a god-king.
Like a giant net, a magic array emitting a green glow descended from the sky. The two dodged one of the arrays, but couldn't escape another, and were eventually trapped inside.
Facing Mo Bei, whose strength far surpassed his own, Yun Tianjiao showed no fear, only looking at the other party and sneering: "Even if you kill us all, so what? It is already going against the natural order and is intolerable to the Heavenly Dao. If we can't destroy you today, someone else will definitely be able to destroy you in the future."
"As expected of Yu Meng, your righteous indignation is just as strong as it was back then, but..." Mo Bei leaned forward, as if studying some phenomenon that puzzled him, "You probably haven't fully recovered your memories, have you? You've been through three lifetimes, how come your mind still hasn't been cleared up?"
Mo Bei had lost his patience. He disliked Yun Tianjiao's eyes, which were so open, frank, bright, and spirited, revealing a purity from the path they had come to the path they were going to.
He dislikes clean people.
Of the seven deities who guarded the Heavenly Pillar back then, she was the only one who was pure, so he could not tolerate her.
"Do you know what kind of formation is trapping you?" Mo Bei laughed maliciously, not needing their reply, and continued, "This is a formation I created myself, called the 'You Live, I Die' Formation. If this formation traps one person, it's no different from an ordinary trapping formation. Either of you can easily ignore it. However, if this formation traps two people, that's a different story. I'm afraid even if you have the ability to fly to the heavens and dive into the earth, you won't be able to break free."
"How can someone as cheerful as you have so many bad ideas in your heart?" Yun Tianjiao was almost amused by Mo Bei's words.
"Mind your own business!" Mo Bei sneered. "If you can't get out of this formation within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you'll be turned into two pools of blood."
Yun Tianjiao's hand was suddenly gently grasped. She turned her head to look and met Zhiwei's eyes. Before he could speak, she said, "Don't be misled by his words. If you dare to kill yourself, even if I escape from this battle, I won't be able to deal with him alone. In the end, I will still die."
Zhiwei winked at her, "Didn't I promise Your Highness that I would never die for Your Highness again? I always listen to Your Highness."
Yun Tianjiao felt that she was truly hopeless. In this situation, she could actually be bewitched by Zhiwei, thinking that he was really handsome, with his nose, eyes, and mouth all being so beautiful.
Zhiwei pulled the vajra from Yun Tianjiao's other hand, held the head of the vajra herself, and then let Yun Tianjiao hold the tail of the vajra.
He made a hand seal with one hand, chanting something, and Yun Tianjiao felt a strange sensation in her palm as she held the vajra, a sensation that was both hot and numb. It was as if some kind of power, using the vajra as a medium, connected her and Zhiwei's spiritual veins together.
Zhiwei explained: "This formation identifies the number of people by their spiritual energy. This Vajra Pestle is your natal magic weapon, and I have used it for many years. You and I are considered its common master. By using it as a medium, we can temporarily connect our spiritual energy and pretend to be the same kind of spiritual energy, which may be able to deceive this formation."
The two exchanged a knowing glance. The instant Yun Tianjiao sensed the connection of their spiritual energy, he struck out with his palm, actually breaking the magic array.
Mo Bei, who was guarding outside the formation, was taken aback, never expecting that the two of them could escape at the same time. It was precisely because of his overconfidence that Yun Tianjiao and Zhiwei successfully concealed themselves right under his nose the moment the formation was broken.
Mo Bei searched with his divine sense, but found no trace of it.
"Ugh, why can't you just obediently accept your death? Everyone else died so easily, but you guys are so ungrateful."
He frowned and muttered to himself. With a casual wave of his hand, countless formations merged into one, intertwining and overlapping, like an inverted bell covering the entire capital.
They still couldn't find the two people.
Mo Bei wasn't in a hurry. He simply transmitted his thoughts to Yu Meng and said, "Yu Meng, shall we play a game? I'll count from one to one hundred. If you don't show yourself after each number, I'll drain the soul of one person in this formation. If you still don't show yourself after one hundred, I'll drain the soul of the entire city."
Yun Tianjiao and Zhiwei were currently hiding in Chang Le Palace. She was most familiar with this place in the entire palace. The two hid in a secret room and concealed their presence with the Ghost-Slaying Blade. The Ghost-Slaying Blade was forged from Zhu Jing's hair and was essentially part of the Heavenly Pillar.
The Heavenly Pillar is the source of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth originates from heaven and earth and returns to heaven and earth. Therefore, it can serve as a barrier to conceal the aura of the two people, so that they will not be discovered by Mo Bei.
It could be said that as long as they didn't want to be discovered, no matter how powerful Mo Bei was, it would be very difficult to find them. However, Mo Bei was a master of psychological warfare, and he didn't even intend to bother looking for Yun Tianjiao.
He knew how to get her out on her own.
Mo Bei stood in the Zhaohui Palace, which was almost a ruin. He looked at the location of the dragon throne and casually pulled out a person hiding underneath, grabbing him by the neck like a chick.
This person is none other than the current emperor, who is wearing a dragon robe.
This member of the Shen family's collateral branch trembled, his body shaking like a leaf, staring at Mo Bei in terror, pleading, "Lord Mo Bei, I... I have ordered the construction of numerous temples! I have commanded everyone in the world to become your worshippers! Please, please don't kill me..."
However, before he could finish speaking, his entire body was reduced to a withered skeleton in Mo Bei's palm, his flesh and blood, as well as his three souls and seven spirits, were completely devoured.
The dignified emperor of a nation, the supreme ruler, was reduced to ashes with a disdainful rub of his fingers by Mo Bei.
"one……"
Mo Bei lazily counted the first number.
But he didn't notice that the long night was coming to an end, and the sky was beginning to lighten, casting increasingly clear shadows of trees through the paper windows of Zhaohui Palace.
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