The Human Desire Power is absorbed by the nine Ancient Heaven Ancestor Trees of the Nine璃国, creating a corresponding number of Heavenly Gods,
You and the supre will pump together, the overflowing power will be absorbed by the well, Daoist, witch, and monk, forming the four Heavenly Venerates,
Heavenly Gods and Heavenly Venerates are born to guard Jing Country, and countless living beings will offer their vitality to ensure you and the supre will live forever."
Zhou Xuan listened more and more emotionally, realizing that this dream indeed is the Genesis of Jing Country.
The so-called Nine璃国 is the era of Jing Country’s origin.
In that era, there were no Heavenly Venerates or Heavenly Gods, let alone those gods residing high above in the Heavenly Do.
"Blood God, please hear the call of our Nine璃国, descend... please descend."
Zhou Xuan, stirred by the Goddess’s words, unconsciously asked: "The supre will of Nine璃国 longs for order, law, and civilization,
While I long for chaos, slaughter, and barbarism. If we rge into one, what developnt would Nine璃国 take,
Would it evolve towards the supre will’s direction, or towards my hoped direction?"
At this mont, Zhou Xuan truly seed possessed by the Blood God, pointing at the rising sun, and said: "To rise at dawn and rest at dusk, this is the order of Nine璃,
In spring there is a gentle breeze, in sumr the scorching sun, in autumn the cold frost, and winter brings great snow, the cycle of the four seasons, life going endlessly, this is also the order of Nine璃,
I do not like this order, I want this sun and moon, to be unpredictably bright and dark, I want these four seasons, chaotic and irregular, Nine璃国 is not the country I wish to descend to."
As Zhou Xuan spoke, Zhou Lingyi’s eyes turned vicious: "In the divination, it was long foreseen that you would not want to descend, therefore... your body loses its golden color."
"Your will has already stopped in Nine璃国, you cannot escape."
Zhou Lingyi’s expression began to turn frenzied, chanting a high-pitched witch song, while thousands of whirlpools surged in the Sea of Suffering where Golden Treasure Mountain was located,
At this mont, Zhou Xuan understood.
He comprehended the origin of this piece of history.
The supre will of the forr Jing Country almost perished, thus lured the Blood God, belonging to the sa "strong will," to Jing Country.
The supre will intended to rge with the Blood God, forming a new supre will with a higher energy level, capable of evolving a vast number of living beings, capable of bringing forth Heavenly Gods, Heavenly Venerates, and other characters to protect Jing Country.
However... the Blood God will did not agree.
"Based on sister’s current manifestation and the subsequent historical developnt, the supre will was still successful, erging in the Sea of Suffering to devour the Blood God will."
Zhou Xuan, by analogy, also recalled the history once told by the God of Suffering—within Jing Country suddenly appeared an extrely strong will, bringing along twelve Heavenly Ghosts, engaging in battles with the nine Heavenly Gods.
Now it seems,
that extrely strong will was indeed the "Blood God will."
The Blood God’s will did not truly rge with the supre will, though his power was borrowed, he always wanted to escape the supre will’s supervision.
Those twelve Heavenly Ghosts conford to the Blood God’s will advocating for "chaos."
However, this history is not what Zhou Xuan needs to consider currently.
What he needs to consider is this dream—the true purpose of Bi Fang.
"As the Blood God, in this dream, I would be rged by the supre will..."
Just as Zhou Xuan thought of this, he saw a small monk holding a lantern, standing atop the temple in the sky, with lips moving.
Judging by the shape of his lips, he seed to be asking Zhou Xuan: "Young benefactor, do you believe in the Blood God’s existence?"
The dream at its climax seed to return to the initial stage of the great dream.
It was still that extrely simple question posed by the small monk.
"Do you believe in the Blood God’s existence?"
Zhou Xuan gazed upwards, staring at the small monk,
while the figure of Bi Fang appeared beside Zhou Xuan, sneering: "Zhou Xuan, you just need to answer ’believe’ or ’disbelieve’, it’s that simple."
Seeing Bi Fang, Zhou Xuan imdiately drove the Bone Teeth to stab, but Bi Fang’s figure, like flowers in a mirror, like the moon reflected on water, without a tangible form, made Bone Teeth’s repeated pierces futile.
Bi Fang’s face was full of the glee of a victor, saying: "I advise you not to waste your energy, I am the dream itself, you cannot break the dream, thus cannot kill ."
"Bi Fang, who is that monk?"
Zhou Xuan stopped his knife and spear, pointed at the small monk, and asked.
"He, he is a part of the Ancient Buddha’s true will."
Bi Fang said: "The Dream of the Four Heavenly Venerates is the dream of rging the Blood God and commissioning the four heavenly venerates by the supre will."
"What is the function of this dream?" Zhou Xuan asked again.
"The four Heavenly Venerates are too powerful, the supre will has always been wary of them, if a Heavenly Venerate causes chaos, I use this dream to imprison them."
Bi Fang said: "I am the storyteller, the listener of the supre will, the preacher, and the overseer of the human world. If any Heavenly Venerate wants to cause chaos, I use this dream to imprison them."
"More than sixty years ago, when Blood Well indiscriminately slaughtered, I didn’t hear about you using this dream."
"The Ancient Buddha’s head was stolen by a group of creatures with human heads and sheep bodies, this is a play passed down by storytellers for generations, but in reality, it was that the Ancient Buddha did not approve of the supre will’s plundering of the Blood God’s will, he even secretly opposed the supre will,
Thus, in the last mont of disappearing from the human world, he severed his head and threw it into this dream, from then on, this dream could no longer lock the Heavenly Venerates."
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