Day and night tour

Chapter 410 Ancient Buddha's Head
Zhou Lingyi's words made Zhou Xuan's nerves suddenly tighten.

"Sister, where is the Blood God?"

"Blood God, I am merely a goddess of the Wu family, why do you call me sister?"

When Zhou Lingyi said this, her face was devoid of any emotion, like those true goddesses, communicating with the gods in an extremely ethereal manner.

With these words, Zhou Xuan was now certain that the Blood God Zhou Lingyi spoke of was himself.

"I'm actually the Blood God?"

Zhou Xuan suddenly remembered.

In this dream world, anyone who enters the dream will possess an identity within this world.

Yun Ziliang was a down-on-his-luck Taoist who witnessed "Chenghuang" being born from blood.

Yuan Buyu was the high priest of the witch clan's altar.

The elder sister became the goddess who divined whether the Blood God would descend.

Everyone who enters the dream has a new identity, and Zhou Xuan has also entered the dream. In Bi Fang's words, he is still the eyes in the dream, and it is absolutely impossible for him not to have an identity.

"So my true identity is the Blood God?"

While Zhou Xuan was in a daze, Yun Ziliang and the others jogged over to offer him advice.

"Xuanzi, what are you standing there for? Activate your 'I Am the Dream Master' and wake up Master Zhou and Old Yuan."

“Once we’re all awake, we’ll try to go back to that temple, find that little monk, and tell him that we don’t believe in the descent of the Blood God. Maybe there’ll still be a glimmer of hope.”

The Earth Child chimed in from the side.

Find the young monk and admit that you don't believe in the descent of the Blood God. This is what Bifang himself said about how to escape from the dream.

“There’s no going back. Don’t forget, Bi Fang said that he used nine golden tokens to anchor you all in this dream.”

Zhou Xuan looked at the little monk not far away, while the little monk was looking up at the sky.

In the azure sky, a mountain rose up, and on its waist stood a Buddhist temple.

This Buddhist temple was the one where Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang first met.

"The temple is flying towards Jinbaoshan, and the dream has reached its climax..." Zhou Xuan said.

Over time, Zhou Xuan had already learned the theme of this dream—the descent of the Blood God.

Through clues in the dream—from the young monk's own words: the Blood God will descend on Jinbao Mountain.

When Zhou Xuan arrived at Jinbao Mountain, the Blood God truly descended.

He, Zhou Xuan, was the Blood God in the dream.

"So we have no hope at all?"

Di Tong looked somewhat dejected, and Yun Ziliang and the others also looked somewhat forlorn.

All those who came to slay the god, are they now all destined to never return?
"No, it seems like there's a chance."

Zhou Xuan clapped his hands together and said to everyone, "Don't forget, on the ship, the man carrying the ancient well said that the Blood God is the greatest deity, possessing unparalleled power."
This dream world of the Celestial Venerable's Dream is a real world from the past. If I became the Blood God and possessed supreme power, perhaps I could send you all out.”

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up.
With so many people anticipating the descent of the Blood God, including the Four Heavenly Venerables, the Blood God must be an extremely terrifying and powerful deity.

At least in this dream, I can control everything.

With such immense power, it shouldn't be impossible for them to send people who didn't originally belong to this dream out of the "Dream of the Celestial Venerable."

The news that Zhou Xuan was the Blood God brought boundless hope to everyone.

"Wait a minute, let me ask my sister what kind of existence the Blood God is, and why this dream world is so eager for the Blood God's arrival."

Zhou Xuan plans to use his identity as the "Blood God" to stir up trouble in the dream world, so the first thing he needs to do is to know himself and his enemy.

Therefore, he did not activate "I am the master of the dream" to help Zhou Lingyi get rid of the influence of the dream.

He started chatting with his sister first.

"Goddess, why do you call me the Blood God?"

"Supreme Blood God, this is the respectful title the people of Jing Kingdom use for you."

Zhou Lingyi raised her arms high and said, "The Kingdom of Nine Glasses has existed for countless years."

Endless destruction descends time and again; shooting stars from the sky constantly collide with the Kingdom of Nine Glass.

Terrifying demons have ravaged this land countless times.

The very source of power in the Nine Glass Kingdom has been endlessly declining amidst these great calamities, and is on the verge of collapse.

For the first time, Zhou Lingyi's eyes showed a uniquely human emotion—sorrow.

As the goddess of the Nine Glass Kingdom, she grieved for the impending demise of her beautiful kingdom, for the lives lost in the repeated cataclysms, and for the supreme will whose lifespan was less than a hundred years.

A hundred years is a person's life, but for the supreme will, it is but a fleeting moment.

Then she continued, "The shamans, Taoists, monks, and well people of our Nine Glass Kingdom have been divining, making divinations and praying, going through countless hardships. Finally, we have divined the future of the Nine Glass Kingdom."

Zhou Xuan frowned as he listened—could this descending Blood God be the future supreme will of the Jing Kingdom?

What kind of future do you foresee?

Zhou Xuan inquired.

"Blood God, your magnificent body has lost its luster like gold, your blood has been spilled across the land of Jiuli, bringing countless lives to our Jiuli."

The supreme will of the Nine Kingdoms will separate the Sea of ​​Suffering and merge your consciousness. From now on, you and the supreme will will become the beating heart of the Nine Kingdoms, becoming a new will.

Those hundreds of millions of living beings will bring countless wishes and aspirations from humanity.

Those human aspirations were absorbed by the nine ancestral trees of the Nine Glass Kingdom, forming a corresponding number of celestial beings.
As you pump in unison with the supreme will, the overflowing power will be absorbed by the Well, the Tao, the Witch, and the Monk, forming the Four Heavenly Venerables.
"Gods and celestial beings, born to protect the Kingdom of Well, will dedicate their vitality to you, ensuring your immortality and the eternal life of your supreme will."

Zhou Xuan listened with increasing emotion, realizing that this dream was indeed the creation myth of the Jing Kingdom.

The so-called Nine Kingdoms is the origin of the Well Kingdom.

In those days, there were no Heavenly Venerables or Heavenly Gods, let alone those deities who lived high above in the heavens.

"Blood God, please heed the call of our Nine Glass Kingdom, descend... please descend."

Inspired by the goddess's words, Zhou Xuan couldn't help but ask, "The supreme will of the Nine Li Kingdom yearns for order, law, and civilization..."
As for me, I crave chaos, slaughter, and savagery. If we were to merge into one, what kind of development would the Nine Glass Kingdom undergo?

Is it evolving in the direction of an unparalleled will, or in the direction I desire?

At this moment, Zhou Xuan truly seemed possessed by a blood god, pointing at the rising sun and saying, "Work with the rising sun and rest with the setting sun; this is the order of Jiu Li."

Spring brings gentle breezes, summer brings blazing sun, autumn brings frost, and winter brings heavy snow; the seasons cycle endlessly, life goes on, and this is the order of Jiu Li.
I dislike this order. I want the sun and moon, flickering and dimming; I want the seasons, chaotic and unpredictable. The Nine Glass Kingdom is not the kingdom I wish to descend upon.

As Zhou Xuan spoke, Zhou Lingyi's eyes turned fierce: "The divination had already foreseen that you were unwilling to descend, so... your body has lost its golden luster."

"Your will has ceased in the Nine Li Kingdom; you cannot escape."

Zhou Lingyi's expression turned crazed as she chanted a high-pitched shamanic song, while the Bitter Sea where Jinbaoshan was located stirred up countless whirlpools.
Zhou Xuan finally understood.

He now knows the origins of this history.

The once supreme will of the Well Kingdom was on the verge of death, so he lured the Blood God, who also belonged to the "powerful will," to come to the Well Kingdom.

The Supreme Will must merge with the Blood God to form a new Supreme Will, possessing a higher energy level, capable of evolving a vast number of living beings, and giving rise to figures such as Heavenly Gods and Heavenly Venerables who protect the Well Kingdom.

However... the will of the Blood God disagrees.

"Judging from my sister's current performance and the future development of history, the Supreme Will has succeeded. The Supreme Will appeared in the Sea of ​​Bitterness and devoured the Blood God's Will."

Zhou Xuan drew inferences from one instance to another. He recalled the history recounted by the God of Bitter Calamity—in the Kingdom of Well, an extremely powerful will suddenly appeared, bringing with it twelve celestial demons to wage war against the nine celestial gods.

Now it seems,

That extremely powerful will was the "Will of the Blood God".

The Blood God's will was not truly integrated with the Supreme Will. Although his power was borrowed, he always had to escape the Supreme Will's supervision.

Those twelve celestial demons were in line with the Blood God's will to revere "chaos".

However, these historical events are not something Zhou Xuan needs to consider at the moment.

What he needed to consider was this dream—Bi Fang's true purpose.

"As the Blood God, in this dream, I will be merged with the supreme will..."

Just as Zhou Xuan was pondering this, he saw the little monk carrying a lantern standing atop the temple in the sky, his lips moving.

Judging from the shape of his mouth, he was asking Zhou Xuan, "Young benefactor, do you believe in the existence of the Blood God?"

As the dream reached its climax, it seemed to return to the beginning of the grand dream.

It's still that extremely simple question from the little monk.

Do you believe in the existence of the Blood God?

Zhou Xuan looked up, gazing intently at the little monk.
Bi Fang appeared beside Zhou Xuan and said with a sneer, "Zhou Xuan, you only need to answer 'believe' or 'don't believe,' it's very simple."

Upon seeing Bifang, Zhou Xuan immediately activated his Bone Fang to stab it, but Bifang's figure was like a flower in a mirror or the moon in water, without any form. The Bone Fang pierced through it several times, but all attempts failed.

Bi Fang's face was full of victor's smugness as he said, "I advise you not to waste your energy. I am this dream itself. If you can't break the dream, you can't kill me."

"Bifang, who is that monk?"

Zhou Xuan stopped wielding his sword, pointed at the young monk, and asked, "Him? He is a part of the true will of the ancient Buddha."

Bi Fang said, "The dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables is the dream in which the supreme will merged with the Blood God and conferred the title of the Four Heavenly Venerables."

"What is the purpose of this dream?" Zhou Xuan asked again.

"The Four Heavenly Venerables are too powerful. The Supreme Will is always on guard against them. If the Heavenly Venerables cause trouble, I will use this dream to imprison them."

Bifang said, "I am a storyteller, a listener and preacher of the supreme will, and a supervisor of the human world. If any celestial being wants to cause trouble, I will use this dream to imprison him."

"More than sixty years ago, when Blood Well was engaged in level-less slaughter, I never heard of you using this dream."

"The head of the Ancient Buddha was stolen by a group of monsters with human heads and goat bodies. This is a story passed down through generations of storytellers, but the truth is—the Ancient Buddha did not approve of the Supreme Will plundering the Blood God's will, and he even secretly opposed the Supreme Will."

So, in his final moments before disappearing from the mortal realm, he severed his head and threw it into this dream, and from then on, this dream could no longer imprison the Celestial Venerable.

Bi Fang said, "That damned bald monk is in cahoots with the other three Heavenly Venerables. They have all split into twenty-one Zen bodies and are still plotting against the Supreme Will."

At this point, he added, "That ancient Buddha has been very good to you, even now, he still gives you a chance to live. However, this chance is of no use to you."

"If you say you believe in the descent of the Blood God, you will become the Blood God, and then use your power to remove my storyteller's golden token, sending your friends away from this dream."
Of course, your fate is—as the Blood God, you will be devoured by the supreme will and forever remain in this dream.

"You die, your friend lives."

Bifang looked at Zhou Xuan smugly, then shook his head and said, "Of course, you can also tell the Ancient Buddha that you don't believe in the descent of the Blood God."

"Since you don't believe, the ancient Buddha has a way to help you escape the dream and send you back to reality. As for your friends, they are not so lucky; they will all have to stay in this dream forever."

For a time,

Zhou Xuan's multiple-choice question then appeared.

He dies, the rest live.

He was the only one who survived; everyone else died.

"A life-or-death choice."

Bi Fang strolled leisurely around Zhou Xuan, wanting to appreciate Zhou Xuan's troubled expression.

Yun Ziliang, Di Tong, and the others rushed over and advised, "Xuanzi, don't listen to that storyteller's nonsense. I bet even when you become the Blood God, he'll still have other ways to kill us."

"If you ask me, sir, we should save as many as possible. If you leave the dream now, we can leave behind a glorious name for our combined efforts in killing a god-level being in the heavens. That will be enough to make us famous for generations to come. What are we afraid of?"

The King of Xishan takes his reputation seriously.

Zhou Xuan turned around, glanced sharply at the group of friends around him, and then walked up to Zhou Lingyi and Yuan Buyu, activating his "I Am the Dream Master".

After freeing his sister and master from the influence of the dream, he immediately said, "It is my good fortune to meet you all in this life. If we have the opportunity to meet again in the future, let's drink and talk about the blue sky together."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he looked up at the temple in the sky and said to the little monk, "I am the Blood God, and I have already descended."

"Ugh!"

The little monk's sigh flew across the ocean and clearly reached Zhou Xuan's ears.

Yun Ziliang, Mr. Bai Liu, and others also lowered their heads and wiped away their tears.

The Earth Child remained silent, only staring intently at Zhou Xuan.

To be honest, he had only known Zhou Xuan for a day. He hadn't understood before why Zhou Xuan had made such a name for himself in Mingjiang Prefecture in such a short time, but now he did.

The fact that Mr. Da was so resolute, even without any hesitation, in his willingness to die for his old friends, makes him a figure whom no one would not wholeheartedly follow.

“Master, I regret not having met you sooner. Once I leave this great dream, I will erect a memorial tablet for you, the Ye Xiansheng Temple, and pray for you day and night.”

As everyone remained silent in mourning, Peng Sheng choked up as he recounted everything that had happened in his dream to Yuan Buyu and Zhou Lingyi.

The two immediately burst into tears.

"apprentice!"

"younger brother!"

Disregarding her usual composure, Zhou Lingyi ran towards Zhou Xuan, wiping away tears as she ran.

Yuan Buyu shouted at Zhou Xuan, "Xuanzi, tell the Ancient Buddha that you don't believe in the Blood God... Where in this world is there a Blood God? Tell him you don't believe in him!"

“Ancient Buddha, my brother has never believed in any blood god. Let him go… Let him go now. He and your incarnations—Wuya Chan and Huanxi Chan—are best friends. He cannot die here.”
If he dies, you, Buddha, will be lonely from now on.

The young monk in the temple remained unmoved, and he was unable to make any move.

The prophecy in the dream is the backdoor left by the ancient Buddha's head in the dream of supreme will, using all its power.

Zhou Xuan always had the opportunity to open the door, but for his friend's sake, he chose to close it himself.

At this moment, the ground beneath Zhou Xuan's feet turned into blood, or rather, the entire Yuanbao Mountain turned into blood.

A sea of ​​blood stood tall in the center of the black sea of ​​suffering.

He said that the sleeves of the storyteller's robe became golden armor, gleaming in the sunlight.

The Blood God... is like a golden war god, clad in gold, standing above a sea of ​​blood.

"Before dying, being able to wield the will of the Blood God is not bad."

Zhou Xuan said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"younger brother."

"apprentice."

“Xuanzi…”

"Master..."

The group of people started shouting again.

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said, "Chief Di Tong, I'm leaving first. I can't help you remove the deformity of your Earth Child appearance. From now on, you'll still be that 500-pound fat man."

“Master, if you can live, what does it matter if I gain another three hundred pounds?” the Earth Child shouted.

“Brother Peng, from now on, the children of Pengjia Town will still have to go to Mingjiang Prefecture to study. The seeds of civilization will be the mainstream in the future.”

“Not only will the clansmen from Pengjia Town go, but I will also go with Brother Peng, bringing the children of the Twelve Yin Halls, to Mingjiang.”

King Xishan put his arm around Peng Sheng's shoulder and bid farewell to Zhou Xuan.

"Old Yun, your Jingchuan dragon is gone, so I'll compensate you with two ancestral dragons from my Mingjiang Prefecture. Oh, and I've also found you a nominal apprentice to accompany you to play cards."

"Sigh...sigh...sigh..."

Yun Ziliang kept choking back sobs, too distressed to speak.

When Zhou Xuan was giving instructions to the others at the end of his life, he was very frank, but when he was giving instructions to his sister and master, he could not say much, only a few simple sentences.

"Sister, when you pretend to meditate under the tree, remember to cover yourself with a blanket so you don't catch a cold."

“Master, as a chef, I have nothing more to say. I’ll just reveal one of my secret recipes to you at the end—chewing peanuts and spiced tofu together gives it a ham flavor.”

Secret recipes, remembering to cover yourself with a blanket—such small things always touch the most tender part of your heart.

Zhou Lingyi cried so hard she bent over.

Yuan Buyu cried until her voice was hoarse.
"Alright, it's about time. I should see you off. Don't cry, smile. I'm just staying in a dream, not really dead."

At this moment, Zhou Xuan's golden armor had been fully formed. The human aspect of his mind was diminishing, while the divine aspect, belonging to his supreme will, was increasing.

He stood above the sea of ​​blood and saw a golden thread wrapped around the necks of his sister and master.
Presumably, this was the golden tag that Bifang used to pin them down.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan was possessed by the will of the Blood God, and his divine power was boundless. With a gentle wave of his hand, all the golden lines snapped.

"Sister, your brother will escort you out of your dream."

Zhou Xuan waved his hand again, and a hand condensed from the sea of ​​blood, embracing Zhou Lingyi's waist and gently sending her, with tears in her eyes, out of the dream.

As for the others?
"You're all tough guys, so I won't be so gentle. Get out of my dream world!"

Zhou Xuan swung his right arm, creating a towering wave that swept everyone away, sending them towards the outside world.

The crowd was thrown about in the blood-red waves, completely disoriented...

After Zhou Xuan saw everyone off, he stood in the sea of ​​blood. His divine form reminded him that the supreme will of the Jing Kingdom was about to "break out of the sea" from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Gold is about to lose its luster, Zhou Xuan, the supreme will is about to devour you."

Bi Fang's figure floated beside Zhou Xuan and said, "In the end, I still won this match."

Bifang would be satisfied with either outcome: "Let all of Zhou Xuan's friends die" or "Let Zhou Xuan die."

The former could leave Zhou Xuan living a lifetime of regret and remorse.

As for the latter... if Zhou Xuan were to die directly, then Bi Fang would feel that he had never lost in his entire life.

He was shrouded in glory from birth, and it never dimmed.

Zhou Xuan then asked Bi Fang, "In this dream of the Heavenly Venerable, you are the one who presides over the dream. Can you stop the dream yourself?"

"I could, but do you think I would be able to quell this dream for you?"

Bi Fang coldly laughed: "Even if we perish together, I will take you, Zhou Xuan, with me to die... The Heavenly Book is destroyed, my reputation is ruined, there is nothing left in this world for me to cherish."

(End of this chapter)