I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 232 The Secret of Dreams
Patriarch Dongxuan nodded gently, his eyes deep and far-reaching:
“It’s hard to predict God’s will, this is just my guess.

“Perhaps the fallen immortal himself wanted to reveal the truth to future generations, or perhaps it was a warning left intentionally by the powerful person who sealed him.

"In any case, this dream is by no means a so-called 'chance'. It is more like a carefully woven cage."

Li Qingyun listened and felt a slight shock in his heart, feeling an indescribable terror.

When Master Dongxuan said this, his eyes became more solemn, and his voice was low and slow:
"My dear friend Li Qingyun, I don't have much time left, and I have something to tell you. Now that you have come this far, you must have killed many 'ancient immortals', and... you have already merged half of the godhood, right?"

Li Qingyun nodded, his heart sank slightly, and he felt that things were not simple.

Patriarch Dongxuan sighed softly, with a trace of helplessness and pity in his eyes:

"You have merged with the godhead, which is equivalent to coming into contact with the will of the fallen immortal. The power of the fallen immortal has left a mark in your body. The will of this ancient battlefield will suppress you and make it impossible for you to leave here easily.

"There is only one way to escape - find the other half of the godhead and combine the two pieces into one. Only then will you have enough power to tear through the barrier of dreams and return to the human world."

When Li Qingyun heard this, his face changed slightly and he felt a chill in his heart.

No wonder I have stayed in this dream for nearly thirty days, but have never been rejected by this world and teleported away.

He originally thought that it was because he was in the abyss that his perception of time was distorted, but now it seems that the real reason is the divine power in his body, which made him gradually assimilated by the rules of the dream and become a part of the dream.

If I continue like this, and if I am completely assimilated by this dream, I will probably be like Master Dongxuan, trapped in this abyss forever, and eventually fall into madness and lose myself.

Even if he was protected by the mysterious palace and could temporarily keep his mind from losing control, if he was imprisoned in this dark prison for hundreds of years, he would eventually collapse and go crazy.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sweat on his back. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and asked:
"Grandmaster, if I want to obtain the other half of the godhood, where should I look for it?"

Patriarch Dongxuan looked at him deeply and said slowly:
"The other half of the godhead is not under the abyss, nor in the endless sea, but... at the end of the starry sky in this dream."

"Starry sky?"

Li Qingyun frowned, and the doubts in his heart grew stronger.

Patriarch Dongxuan nodded slightly and explained in a low voice:

"The Abyss is an extension of the will of the Fallen Immortals. The 'Ancient Immortals' in it are also creatures derived from this place, powerful and crazy.

"But the 'Starry Sky' is completely different. There lives a truly terrifying being - the 'Old One'."

Li Qingyun's heart tightened when he heard this, and he couldn't help but ask:
"The Immortals of the Old Days? How are they different from the Ancient Immortals in the Abyss?"

Patriarch Dongxuan explained slowly,
"Their origins are unknown, but they are probably the remnant of the will of the great master who sealed the 'Fallen Immortal'. They are even more powerful and terrifying than the 'Ancient Immortal', and possess strength and status far beyond that of ordinary gods.

"They exist in the starry sky above this world. Their only mission is to protect the order of this dream and ensure that the fallen immortals sleep forever."

He paused, his eyes showing a trace of awe that was difficult to conceal:

"Those Old Immortals not only suppressed the fragments of the fallen immortal's godhood, but also constantly monitored everything going on in the abyss. They would not allow the two godhoods to merge into one, because such a fusion would trigger abnormalities in the dream and might even awaken the fallen immortal, bringing unimaginable disasters."

“In order to prevent the power in the dream from getting out of control, the Old Immortals will mercilessly hunt down all unstable beings, including the Ancient Immortals in the abyss and all outsiders who enter the dream.

"After I was seduced by the godhead and lost control, I had fought with some 'Old Immortals' in my remaining memories... Their power is unfathomable, and has surpassed the limits of our understanding as ordinary cultivators. They are not only suppressors, but also hunters, waiting for those strong people who were seduced by the godhead to come and devour them completely to ensure that the fallen immortals will not revive."

Li Qingyun suddenly realized:
"I see... No wonder these Old Immortals are so hostile to the 'outside immortals' who enter the dream. It turns out that they do this to protect their godhood and maintain the stability of the dream."

Although he had no idea how to leave this abyss and head into the starry sky, he at least had a direction to work towards.

