"I told you long ago, you can’t deceive him."
In that space of pure white, a vortex of flowing flesh suddenly appeared, and its voice resounded within this space.
And You Su was already unconscious on the ground, the Mo Song Sword beside Ji Lingruo’s head. Ji Lingruo’s face no longer shimred; she bit her lip and furrowed her brows, looking at the Dream-eating Ghost with a face full of unwillingness.
"If it weren’t for your appearance, letting him know his Master was never possessed! How could I have failed!?"
"Even if I hadn’t appeared, you couldn’t deceive him. He didn’t expose you only because he didn’t know your true purpose."
"You’re lying!"
"Ji Lingruo" still refused to accept fate, recalling all the mories since occupying this body. Every conversation and embrace with You Su was so clear that it even felt it was his junior sister.
Clearly... if only You Su had cut off Taisui’s head, she could have forever occupied this body...
But why! Why did You Su see through it! How could he possibly bear to swing the sword at this face?
"You lost the gamble, accept it."
A tentacle stretched from the vortex, lightly stroking Ji Lingruo’s bloated Taisui form. Suddenly the celestial cord snapped, a strong suction force surged, harshly drawing away the strange flesh attached to Ji Lingruo.
Soon, Taisui ford in front of the Dream-eating Ghost, while Ji Lingruo lying on the ground reverted to her previous body, closing her eyes as she fell beside You Su.
Taisui’s six fish-like eyes stared wide, scanning back and forth between You Su and Ji Lingruo’s bodies, envy in its eyes nearly turning into jealousy:
"What about him?"
"The True Lord’s resurrection requires a vessel; you lost, thus this young man will naturally beco the vessel."
"Does he have to be involved?"
"In this city, no one is more suitable than him."
"What happens when he rges with the True Lord you speak of..."
"No one has truly seen the True Lord, your question I can’t answer."
Taisui turned back to the Dream-eating Ghost, sullenly asking, "Have you never considered, your so-called True Lord is rely a lie!?"
The Dream-eating Ghost surprisingly fell silent for a mont, though its body showed no change.
"This is a secret kept by the Candle Dragon for five thousand years; if not for my Lord’s sches, this secret would still be buried for countless ages."
Taisui didn’t know who the "Candle Dragon" was, but knew who "my Lord" spoken of was. Besides the Master of Dreams, none were worthy of the Dream-eating Ghost’s Lord title.
Though the Dream-eating Ghost’s words were brief, Taisui felt an ancient aura through them, inexplicably sensing a heavy pressure.
As if the world’s most hidden truth was sealed behind so door, and this True Lord’s resurrection was the first key to open it.
"If he’s still alive... take care of him."
Taisui gazed blankly at You Su, feeling this young man, innocently chosen and dragged into this conspiracy, was too pitiful, much like itself.
"I will also die, all beings knowing of the True Lord’s resurrection will die; this is my Lord’s command to ."
Taisui was stunned, looking at the cold tentacle creature, surprised despite knowing its own special status, still not understanding why these wicked beings would willingly give everything for a True Lord never seen. They were like a cold congregation of faithful disciples, not discerning foolishness from devotion.
"Go to the Divine Court."
The Dream-eating Ghost spoke suddenly, then turned towards Taisui, who hesitated, looking at the two lying on the ground, muttering sothing under its breath before diving directly into the vortex in the Dream-eating Ghost’s core, vanishing without a trace, as did the Dream-eating Ghost in an instant.
In the vast pure space, only the unconscious You Su and Ji Lingruo lay closely together.
...
Erging from one side, Taisui’s body sprouted from the vortex on the other, rolling onto the ground and standing up, surveying the surroundings.
Blue flas hung on the pitted stone walls, illuminating the ruins with a dim light.
Countless ancient stone pillars stood tall, their ages unknown, and Taisui and the Dream-eating Ghost walked along the ancient path ford by these stone pillars.
By the firelight, Taisui saw images carved on the stone pillars—
It was a wicked being, its oppressive aura not diminished even by the simplest lines. It looked like a mythical whale, yet with a scaled high ridge, its extended lateral fins overshadowing the sun, its frenzied tentacles turned into feathers.
It seed like an ancient god, yet also an utterly grotesque existence.
"This..."
Taisui was stunned, feeling the Dream-eating Ghost before this carved wicked being like an ant, striking its soul with shock.
"This is the Ming Kun."
The emotionless voice of the Dream-eating Ghost directly rang in Taisui’s consciousness.
"Is it... also one of our kind?"
"Yes."
"Is it still alive?"
"In the mories bestowed by my Lord, it died three thousand years ago."
"Could humans kill it?"
"It was devoured by the Turbid Dragon, attaining the final authority of water, becoming the deity governing elents."
The Dream-eating Ghost’s icy voice made this ancient myth sound more terrifying.
The Turbid Dragon, which turned out to be the na of the Lord of Five Elents...
Regarding the greatness of the three Great Evil Gods, Taisui couldn’t dare to imagine, unable to conceive of humans able to resist such legendary creatures. One day, it would be a world of wicked beings.
Suddenly, a sense of relief grew within its heart, recalling those unforgettable mories. Humans receiving this outco was well-deserved.
They continued forward, Taisui marveled at each stone pillar carved with distinct wicked beings, none without inducing profound awe. Among most of them, even the Dream-eating Ghost didn’t know their nas.
"Why were they carved here?" Taisui asked the question it most wanted to know.
"These are the most primordial wicked beings between heaven and earth, and the True Lord is their origin. Born of the True Lord, they naturally left their strength to guard the True Lord’s Divine Court."
Guard rely with the carvings on stone pillars...
"Then... why don’t they attack us? Is it because they’re all dead?"
"Because of you."
The Dream-eating Ghost abruptly stopped, gazing towards the end of the path.
Taisui also followed its direction, ahead was an extraordinary sight.
It was a palace beyond words, stretching your imagination, seemingly gathering all the world’s majesty and solemnity here alone. Just by looking at it, you could feel the ancient gravity brought by its long history.
And this temple, rumored to house the corpse of the True Lord, had its grand door now open...
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