The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 273 Bearing the weight of all living beings, a kiss breaks her thousand years of loneliness.

Dong Su'an and Gu Qianyu's expressions changed drastically. They instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but the demonic energy formed from the resentment and malevolence of more than 182,000 vengeful spirits surged towards them like a tidal wave.

These two subordinates of [Shi] used all their strength, burning their magic power and turning into blood, to rush towards the deepest part of Zhou Yan's dream, which is the deepest part of Zhou Yan's sea of ​​consciousness.

They were determined to run, moving at great speed and with unwavering resolve.

In the blink of an eye, they were already close to the 'entrance' they had just entered through.

Suddenly, all was silent.

A faint, yet incredibly clear, sound rang out.

Like the soft sound of someone sipping cola through a straw, the door representing the entrance to the dream world drawn out from the depths of Zhou Yan's consciousness by illusions and ancient formations was leisurely closed by a foot.

Who is in the shadows?

He was a tall and handsome young man, dressed in a rather loose denim outfit, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, with the cuffs of his arms rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of his fair arms, one hand wrapped around his chest, and the other holding a cup of cola.

Next to it is a motorcycle with a very postmodern, rugged, and violent design.

In short, it shouldn't be a creation from the Tang Dynasty. Of course, this is Lord Zhou's dream, so anything can happen here.

Of course it's normal.

Including—Fuxi.

The young man bit the straw flat, splitting it open. He then pushed his wide-brimmed hat up slightly with his hand, revealing a handsome face with dark gold vertical pupils and sharp canines that exuded a slight chill.

Bang, bang!
Two enormous hands appeared to tap on the heads of Dong Su'an and Gu Qianyu.

That hand was so powerful; the veins on its fingers were throbbing.

The two ancient heroes wore pleasant smiles on their faces.

Dong Su'an and Gu Qianyu's faces were distorted, a complex mix of fear, absurdity, disbelief, and anticipation of what was about to happen.

Chi You, with Ji Xuanyuan covering the rear;

Fuxi blocking the gate?

Why are there such bizarre things in this kid's dream?!
The handsome young man finished a glass of cola, then slashed his throat hard with his palm, and smiled:

"Give me--"

"Do them!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

..............................

A shrill scream lingered at the deepest part of the dream. Fuxi lazily lowered his eyes, watching Ji Xuanyuan and Chi You begin their competition of 'who can kill the most enemies in the shortest time,' while lazily sipping the beverage from Zhou Yan's memory.

For beings at his level, the memories of those who have not yet become immortals or gods are not secret.

Even Zhou Fujun's embarrassing childhood memories were seen by Fuxi.

Now, Fuxi can be said to have an extremely good understanding of Lord Zhou.

From the foods they love to eat to the games they love to play.

Even Fuxi, as the maternal uncle of the human race, knew exactly what this brat's XP was.

"Tsk, what kind of action movie is this? The taste is terrible."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this kid hasn't seen much of the world."

Fuxi, the Emperor of the Western Regions, expressed his disdain.

After confirming that this kid's XP wouldn't point to niche combinations like gentleness, handsomeness, maternal instincts, kindness, snake tails, or ancestors, a certain ancient deity who called himself the 'Uncle of the Human Race' lowered his warning level for Zhou Yan by one level.

At least he's not a rebellious son.

However, it's still not a guarantee.

As Fuxi watched the two ancient giants brutally beat the chaotic evil thoughts and artificial demons that rushed in, he snapped his fingers, and a scroll appeared in his hand. The scroll unfolded, representing Zhou Yan's deeper logic.

Of course, this refers to things related to their aesthetics.

The cola cup in the handsome young man's hand turned into a pen, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. Awa was just too charming. He had to completely eliminate this kid's distracting thoughts. He thought to himself, "How about we change his preference to male?"

Ji Xuanyuan and Chi You, who were behind them, were greatly alarmed.

Two heroes who had established their illustrious reputations in ancient times suddenly appeared behind the young man, one holding his arm tightly, the other hugging his lower back: "It can't be that bad, it can't be that bad, Xi Huang..."

"It's over, it's over..."

Finally, with the two men's intervention, the handsome young man was unable to commit this 'evil deed'. In the end, with a mindset that did not hesitate to speculate about Zhou Yan's character based on his own, he wrote down the changes at the deepest level of Zhou Yan's logic.

It completely contradicts the image of Nuwa.

“If Awa is tall, then this kid will like short girls.”

"Awa is of the handsome type, so this kid likes girls with baby fat."

"This kid's taste..."

With a straw in his mouth, Xi Huang raised his pen and used his supernatural powers and mysterious methods beyond the comprehension of ordinary people to directly and profoundly change a person. This was a higher level than the so-called enlightenment supernatural power.

In an instant, even the most heinous criminal can commit suicide for the sake of the common people.

It can also turn a weak and powerless scholar into a ruthless serial killer.

This is the definition: right or wrong in a single thought; this is the difference between gods and demons in a single thought.

However, he was using such high-level supernatural powers to tamper with and supplement Lord Zhou's eccentricities based on physical concepts and the most basic logic of thinking.

This is what is known as the most ancient arranged marriage among human uncles.

It changes you directly from the very core of your soul and reason.

Finally, Fuxi visualized the underlying thought process of Lord Zhou and wrote a long text. However, when he picked up his pen, the text slowly dispersed, twisted, and finally turned into two large characters.

Fuxi

The handsome young man narrowed his eyes slightly.

boom! ! !
These two words exploded, and three large characters emerged: "They're idiots!"

Lord Zhou is bold, unrestrained, and gluttonous.

But my will is unwavering!
Don't even think about changing my preferences!
The handsome young man's temple twitched slightly, but he smiled kindly.

This place was originally a huge illusion built by Yu the Great and Si Wenming in conjunction with the power of the ancient Bashu Kingdom, with the purpose of trapping the generals and subordinates of the calamity Gonggong.

The formations of ancient times have long been lost in this era.

Over five hundred years, the resentment and malevolence of more than 100,000 souls stirred the nodes, slowly eroding them. Compared to back then, they have undergone tremendous changes. Now, these more than 100,000 souls are directly drawn into the depths of Zhou Yan's sea of ​​consciousness.

It's like swallowing all of history's five hundred years of painstaking efforts in one gulp.

As Zhou Yan 'swallowed' all this resentment, the entire dream that had been corrupted and altered shattered. A three-pointed double-edged sword appeared in Zhou Yan's hand. He cleaved through the remaining enemies, found a place to stand, and looked around.

The dream collapsed, and Ba Anjing stood at the highest point, like a god who ruled over everything.

Zhou Yan heard the voice calling.

"Stubborn kid."

Zhou Yan followed the sound and saw a bronze gate appear in the dream. The gate was inscribed with ancient characters, and there was a faint sense of distortion around it. Surging waves rushed into this so-called modern dream.

Qingyuan Jun Hanzhuo's furious roar exploded:

"court death!!!"

The enlightened shout, and the fierce, bloodthirsty aura emanating from Shen Cangming's drawn blade, were enough to prove that this was the point where the spirit and will could leave this dream. Fuxi crossed his arms and said:
"While you've swallowed those nodes formed by vengeful spirits, the seal has shown a slight tremor. Go back immediately, and you'll wake up. Then, take advantage of the opening and closing of this barrier to reseal Qingyuan Jun." "If you're too late, you won't be able to leave on your own."

Zhou Yan leaped through the air several times, landing beside Fuxi. Fuxi's eyes swept over the girl high above: "What a pity, what a pity. This woman has been performing the sealing duty for thousands of years. In the past five hundred years, she has been interfered with by [Shi], and the seal has loosened. Now that she has left, she will probably fall into a deep sleep again, and there is even a possibility that she will be corrupted."

"As I said, we should have just given her a quick death before."

"Now, your so-called pity has led her on a journey, but in the end, won't you still leave her here alone? Rather than that, you might as well break the formation violently from the beginning and save her from suffering."

Zhou Yan dismissed his seductive rhetoric with disdain:
"Aren't you saying that since we're all going to die anyway, we might as well not live at all?"

Fuxi clicked his tongue:
"I despise intuition-sensitive brats like you the most."

"In ten breaths, the rift will open. Let's go—"

"Ten breaths?"

Zhou Yan raised his head and looked at the girl standing alone at the highest point. The dream collapsed, the yin energy swirled, and the sky turned into dark clouds, gradually swallowing her up. The girl's originally happy face gradually became pale and indifferent, like a long night without dreams.

'I'm leaving it to you... Ba'

Thousands of years ago, her sister watched her walk into the very center of the altar, forcing a smile on her face. Yu Wang Si Wenming's wife, the ruler of the Qingqiu tribe, promised her that all her sacrifices would be rewarded.

At the end of your endless dream, you will finally find your destiny.

Yes, such a gift was already received thousands of years ago, in the era of Yao, Shun, and Yu. The maiden Ba, who turned into smoke in the raging fire, closed her eyes and fell into an eternal dream.

In her dreams, she likes to eat.

She didn't understand loneliness; she just felt very uncomfortable.

Eat more, and maybe you'll feel better.

What a pity, what a pity——

Even if you could eat as much as you wanted, it would all be just a dream.

She clasped her hands together in front of her, slowly closed her eyes, and darkness enveloped the surroundings.

Zheng! ! !
The roar of steel, like the cold light tearing through the night, the swirling gleam cleaving through the long night, slashing from the entrance to reality, tearing open Ba's five-thousand-year-old dream, and embedding it before her divine throne.

That was the collapse of the earth and the tilt of the sky.

It was a flame that was once held in the hands of a human hero.

Now, the flames are burning again.

Ba suddenly opened his eyes and saw a figure flying towards him from the exit where afterimages of reality were already intertwined. Fuxi raised his eyes slightly and watched the young Taoist tearing towards him.

Within this dream, the lingering influence of the evil energy still exists, transforming into various enemies. Zhou Yan and his two ancestors merely shattered the evil energy itself, but the traces of interference with this illusion over the past five hundred years, as well as the years of loneliness, still remain.

They transformed into twisted figures, lunging at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan raised his hand, holding the three-pointed double-edged sword, and charged upwards like a storm, his body enveloped in a waterfall of cold light.

Taoist disciples, saving sentient beings and eliminating evil!
How could I leave like this?

But time continued to pass at its own pace. Around the bronze seal gate, the water flow of Qingyuanjun became increasingly turbulent. As the countdown to leaving the dream seal began, Ba, who was entangled by the black obsession of loneliness, saw the stream of light ahead and saw the young Taoist priest landing in front of him.

Zhou Yan looked at the girl before him, and at the surroundings, which were like black soil and black vines entwining her body, becoming one with her. He thought about the sacrifice Fuxi had spoken of, and the long slumber that was about to begin for her.

The young Taoist priest's eyes held pity and tenderness.

At least, have a good dream.

Ba screamed, "Don't look at me, I'm ugly."

The erosion of the dream had already distorted the face of this goddess in the dream illusion. The scales formed from ink had eroded her appearance, and her originally beautiful face was now partially revealed, showing the scales of a snake.

At this moment, the intuition that was unique to the heroes of the Yanhuang clan, which was stronger than their thinking, was activated.

Zhou Yan grabbed the girl's arm, which was entangled and climbed by the lonely vines, and the three-pointed double-edged sword turned into a gust of wind and tore it apart.

Pull it suddenly.

Amidst the loneliness and entanglements of thousands of years, the ancient ruler of Bashu was pulled out, and the young Taoist gently kissed the right cheek of this deity whose face had been distorted.

At the end of your endless dream, you will finally find your destiny.

Ba's eyes contracted violently.

The young Taoist smiled:

"My name is Zhou Yan. What's your name?"

"........."

"bar."

From below, Fuxi's voice rang out: "Boy, that's about enough!"

However, someone who had been lurking and corrupting them had already pounced, relentlessly pursuing Zhou Yan. It turned out there was a third person of the [Shi] clan here. His face twisted in a grimace: "Having devoured the resentment of so many people, you should have died long ago, you—"

"!!!"

He discovered that Zhou Yan had grabbed him with his backhand, and the young Taoist stepped off the edge.

Pulling this guy along, along with that thousand-year-old loneliness and obsessive resentment, they plummeted from the heights of the dream.

"Bearing resentment, the dead are unwilling, and the living yearn."

"Why do you still have reason?!"

"Bearing the burden of life and death?"

The young Taoist fell, with the exit behind him. He said, "I was meant to bear these burdens... It was only through this experience that I came to this realization. It's not about having a prestigious name or wielding power."

Zhou Yan grabbed the man's wrist with his other hand and smiled.

"Only by fulfilling one's duties can one be worthy of such a prestigious title!"

"The fact that I kept trying to go to Mount Tai at the very beginning of the dream means that all along, I've only used this identity as a crutch. From this perspective, I'm no different from those before me, or even from the Golden Heavenly King..."

The envoy's expression changed drastically:
"What! You really are the envoy of the Lord of Mount Tai, so you want to..."

No, you're wrong.

The young Taoist priest stretched out his hand and clenched his five fingers together.

"This body is the Lord of the Eastern Peak, the Lord of Mount Tai."

"It's not that I was able to take this form by going to Mount Tai; rather, the place where I stand is inherently the sacred site of Mount Tai—"

"Where I stand is Mount Tai!"

"Since it's my dream, then at least I can make it happen now."

"Listen!"

Buzz————

Golden streaks of light spread out, transforming into ancient and intricate runes all around.

"Proclaim, reveal the name of this body."

"This body is the master of the Eastern Peak, above and below the four directions."

"The Lord of Life and Death, the Great Emperor of Heavenly Qi, the Lord of Mount Tai."

"Carry life on your back, bear death on your shoulders!!!"

An aura solidified, and then, a sudden change erupted.

(End of this chapter)