The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

And in that blood-red sky, the true blood of all things descended.

2020 AD.

Penglai.

Hai Shan opened his eyes from his sleep and sighed helplessly:

"You rascal."

"Did you dream of defeating me again?"

"This is the third time, isn't it annoying?"

With that, he turned over and fell asleep again.

Chapter 60 Wanye's Little Brother is Daydreaming Again

2020 AD.

Penglai Island.

Duan Xinglian jumped out of bed, covered in cold sweat and his face was deathly pale.

The dream I just had is still so vivid.

A blood-red sky, a torn earth, a person falling from a great height, his left hand and left foot severed, blood splattering everywhere.

And those eyes,

Needless to say.

"Not good, not good."

He frantically rolled out of bed and scrambled down the stairs.

In the living room, Zhou Liuqing was sitting at the dining table, taking small bites.

Seeing her junior brother's absent-minded look, she blinked blankly.

"What's wrong, Xinglian? Have you seen a ghost?"

Duan Xinglian, ignoring his breath, looked around, his gaze sweeping across the living room again and again.

"Senior sister, where is Senior Haishan?"

Zhou Liuqing took a bite of bread and mumbled:

He's still sleeping. Why do you want to see him?

Duan Xinglian let out a long breath, his tense shoulders relaxing.

"That's alright then."

Zhou Liuqing put down the bread and frowned:

"What exactly happened?"

Duan Xinglian swallowed hard, his voice slightly strained:

"I dreamt last night that Senior Haishan was going to die!"

Saturday, Qing was horrified; she almost dropped the bread she was holding on the table.

"How could this be?"

Although she wasn't one of those old-fashioned seekers of the Dharma, she knew that seekers' dreams often carried a certain degree of omens.

Especially for someone like Duan Xinglian who is awakening his innate supernatural power, his dream is not unfounded.

Before the words were finished, footsteps came from upstairs.

Hai Shan walked out of the bedroom, yawning.

He walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and casually picked up a piece of bread.

Saturday Qing couldn't wait to speak:

"Senior Haishan, Xinglian said he dreamt that you died last night."

Hai Shan took a bite of bread, his cheeks bulging, and said indistinctly:

"Oh."

"That's normal."

Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing were both stunned at the same time:

"what?"

Hai Shan swallowed the bread, picked up the milk glass on the table, and took a sip:

“It has to happen every time, I’m used to it.”

"what?"

Seeing the two bewildered faces, Hai Shan suddenly realized:

"Forgot, you don't know about the war of cause and effect."

Hai Shan picked up the milk and slowly took a sip:

“Every now and then, when the law of causality loosens.”

The Corpse Immortal of Myriad Industries will attempt to be born in the present from the distant future.

The battle against the arrival of the Myriad Corpse Immortals is a battle of cause and effect.

But his coming comes with conditions.

He held up one finger:

"Aside from the loosening of the law of causality, it is also about making many people aware of his arrival."

Duan Xinglian's voice trembled slightly:

"So what did I dream about last night...?"

Hai Shan picked up another slice of bacon, took a bite, and oil smeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It is the dream that the mad god made you have in order to descend."

Zhou Liuqing pressed further, "Then why is it related to the fall of our senior?"

At this point, Hai Shan's face turned ashen, as if he had dog poop on his feet.

"The source of your dream is the karma passed down from the lackeys of Wanye more than a hundred years ago."

His tone carried an impatience.

"The reason this cause and effect has been passed down is not only to let people know about the coming of all things."

It's also related to the supernatural powers of that obsessed god.

Saturday Sunny: "The supernatural powers of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries?"

Hai Shan nodded, his expression unusually serious:

"That guy's supernatural ability can be simply described as 'result before cause'."

He can get the results first, and then pay the fees.

The two were horrified:

"what?"

Hai Shan swallowed the bacon and sighed.

"So that's why he had that dream."

He wanted me badly injured, and then he would descend upon me, or something like that.

"This way he can use his supernatural powers to try to make his dreams come true."

Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Although I had long heard of the great name of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries.

But to everyone's surprise, this legendary King of Nirvana was actually so terrifying.

Effect before cause?

What terrifying supernatural power this is?

"If the other party foresaw the outcome of the senior's death..."

Duan Xinglian's voice trembled:

"Then wouldn't the senior be doomed to die?"

"How could that be?"

Hai Shan glanced at him with a rather strange expression.

"Even if he really descends and uses his supernatural powers to try to kill me."

I survived by enduring one punishment.

Besides, this was merely the dream of that deluded god.

Zhou Liuqing asked blankly, "Then why would he have such a dream?"

Hai Shan's tone became matter-of-fact:

"Because he can't beat me."

The two of them: "Huh?"

Hai Shan pursed his lips, picked up the milk, and took another sip.

"That's all the skill Brother Wanye has."

He can't beat me in real life, but in his dreams he imagines me critically injured and on the verge of death, while he reigns supreme.

"I don't even dare to fantasize about my own death."

The two were stunned.