Master Dongxuan looked at him and said solemnly:
“Although you have now merged half of the godhead and your strength has greatly increased, it is probably still far from enough to contend with the Old Immortals.

“In the abyss, there is no place for you to improve your status and strength. If you want to continue to become stronger, you must have your own believers.

“The strength and status of immortals in this dream world are not entirely determined by cultivation, but rely on the power of faith.

"The more believers you have, the stronger your faith will be. The higher your immortal wine is, the stronger your strength will be."

Li Qingyun nodded. He had personal experience of this.

During these days, with the assistance of several great demon lords, Fang Ping's "Silent Immortal Sect" has been developing in full swing in the human world. He has also gained a lot of benefits from it and absorbed endless power.

Looking at his appearance, Master Dongxuan nodded slightly:
"It seems that you already have believers, which is a great advantage. Everything in this dream depends on faith. The reason why the Old Immortals are so powerful is that, on the one hand, they inherited the extremely powerful will of the great master who suppressed the fallen immortals, and on the other hand, they opened up a church in the human world and gathered countless devout believers.

“The piety of every believer can be transformed into their strength, allowing them to better integrate into the dream world and possess supreme power.

"Therefore, if you want to fight against them, you must first shake their faith and strike at their believers and the Pope. Only in this way can you gain the qualifications to truly fight against the Old Ones."

Li Qingyun looked at Master Dongxuan steadily, his eyes as sharp as a sword, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

He looked at Master Dongxuan and bowed deeply again:
"Thank you for your advice, Master. I will keep it in mind and find the godhood to lead you out of this dream."

Upon hearing this, Master Dongxuan's eyes flashed with a rare sense of relief, and then he slowly sighed, with a somewhat lonely look on his face:

"You have achieved this, which makes you much better than me. You must be a young man with great perseverance and luck. I believe you are also a brilliant figure in the human world. If I were born a few hundred years later, I would drink with you and discuss Taoism. Wouldn't it be wonderful?"

He smiled slightly, but the smile was quickly replaced by fatigue, and a trace of irreparable regret appeared on his face.

"What a pity, it's all too late. I am now at the end of my rope and my life is about to end. I would have no regrets if I could see that there is a successor to Longhu Mountain before I die..."

His voice gradually became low, as if it came from countless layers of the abyss, carrying with it the desolation of time.

Li Qingyun looked at his gradually fading figure, and an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.

Master Dongxuan seemed to sense his emotions and whispered:
"If you can return to Mount Longhu, please tell Tianshi Mansion the truth of this dream."

He slowly raised his head, his eyes piercing through the void, as if he could see through countless dusty secrets. His voice was weak and heavy, but every word was like thunder, and the warning was clear at a glance:
“The disciples of Mount Longhu have always believed that this dream is a treasure for improving their cultivation and seeking the great way, but they have never truly reached the deepest part of the dream.

“Even you and I, what we have seen is just the tip of the iceberg.”

Li Qingyun held his breath and listened, his heart was filled with turmoil. For the first time, he realized that the secret of this dream was so unfathomable.

"The secrets in the fallen immortal's dream may very well involve secrets from the Middle Ages or even the ancient times."

The voice of Dongxuan Patriarch became weaker and weaker, but it was full of unquestionable seriousness. "All of this is far beyond the ability of mortals to bear. If someone rashly goes deep into it, if they are not careful, not only will they collapse and die, but they may even bring disaster to the entire mortal world." He paused, his eyes filled with deep worry and warning:

"The grievances between gods are not something that ordinary monks like us can interfere with. The human world finally became independent after the Second God War and is no longer controlled or influenced by the gods. Don't make the same mistake again because of your greed for the power of dreams and get involved in the fight between gods again..."

Li Qingyun's heart tightened when he heard this.

He had heard about the cruelty of the battle between gods in ancient books.

If the human world were to be caught up in such a catastrophe again, I'm afraid the outcome would be devastating loss of lives.

But now the rifts between the human world and the spiritual world are becoming more and more numerous and larger. The descent of God may have already begun. Can the human world really remain immune?

The figure of Patriarch Dongxuan became increasingly blurred, as if it would be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

At the moment when he completely disappeared, his last voice came softly, with a hint of distant sadness and reluctance:
"Remember, the dream world is not a place for mortals... Don't let the human world fall back into the prison of the gods..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of Patriarch Dongxuan had completely dissipated in the darkness and turned into nothingness, leaving only a wisp of faint purple flame slowly floating around.

Li Qingyun stood silently, holding the "Tianshi Sword" in his hand, staring at the direction where the Dongxuan Patriarch disappeared, with mixed feelings in his heart.

