Chapter 2077: Ancient Demon Chant

As the ark approached the barrier of the Dream Weaver God Realm, a repelling force struck, sharply reducing its speed.

“Welcome, esteemed guests from the Heaven Smiting God Realm.”

A voice echoed from afar. The ark from the Heaven Smiting God Realm was easily identifiable by its unique engravings and sword aura. Along with the voice, a figure swiftly approached.

The aura of a Divine Sovereign in the middle stage, which in the God Realm could qualify one to be a Realm King in a mid-level star region, was here merely sufficient for a barrier guard disciple. He asked loudly, “May I ask if the one arriving is Yun Che?”

Clearly, Dreamless Divine Venerable had been informed of Yun Che’s arrival.

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted… because as the ark descended, he saw that ethereal green silhouette.

His imposing aura instantly vanished. His upright figure quickly descended, and he knelt on one knee, bowing respectfully: “A most reverent welcome to Heaven Smiting Sword Immortal. Unaware of your esteemed presence, I failed to greet you from afar. Please forgive my oversight.”

Hua Qingying’s gaze withdrew from the distant sky… It had been a long time since she had stepped into the Dream Weaver God Realm.

“Go report to Dreamless Divine Venerable that Yun Che has arrived.”

“Yes!”

The barrier guard disciple respectfully obeyed, quickly activating a sound transmission profound formation: “Quick! Quickly report to the Divine Venerable…”

The Dream Weaver Divine Hall.

Every brick and tile here reflected peculiar light, like mirrors or water. As one’s gaze shifted, a misty glow seemed to coil around, and for those with weak minds or unstable souls, merely walking through it would feel like wandering through an illusory realm, causing mental confusion and soul dissociation.

Dreamless Divine Venerable Meng Kongchan sat upon his divine throne. In front of him stood a respectful young man dressed in silver, with long hair subtly shimmering with silver light. Although facing the Divine Venerable, his expression was serene, a faint smile playing on his lips. His eyes, at first glance, seemed as gentle as a breeze, but should one dare to stare, they would inadvertently be dragged into an unknown dream abyss.

The Dream Weaver Divine Son — Meng Jianxi!

“Your profound energy cultivation has progressed well, and your soul power has made decent progress. Very good.”

Meng Kongchan nodded slowly, a hint of approval in his eyes.

Meng Jianxi’s face showed a satisfied smile: “To receive such words from Father God makes all my efforts during this period immensely worthwhile.”

“Your efforts are not for me, but for yourself, and indeed, for the future of the Dream Weaver God Realm.”

Dreamless Divine Venerable lightly tapped the table, his gaze distant as he looked at his most outstanding son: “During this time, several more Dream Palace Masters have come under your ‘command’. Now, your ‘sphere of influence’ has grown so large that it’s not far from overshadowing everything. To achieve such progress despite all your efforts is indeed somewhat beyond my expectations.”

Meng Jianxi immediately bowed, speaking with trepidation: “Father God, Jianxi would never…”

“No need to be so nervous,” Meng Kongchan interrupted him before he could finish. “You have been the Dream Weaver Divine Son for less than a century, yet you’ve achieved this much. This is ambition, and also capability. For an emperor, or for a qualified Dream Weaver Divine Venerable, both ambition and capability are indispensable.”

“However, remember one thing,” Meng Kongchan’s expression remained unchanged throughout. “Too much is as bad as too little.”

“Yes! Jianxi will diligently heed Father God’s teachings.” Meng Jianxi bowed his head deeply, then added an explanation: “Father God, no matter how much trouble Jianxi causes, I will always be your son. Jianxi went from being an ordinary person to becoming the Dream Weaver Divine Son overnight. Although a century has passed, I still feel as if I am dreaming.”

“I am always fearful of doing anything wrong, so I try every possible means to alleviate your worries, Father God.”

“Hmm,” Meng Kongchan nodded. “Being a Divine Venerable for so long is truly quite boring. Your actions do make it convenient for me to abdicate sooner.”

Meng Jianxi looked up, a huge look of alarm on his face: “Father God, this cannot…”

“I already said there’s no need to be nervous.”

A faint remark once again stopped Meng Jianxi from speaking. “I am not unaware of what you do in secret, but I never stop you; there’s an unspoken understanding between us. I bring this up today specifically to remind you of something.”

“No matter what your intentions are, your cultivation must absolutely not fall behind. The higher your own cultivation, the better and faster you can integrate the true god’s power when inheriting the divine source. Take Shen Wuyan Ye from the Evernight God Realm, for example; in her youth, she almost risked her life to improve her cultivation. Although she later forcibly inherited the divine source with a seventy percent divine personality, her current divine power is certainly no less profound than mine.”

“Your current cultivation ranks among the lowest of all divine sons. In just three short years, it will be time to seek an audience with the Abyssal Emperor, so do not… lose face for the Dream Weaver God Realm.”

“Yes, Jianxi will remember!”

“Have Jianzhou’s remains been found?” Meng Kongchan suddenly changed the subject.

Meng Jianxi replied: “No trace has been found yet, including Meng Jingzhe.”

“Hmm,” Meng Kongchan responded. “Instruct them to stop searching. Looking for remains in the Misty Sea is like searching for a needle in a haystack. Searching for nearly half a year is enough to honor him. After you return, comfort your mother well.”

“Yes,” Meng Jianxi acknowledged, then continued: “Although there’s no news of my brother’s remains, combined with various recent rumors, they suspect that his death might not have been merely due to an Abyssal Beast calamity, but rather… because he angered the ‘Mist Emperor’.”

“Mist Emperor?” Meng Kongchan narrowed his eyes slightly. “That inexplicable rumor? What’s the basis for it?”

Meng Jianxi explained: “My brother has always cherished his life and been cautious when it comes to life-threatening matters. Unless forced, he would never have entered the Misty Sea. Although he was compelled to undergo trials in the Misty Sea this time, given his disposition, he would definitely not dare to go too deep… And how could he have encountered the Ancestral Qilin God in the outer regions?”

“Moreover, several months ago, the Ancestral Qilin God mysteriously appeared in the outer reaches of the Misty Sea, and rumors about the Mist Emperor originated from that day. According to numerous profound practitioners nearby at the time, the Ancestral Qilin God was likely controlled by someone claiming to be the ‘Mist Emperor’.”

“Utterly absurd,” Meng Kongchan said faintly. “Abyssal Beasts are undead beings with extinguished consciousness. How can they be controlled? Even the great Abyssal Emperor himself has no possibility of controlling them. This so-called ‘Mist Emperor’ is nothing more than a ridiculous trick by petty individuals, yet it has fooled a multitude of fools into spreading it. Truly laughable.”

“Jianxi agrees.”

At this moment, Meng Kongchan’s brows twitched. He pointed a finger, and a sound transmission profound formation unfolded before him.

“Reporting, Divine Venerable, two guests from the Heaven Smiting God Realm have arrived.”

“Hmm, have the barrier guard disciple bring him directly to me,” Meng Kongchan said casually, then slightly furrowed his brow: “Two guests? Who is the other person?”

“It’s the Heaven Smiting Sword Immortal.”

Meng Kongchan “whooshed” to his feet, then quickly transmitted a message: “Ask the esteemed guests to wait a moment; I will personally go to welcome them. Do not neglect them.”

“Sword Immortal Senior actually… huh?”

No sooner had Meng Jianxi spoken than Meng Kongchan’s figure vanished from his sight, leaving only a lingering gust of wind.

Meng Kongchan moved at an astonishing speed. Where he passed, it was as if ten thousand thunders roared, startling countless Dream Weaver profound practitioners.

The moment he burst out of the national protection barrier, he caught sight of Hua Qingying.

All emotions hidden deep within his soul, Meng Kongchan stepped out with an air of dignity, smiling before he spoke: “Hahahahaha, Qingying, it has been thousands of years since your last visit to the Dream Weaver God Realm. What brings you here this time? Could it be to escort this young man?”

He merely glanced at Yun Che for a moment before his gaze quickly returned to Hua Qingying.

“Indeed,” Hua Qingying replied.

What was intended as a jest received an affirmative answer, and Meng Kongchan was visibly taken aback.

Hua Qingying had already turned her eyes to Yun Che and said, “This is Dreamless Divine Venerable. He will arrange a place for you, but that is all. He will not provide you with any further assistance.”

“Remember what I told you, and what you yourself have said. The rest is up to you.”

With that, she gave a slight nod to Meng Kongchan: “I have delivered the person. Thus, I shall trouble Dreamless Divine Venerable.”

“No trouble at all, no trouble… Oh, Qingying, you…”

Meng Kongchan stepped forward, but could only watch as Hua Qingying flew back into the ark and swiftly departed, showing no intention of staying… she didn’t even truly step into the Dream Weaver God Realm.

She… actually came just to escort this young man?

Yun Che stepped forward and bowed respectfully: “Junior Yun Che, I have come specifically to pay my respects to Dreamless Divine Venerable, on the command of Divine Venerable Huaxin.”

With Qingying gone, Meng Kongchan’s mood instantly dissipated. He nodded half-heartedly: “Come with me.”

Yun Che said no more and followed Meng Kongchan.

Diverse gazes converged from all directions, some burning and scorching the soul, others chilling it with coldness, some sharp as blades, others ethereal as cotton.

After all, this was a God Realm primarily cultivating soul power.

Meng Kongchan remained silent throughout, and Yun Che did not initiate conversation.

“As expected of the Dream Weaver Divine Venerable, his soul is like an endless ocean. In stillness, it can submerge all things; in motion, it can churn the heavens.”

Li Sa’s voice came from within his soul sea: “To specifically confront someone with such a divine soul, what… exactly are you planning to do?”

Yun Che did not answer directly: “You’ll know soon enough.”

“…I want to know now,” Li Sa’s voice was laced with concern.

When facing Divine Venerable Huaxin, Yun Che had Hua Cai Li’s affection and Hua Qingying’s protection. Even if Divine Venerable Huaxin had been enraged, Li Sa wouldn’t have worried about his safety.

But at this moment, Yun Che had entered the Dream Weaver God Realm alone, facing Dreamless Divine Venerable by himself, truly isolated and without aid.

She was certain that Yun Che had come here with a deliberate scheme, and that he intended to plot something against Dreamless Divine Venerable… But with Yun Che’s current body, to scheme against Dreamless Divine Venerable alone in this Dream Weaver God Realm… a slight misstep would mean certain death.

Yun Che thought for a moment, then told her: “Dreamless Divine Venerable’s greatest strength is undoubtedly his divine soul. I plan to… confront him in the very domain he is most skilled and powerful in.”

“!!” This answer, without a doubt, startled Li Sa.

“You…” A single word escaped her, then she fell silent again, her voice softening: “What are your chances?”

Yun Che took a light breath, emitting a soul sound that was almost ruthless: “This is the ultimate barrier the Devil Queen left for me at the cost of her eternal self-damage. I… absolutely cannot allow failure!”

The Dream Weaver Divine Hall.

Various strange lights refracted from the surroundings, causing Yun Che’s vision to experience bizarre distortions and haziness. Dreamless Divine Venerable, in his line of sight, also disappeared like scattered mist.

Yun Che closed his eyes. In just two breaths, when he opened them, his vision was clear. Meng Kongchan was already seated on his divine throne, looking at him with an expression so calm it was almost vacant.

“It seems you’re not just an empty vessel with good looks.”

This was a voice of praise from the Dream Weaver Divine Venerable, yet devoid of any emotion.

“With a Divine Master Realm level three cultivation, you can recover sobriety so quickly amidst the soul light of this divine hall. It seems your soul power far surpasses your profound energy.”

Yun Che took a few steps forward, then bowed respectfully as a junior: “Junior Yun Che is but a humble individual. To trouble Dreamless Divine Venerable in this manner fills me with immense trepidation.”

“Even if you are insignificant, to catch the eye of that girl Cai Li gives you enough reason to be proud before any man.”

Meng Kongchan’s words could not be discerned as plain narration or sarcasm: “Where do you intend to go?”

Yun Che replied: “To be honest, although I have longed for the Dream Weaver God Realm for a long time, I know very little about it, so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I know nothing. Therefore, as for where I should go… I will listen to Dreamless Divine Venerable’s arrangements.”

“Hmm,” Meng Kongchan responded faintly. “No distinguished background, Divine Master cultivation, a disparity greater than heaven and earth compared to Dian Jiuzhi… I am incredibly curious as to what you possess that made that girl Cai Li so devoted to you, and even… Qing… Ying… would… personally… escort… you… here…”

His voice seemed to gradually slow, then slow further, and then vaguely became more distant and ethereal.

“Since you’ve entered my Dream Weaver God Realm… how can you not first experience a grand dream…”

The light distorted, and Yun Che’s vision became hazy at some unknown point. Dreamless Divine Venerable’s figure seemed to be distant, as if at the edge of the sky.

“Then allow me, personally, to help you fall into a dream. This can be considered… the highest form of hospitality in my Dream Weaver God Realm… ensuring Qingying’s personal escort was not in vain…”

Yun Che’s eyes lost focus, then lost their color, as if covered by a thick layer of grey mist.

His twitching eyebrows and his lips, which tried to open and close, also fell completely silent at this moment. Even the profound energy naturally emanating from his body seemed to go dormant, becoming incredibly faint.

From beginning to end, Meng Kongchan maintained his initial posture and demeanor, without the slightest change.

Only his pupils faintly shimmered with a peculiar silver light.

No one knew that his true god’s soul had silently reached Yun Che’s soul sea… and then encountered a somewhat tenacious resistance.

This was the instinctive resistance of a living being’s soul to an external invader. For Yun Che, with his cultivation, to possess such soul defense was already commendable to Meng Kongchan.

But before his true god’s soul, it was merely fragile cloth.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and his immensely powerful divine soul instantly became like a roaring sea, directly engulfing Yun Che’s entire soul.

Boom----

A thunderous roar filled Yun Che’s mind.

However, the moment Meng Kongchan’s divine soul touched the depths of Yun Che’s soul, his own divine soul was suddenly and strangely alarmed.

He saw a pair of… suddenly wide-open, pitch-black eyes.

It was… the most extreme darkness he had ever witnessed in his life.

Those pitch-black eyes rapidly magnified within his divine soul, growing larger and larger… As his divine soul trembled uncontrollably, he suddenly found himself becoming infinitesimally small at a certain moment.

His divine soul was like a churning sea… but hovering above this sea was an endless, dark devil abyss, seemingly enveloping all heavens and worlds.

The black pupils burst, and the devil abyss descended, devouring the sea completely, leaving not a ripple nor a glimmer of light.

Within Meng Kongchan’s divine soul world, an ancient, incredibly furious devil’s roar echoed.

Meng Kongchan’s entire body shuddered violently. The silver glow in his pupils instantly disintegrated, replaced by an infinitely pure, infinitely profound dark light.

At this moment, Yun Che slowly opened his eyes… In his pupils, a ferocious demonic shadow was reflected.

He spoke, emitting a hoarse demonic sound that was both his own and not his own:

“I… I… am… am… Meng… Meng… