Capítulo 1032: Chapter 404: Legend of the Blood God (Part 4)
“Has this wood already decayed so much?”
A piece of wood, untouched by millennia of wind and sand, wouldn’t beco so soft and eroded.
“When I ca here, these buildings were all new.”
Zhou Xuan said to Yun Ziliang.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
Zhou Xuan said: “Wherever I go, I like to use my eyes to look around. When that little monk opened the door just now, I saw it… The door was very new, the sll of paint hadn’t even fully dissipated yet, you could faintly sll it.”
Upon hearing this, Yun Ziliang imdiately said: “Let’s go outside and take a look.”
With that, Lao Yun led Zhou Xuan in a run, and when the two of them got outside the temple, they saw the lantern monk.
However, when Zhou Xuan had just entered the temple, this monk had a kind and gentle appearance, but now, this monk was nothing but a skeletal fra.
“The monk’s appearance has changed too, turned into bones.”
Zhou Xuan said to Yun Ziliang.
Yun Ziliang imdiately asked: “Xuanzi, is this monk still standing within the dream you crafted?”
“Yes!” Zhou Xuan nodded.
“Then tell , where do we have to go to get out of the range of your dream?”
Yun Ziliang asked again.
“There.”
Zhou Xuan pointed at a thatched hut across from the temple.
“Let’s go take a look.”
Yun Ziliang strode forward, with Zhou Xuan closely following behind.
When the two of them reached the side of the thatched hut, they witnessed a strange spectacle—
—The dream created by Zhou Xuan encompassed half of the thatched hut.
Which ant half of the hut was in Zhou Xuan’s dream, and the other half was in Bi Fang’s dream.
In the half of the hut that’s within Zhou Xuan’s dream, the wall’s erosion by sand was extrely severe; a gentle breeze could send yellow dust flying from the walls.
While the half of the hut in Bi Fang’s dream appeared extrely new, the grass roof even exuded a fresh grass scent.
The edge of Zhou Xuan’s dream was like a dividing line, outside the line was the new future, and inside the line was the ancient past.
“Everything in your dream is aging, while outside your dream, everything is brand new, not just the buildings, even the people are like that.”
Yun Ziliang analyzed: “Xuanzi, your dream can isolate Bi Fang’s influence, this temple, that young monk, lost the horizontal influence of Bi Fang, thus appearing decayed and corrupted—this suggests we aren’t in a dream, but in the real world of the distant past.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan shook his head and said: “Lao Yun, if we are not in a dream, how do you explain that you fell asleep and beca part of this world?”
“Indeed!” Yun Ziliang’s eyes dimd, but quickly they brightened again as he locked eyes with Zhou Xuan,
and they almost spoke simultaneously: “Bi Fang trapped an ancient world within his dream.”
When this conclusion was reached, Yun Ziliang imdiately said: “This is Ti Law, and at a very high level, Xuanzi, I think I understand what Bi Fang wants to do.”
“What?” Zhou Xuan asked.
“Think about it, I as a character in the dream witnessed the descent of the Blood God, and that little monk also talked about the witches on the mountain worshiping the Blood God, is there a possibility—
—In this past world existing within the dream, there really is a Blood God.”
Yun Ziliang paused in his speech, then said: “Bi Fang intends to trap us in the dream until the Blood God descends to kill us within this dream.”
“The world within the dream is a real world, and that Blood God was a real deity, his power may be even greater than that of God-level—
—And he was restrained by so magic artifact, sealed away. Bi Fang has sent us to the place of seal.”
“Ah, little benefactor, elder, weren’t you just inside the temple, how did you suddenly get outside the temple?”
As Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang conversed, the dream Zhou Xuan had created shattered due to the passage of ti.
As the dream broke, the little monk saw Yun Ziliang and Zhou Xuan, and seeing that Yun Ziliang no longer had a strange appearance, he ca over holding his lantern.
Zhou Xuan turned to ask: “Little monk, tell , when will the Blood God descend?”
The little monk shook his head like a rattle and said: “They never will descend, because there is no Blood God.”
Seeing the little monk was very stubborn, Zhou Xuan changed his approach: “Then tell , those witches on the mountain, when do they say the Blood God will descend?”
“They say tomorrow at noon, when the sun is the fiercest… but I think they are lying—because there is no Blood God.”
The little monk insisted, though for so unknown reason, a tear rolled down the corner of his eye…
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