Zhou Lingyi’s words suddenly tightened Zhou Xuan’s nerves.
"Sister, where is the Blood God?"
"Blood God, I am just the Goddess of the Wu Family, why do you call sister?"
When Zhou Lingyi spoke these words, her face was devoid of any emotion, like the true goddesses, communicating with a divine and serene deanor.
With these words, Zhou Xuan beca convinced—when Zhou Lingyi spoke of the Blood God, she was referring to him.
"Am I really the Blood God?"
For a mont, Zhou Xuan rembered,
in this dream world, anyone who enters the dream assus an identity within this world.
Yun Ziliang was the fallen Taoist who witnessed "Cheng Huang," born from blood.
Yuan Buyu was the High Priest of the Witch Clan’s altar,
his sister beca the Goddess who prophesied whether the Blood God would descend,
everyone who dreams gains a new identity, and Zhou Xuan had also entered the dream. As Bi Fang said, he is the eye in the dream and cannot possibly be without an identity.
"So my identity is the Blood God?"
During Zhou Xuan’s mont of bewildernt, Yun Ziliang and others jogged over to advise him.
"Xuanzi, why are you still standing there, activate your ’I am the Dream Master,’ and wake Master Zhou and Lao Yuan."
"Once we’re all awake, let’s try to go back to that temple, find that little monk, and say we don’t believe in the Blood God’s descent. Maybe there’s still a glimr of hope."
Earth Child echoed on the side.
Finding the little monk and admitting disbelief in the Blood God’s descent was stated by Bi Fang as the way to escape the dream.
"There’s no going back now, don’t forget, Bi Fang said he anchored you all in this dream with nine golden pins."
At this mont, Zhou Xuan looked at the little monk not far away, while the little monk looked at the sky.
In the clear blue sky, a mountain floated, with a Buddhist Temple at its midsection.
And this Buddhist Temple was the one where Zhou Xuan t Yun Ziliang.
"The temple is flying towards Golden Treasure Mountain, the dream has reached its climax..." Zhou Xuan said.
In past tis, Zhou Xuan had already understood the the of this dream—the descent of the Blood God.
Through clues in the dream—from the little monk’s original words: the Blood God will descend on Golden Treasure Mountain.
And when Zhou Xuan reached Golden Treasure Mountain, the Blood God truly descended.
He, Zhou Xuan, was the Blood God in the dream.
"So we have no hope?"
Earth Child’s eyes appeared sowhat dejected, Yun Ziliang and the others were sowhat despondent as well.
People ca to slay the god, and now not a single one can return?
"No, there seems to be a chance."
Zhou Xuan clapped his hands together and said to everyone: "Don’t forget, when we were on the ship, the person carrying the ancient well once said the Blood God is the greatest deity, possessing supre power,
this Dream of the Celestial Venerable’s dream world was once a real past world. If I beco the Blood God, possessing supre power, perhaps I can send you all out."
Upon hearing this, everyone beca spirited,
so many people awaited the Blood God’s descent, including the four great Celestial Venerables, the Blood God must be a terrifyingly powerful deity.
At least in this dream, capable of stirring winds and clouds.
Powerful enough to such an extent that sending so who do not belong in this dream out of the "Dream of the Celestial Venerable" should not be impossible.
The news that Zhou Xuan was the Blood God instead brought boundless hope to everyone.
"Wait a mont, I’ll ask my sister about what kind of existence the Blood God is, why this world in the dream eagerly anticipates the Blood God’s descent."
Zhou Xuan planned to leverage his identity as the "Blood God" to stir the winds and clouds in the dream world, and the first thing he had to do was know his adversary as well as himself.
Therefore, he did not activate "I am the Dream Master" to help Zhou Lingyi get rid of the effects of the dream.
He began to converse with his sister.
"Goddess, why do you call the Blood God?"
"Honored Blood God, this is the reverent appellation by the people of Jing Country for you."
Zhou Lingyi raised her arms high and said: "In the Nine Li Country, an unknown amount of ti has passed,
endless destruction has descended ti and again, the flying stars in the sky always crash into the Nine Li Country,
terrifying demons have ravaged this realm countless tis,
the source of power of Nine Li Country has declined infinitely amidst these great cataclysms, reaching a state nearing demise."
For the first ti, Zhou Lingyi’s eyes showed a uniquely human emotion: sadness.
As the goddess of Nine Li Country, she grieved over the imminent passing of the wonderful realm, mourned for the lives lost in each great cataclysm, and lanted the supre will with a lifespan of less than a hundred years.
A hundred years is a lifeti for humans, yet for the supre will, it’s rely a fleeting mont.
She then continued: "Our witches, Taoists, monks, and people of the wells in Nine Li Country have always been predicting, divining, and praying relentlessly, finally, we divined the future of Nine Li Country."
Zhou Xuan listened with a furrowed brow—could the descending Blood God be the future supre will of Jing Country?
"What kind of future did you divine?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
"Blood God, your magnificent form, like gold losing its color, spilled blood across the lands of Nine Li, bringing countless living beings to Nine Li,
the supre will of Nine Li Country will part the Sea of Suffering, rging with your consciousness, and from then on, you and the supre will together beco the beating heart of Nine Li, becoming the new will.
The countless living beings will bring countless Human Desire Power,
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