Zhou Xuan was also a storyteller, and naturally, he knew that all the storyteller’s techniques are initiated by the gavel.
If even a God-level storyteller couldn’t strike the gavel, what right would they have to stay above the Heavenly Do for three hundred years?
Yet Zhou Xuan didn’t dare to assert that Bi Fang had certainly generated a dream—because he truly hadn’t sensed the taste of a dream.
Therefore, he simply hid himself first, observing quietly.
Fortunately, his combat instincts were sharp; otherwise, just now Yun Ziliang would have been stabbed right through.
At this mont, the surrounding people were also awakening as if from a dream, realizing that their previous entanglent with Bi Fang was rely a storyteller’s dream.
And the real Bi Fang was lurking in the dream.
"The leisurely strolling of a storyteller."
Mr. Bai Liu, like the others, had just seen through Bi Fang’s ruse.
The third technique of a storyteller, "leisurely strolling," allows a storyteller to co and go freely within their self-generated dream.
Appearing in the dream at one mont, and disappearing into the dream the next.
anwhile, King Xishan and Earth Child were still attacking the "fake Bi Fang in the dream," while fighting, Earth Child asked Mr. Bai Liu, "Lao Bai, how is this fake Bi Fang so strong?"
"Master, that is another layer of our storyteller’s technique—God entering a dream, extrely difficult to deal with."
Mr. Bai Liu spoke with a sense of wonder, having been a storyteller for most of his life, along with ng Yuer by his side, yet still failed to realize that Bi Fang had long generated a dream.
The strength of a Heavenly Do God Level, indeed, is not a technique of the human world.
"Everyone, pay attention, Bi Fang generates a dream without needing to strike the gavel; he simply needs to speak to generate a dream."
Zhou Xuan made another judgnt.
"Does he not have to strike the gavel?" Yuan Buyu looked at Zhou Xuan, unsure of how this prized disciple discerned it.
"Master, with my powerful sensing power and keen five senses, could I not hear the sound of the Sound Wood? I did not hear it, which ans Bi Fang did not strike the gavel, but since a dream requires sound to be driven, I guessed he relied on speech to generate the dream."
Zhou Xuan explained.
"Zhou Xuan, I must admit, you are quite troubleso, this trick of the dream has already been seen through by you, no matter, I will simply change my strategies."
"I, Bi Fang, do not have the confidence to triumph today, but even if I perish here, I will take a few with ."
"Zhou Lingyi is your sister, and she is very good to you; Yuan Buyu is your master, who regards you as his successor; Yun Ziliang has lived with you for many days, both master and friend...If they die before your eyes, you might spend your lifeti in regret and remorse."
Bi Fang already nad nas, and was not only speaking but also making his decision.
After all, if it was to end in death, it’s better to take a few along before dying, letting Zhou Xuan taste the pain of losing dear family and friends.
"Then I’ll have to see what more tricks you, this bringer of misfortune, have up your sleeve to stir up trouble again."
Zhou Xuan imdiately raised a finger and said, "However, I must remind you, the first ti."
"Rember, the first ti."
He reiterated once more.
"The first ti of what?" Bi Fang asked.
Yet Zhou Xuan purposely played enigmatic, with his hands behind his back, refusing to elaborate.
"What is this first ti you speak of?"
"Guess for yourself." Zhou Xuan said with a cold smile.
"I don’t care about any first ti, second ti... It only matters how effective my techniques are."
The agitation in Bi Fang’s voice subsided sowhat, as if in a show of defiance, and he said, "The storyteller’s eighth technique is called Dream into Dream. I shall plant dreams within you, and those who are implanted with dreams shall serve ."
After he laughed heartily, the hall of Mr. Ye transford.
It seed to beco an ancient altar, surrounded by ancient people in black hoodies,
Zhou Xuan and the others were also among them, those ancients’ sacrificial rites were extrely cruel, hanging several grown n upside down on trees, and then the tribe’s slicers flayed them,
Such techniques were naturally extrely painful, and they gazed at Zhou Xuan and the others with venomous eyes.
At this gaze,
everyone felt a shiver down their spine.
"Alas, praise the Dream God."
"The Dream God bestows blessings."
The ancients imdiately knelt and kowtowed, with wild expressions.
Seeing this, Zhou Xuan released his Perception, carefully probing his surroundings.
Bi Fang’s voice echoed within this "ancient people’s sacrificial" grand dream.
"Zhou Xuan, two people among you have already been implanted with my Dream into Dream, you are clever, guess who they are?"
"I’ll preemptively warn you, those whom I have planted a dream in, you need to kill them, otherwise, they will kill you, do not be rciful... absolutely do not..."
Bi Fang’s resentful, sinister laughter wafted through the dream...
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