"Lao Bi, you’re just too anxious, why do you have to deal with ?"
Zhou Xuan faced Bi Fang’s ferocity and resentnt without anger, adopting a "spiritual ntor" mindset, he started to chatter with Bi Fang.
"Because I have to fight."
Bi Fang, with his hands behind his back, was waiting in this grand dream, for the "Supre Will" in the Sea of Suffering to break through and devour Zhou Xuan, ending the dream.
And with the end of the dream, Bi Fang would also perish with his spirit dissipating, along with Zhou Xuan.
His current state was extrely poor, like a decayed deadwood, yet he was trying hard to maintain an aura of ease and calm,
He wanted to present the last dignified posture of his life in front of this "storyteller’s nesis," Zhou Xuan.
"The Will Heavenly Book, I have to fight, if I don’t fight, the Heavenly Book will backfire on ."
"The reputation among the people, I also have to fight for, if I don’t fight, no one will listen to the stories I tell, without Human Desire Power, I can’t wield the Heavenly Book."
"I also have to fight for the storyteller’s fortune, if I don’t fight, the human disciples will break through to the Nine Incenses and ascend the Heavenly Do to slay , the Old God."
"To not fight is to die! Only by fighting can one live."
Bi Fang let out a long sigh, but before he could finish, Zhou Xuan forcefully interrupted him.
He asked, "After all your fighting, did you win? Aren’t you still going to die in this dream?"
"..." Bi Fang.
Bi Fang wanted to retort, but couldn’t co up with anything aningful.
Indeed, after all this fighting, did he win? In the end, it was just a burial in a grand dream, death looming.
"In my opinion, you shouldn’t have fought. Being a God for three hundred years, you should have let go of your position. Is being a God really that impressive? Once you’ve done it, it’s enough, Lao Bi."
"You should have retired gracefully earlier, handed over your position to the younger ones; your reputation wouldn’t suffer, nor would you lose your life. The storyteller’s hall would still speak of your rits. Fighting to this extent benefits no one."
Zhou Xuan advised persuasively, "Look, don’t say your Brother Xuan isn’t giving you a chance. If you stop the dream in ti now, the two of us part ways amicably, you return to your heavenly realm, and I go back to Mingjiang Prefecture..."
"I think you’re dreaming in broad daylight."
Bi Fang imdiately shouted, interrupting Zhou Xuan’s extrely "nonsensical" idea, and said, "Storyteller, taking ’preaching for the Supre Will’ as one’s duty, now, dying in this dream is like wrapping my body in horsehide, the best ending,
especially with you, my nesis here, accompanying , I wouldn’t even feel lonely."
"Are you really set on this course?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
"What do you think?" Bi Fang glared fiercely.
Zhou Xuan looked up, his lips slowly curving: "I have a feeling... sothing big is coming."
"Indeed, it is."
Bi Fang gazed at the endless surging Sea of Suffering and said, "The Supre Will is about to manifest."
The dream was finally reaching its conclusion.
Bi Fang was extrely excited, honestly speaking, this dream had been entrusted by the Supre Will to the previous storyteller.
And after he slayed the Old Gods, he took hold of this dream but had never entered it to take a peek.
Even though he knew the content of this dream - the Supre Will devoured the Blood God forming a new powerful will, canonizing the four Heavenly Venerates.
Now, he was about to witness the true form of the "Supre Will" with his own eyes, even if it were just a glance in a dream, he was overwhelmingly excited.
In the past three hundred years, he had always placed himself in the position of a preacher, a follower of the "Supre Will,"
Now this devoted believer was about to et his dream "Lord" again, how could he suppress the tumult in his heart.
Just imagining the face of the "Lord," goosebumps rose on his arms.
At this ti, Zhou Xuan, the "Blood God Will," stood several hundred zhang tall, his Golden Armor emitting a blaze more radiant than the sun.
The War Intent burst forth to an uncontrollable degree for Zhou Xuan, for a mont heaven and earth were devoid of light, the sky shrouded in blood clouds, while the blood sea beneath his feet rapidly spread towards the dark Sea of Suffering,
in this segnt of Jing Country’s Genesis history, the Blood God Will was lured by the Supre Will.
But the Blood God did not sit idly, on the contrary, he launched the first wave of attack.
At this mont, Bi Fang was like a fervent believer intoxicated in an "ancient will battle," eagerly awaiting the "Lord" in his heart.
"Just the Blood God’s will alone is enough to cover the sky and block the sun, making the clouds bleed, the sun and moon all beca crimson, the bursting War Intent would overshadow even the Heavenly Venerates,
even such a powerful will was devoured by the Supre Will, my Lord, how mighty you must be."
Zhou Xuan only felt goosebumps rising all over him — Bi Fang’s fawning was a bit much.
Finally, when Zhou Xuan’s humanity was less than a tenth, with thoughts full of battling the Supre Will and about to forget he was Zhou Xuan,
the Sea of Suffering moved.
Waves several thousand zhang high rose layer by layer, like an uncountable number of mountains arising in the sea.
The Xuantian Buddhist Temple, chanting the Buddhist’s seven-syllable mantra.
"Om Mani Pad Hum."
The Buddhist hymn flowing from the temple, like a golden waterfall, greeted the Supre Will.
Soon after, a mountain filled with Dao Marks erged, imprinted with Daoist Talismans from its peak to its base, borne by a purple mist stream.
An ancient well arose from the Sea of Suffering, its walls adorned with innurable eyes, each gaze filled with devotion and faith.
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