This Heavenly Master should have been the glory and pride of Mount Longhu. However, because of a single thought, he fell into a fallen immortal dream and was trapped there, becoming an unknown prisoner. In the end, only a faint soul remained, and it quietly dissipated.

He couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Although he had been smooth sailing and promoted step by step since he traveled through time, at this moment, Li Qingyun suddenly realized that if there was any mistake, his ending might not be much better than that of Master Dongxuan.

He sighed softly, thinking back to the words of Patriarch Dongxuan in his mind. He always felt that the Patriarch seemed to have more to say, and there were many warnings and instructions that he had not yet said.

However, all the secrets have been lost in the darkness of the abyss, and from now on he has to find them on his own.

Recalling the time when he first stepped into the forbidden area of ​​Mount Longhu, Li Qingyun's goal was only to have a taste of the potential, gain some benefits, and complete the inheritance mission of the mysterious palace.

But now, the development of the plan has far exceeded his control.

Although he obtained the divine power and even mastered the "power of rules", gaining power that ordinary people could hardly imagine, he was trapped here and even failed to complete his mission.

Now, his only way out is to go deep into the starry sky of the dream, find the other half of the godhead, and complete the inheritance mission, so that he can completely escape from this cage-like dream.

Thinking of this, he calmed his mind, looked determined, and slowly stretched out his hand.

In the darkness of the abyss before my eyes, countless flickering points of light suddenly appeared.

These spots of light have increased countless times compared to a few days ago. They are so densely packed that they look like a brilliant galaxy, illuminating the bottom of the abyss like a dream.

Li Qingyun concentrated his attention and sensed the light of prayer.

Countless voices emerged in his mind along with the spots of light, whispering, calling, crying, murmuring... Millions of prayers merged into a noisy tide and poured into his consciousness.

Those voices carried the deepest emotions of mortals, including joy, sorrow, greed, hatred...all kinds of emotions washed over his will like a raging tide, trying to invade his soul.

However, Li Qingyun has now successfully integrated the divine nature and has reached a high position as an immortal. His mind is as firm as a rock and he is unmoved by the pain and joy in this world.

He closed his eyes slightly and felt a sense of detached indifference rising up in him.

This is the divinity brought by the godhead - no matter whether mortals laugh or cry, suffer or enjoy, they cannot shake the gods who are high in the sky in the slightest.

Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs. Gods look down on the world, watching with cold eyes, but are not disturbed by any emotions.

After a moment, Li Qingyun opened his eyes again, his gaze was calm and deep, as if he could see through all the emotions in the world.

He glanced at the dots of prayer light, slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips drew a cold trajectory in the void, finally locking onto one of the dots of light and concentrating on it...

……

Dream world.

The human world, Daliang Kingdom, Anyuan City.

On the top of the city, swords and spears were everywhere and flags were waving.

A young female general wearing heavy armor and a white robe as white as snow was pacing back and forth on the city wall, inspecting the city defenses.

This general had a pretty face, a slim figure, an elegant temperament, and sparkling eyes. He was obviously a cultivator who had achieved great success in his practice.

She encouraged her subordinates with a few words, looked up and saw that in the enemy camp more than ten miles away, the barracks were neat and orderly, and there was a huge crowd of people, who were eyeing here covetously. She couldn't help but frowned.

At this moment, a young man in brocade robes came up from the top of the city. He had an upright figure and a cold temperament. It was the leader of the "Jingxian Sect" - Fang Ping.

He came to the female general and asked anxiously:
"General Xiao, what is the situation? Are you confident that you can resist the Liang army?"

The female general named Xiao shook her head:
"Now that the several guardians of the sect are gone, the Liang army is coming with great force. I'm afraid this time it will be disastrous."

Fang Ping's eyes twitched slightly:

"Then what should we do? Now Liang State has mobilized a large number of experts to besiege our Jixian Sect. Several guardians of the sixth realm are exhausted and unable to rescue. Are we going to give up the city we have conquered with great difficulty?"

The female general surnamed Xiao shook her head and whispered:

"Master, I have a way to repel the enemy, but I don't know if you can be so cruel."

Fang Ping's eyes gleamed, as if a drowning man had grabbed a life-saving straw:
"any solution?"

The female general said coldly:

"I know a formation. As long as we sacrifice a thousand believers with blood, we can refine their blood and energy into powerful puppets. A mere army will be vulnerable..."

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(End of this chapter)