Capítulo 1036: Chapter 406: The Goddess’s Prophecy
Although Zhou Xuan had already seen through so of Bi Fang’s tricks, Bi Fang was not afraid.
He was like a cat that caught a mouse, wantonly playing with his prey, and his sickly voice resounded again.
“Zhou Xuan, oh Zhou Xuan, I can frankly tell you, this dream, you can leave it at any ti, you are the eye of this dream, this dream cannot truly block you.”
Bi Fang said: “If you want to leave this dream, it’s easy. I’ll tell you how. You return to the temple, tell that young monk you don’t believe the Blood God will descend, and he will open a path for you, letting you out of this dream.”
“You sound a bit kind?”
Zhou Xuan responded with a cold laugh.
There was a bit of excitent in Bi Fang’s words as he said: “Of course, you can leave this dream, and as long as those companions you’ve found, they can leave the dream with you.”
Zhou Xuan glanced around at Yun Ziliang, King Xishan, Peng Sheng… and others, and said towards the Heavenly Do: “So, you are making choose,
Should I take the friends around and leave imdiately, leaving my sister and master in the dream, or do I continue to find my sister and master, and then die at Yuanbao Mountain?”
“No, no, this dream is a duel of life and death between you and . I’ve staked my entire life and fortune, how could I be so rciful?”
With a victor’s deanor, Bi Fang laughed and said: “At our storyteller’s hall, we have a hereditary magic artifact, nine golden sticks. These golden sticks were originally used to seal the Tree Gate, preventing you from calling reinforcents,
who would have thought you’d outmaneuver , setting an ambush everywhere, hiding your reinforcents early in your dream, so I needn’t bother with that Tree Gate anymore.
“Now, I have offered my incense fla and lifespan to the golden sticks, and these sticks can beco dream anchors, pinning your helpers in the dream,
now, even if you go to find that young monk, you can only leave the dream yourself. As for those companions you’ve already found, entangled by the golden sticks, they still won’t be able to leave.”
“So, this dreamscape, the choice I gave you has never changed—either you live and all your companions die, or all of you die.”
Zhou Xuan, hearing this, sarcastically said: “Bi Fang, you dignify as a God-level, yet your mind is so wicked, to create such a sordid dream.”
This dreamscape, as Bi Fang said, the danger is not in flashing blades or swords, but in the ‘choice of life and death.’
If Zhou Xuan turns away, he will fall into perpetual pain of losing friends, his sister, his master.
But if Zhou Xuan doesn’t leave, at Golden Treasure Mountain lies the trap Bi Fang laid for him, and once he ascends the mountain, even as the dream eye, he won’t be able to leave.
To turn back or move forward without hesitation, Zhou Xuan didn’t ponder too long, yet his gaze firmly fixed on the direction of Golden Treasure Mountain.
As many as entered the dream, as many must leave, this is the unquenchable belief in Zhou Xuan’s heart.
“Everyone knows the road ahead is dead-end, yet you still want to go?”
Bi Fang’s figure, in the sky, questioned Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan didn’t reply but extended two fingers, saying: “The second ti.”
“You’re playing tricks again.”
Bi Fang said.
“Bi Fang, you must rember, the second ti.”
After speaking, Zhou Xuan no longer spoke, instead admiring the boundless Sea of Suffering’s scenery, no longer conversing with Bi Fang.
…
In the courtyard of Mr. Ye’s Main Hall,
Bi Fang sat cross-legged on the ground, around him, nine golden sticks were already inserted, each with a dark blood spot floating on it, just looking at them felt eerie.
But truly speaking of eeriness, it was Bi Fang’s folded fan.
On the fan’s surface, crookedly written surnas—Yun, Li, Hu, Peng, Di… and so on.
Each surna represented a companion of Zhou Xuan, whose ‘destiny’ was pinned by the golden sticks.
Their destinies were already connected to this ‘Heavenly Venerate’s Great Dream.’
And the operation of these golden sticks also consud Bi Fang’s lifespan and flesh.
At this mont, his whole head was white-haired, his already thin figure by now skin and bone.
His skin cracked and damaged, a god who had ruled the storytellers for three hundred years, had none of his forr splendor, now on the verge of death.
“Second ti, what exactly is the second ti?”
Bi Fang fell into aimless ditation.
It’s no wonder he overthought, ever since Zhou Xuan ca to Mingjiang Prefecture, there have been all sorts of tricks, endless sches.
“Could it be that this ti, Zhou Xuan still has an ace up his sleeve? What could it be?”
Bi Fang didn’t want his desperate struggle to show so miscellaneous slip, giving Zhou Xuan a chance to turn defeat into victory.
“As long as I endure until the Blood God descends, this dream will be considered finished, regardless of Zhou Xuan’s choice, I will see the scene I wish to see.”
“But can I really endure smoothly?”
Again Bi Fang recalled Zhou Xuan’s ‘second ti,’ and a vague worry started to arise in his heart, ever since he was born, he enjoyed glory.
Born into an official’s family, raised with comfort and luxury, later joined the storyteller’s hall, his rise in the Incense Fire Divine Dao was swift and unobstructed.
From one incense stick to nine, he never really stalled, praised by his master as “the most gifted storyteller in thousands of years”.
A life of glory shaped his unrestrained and arrogant character, before he ascended the Heavenly Do to slay gods, he first slayed his master.
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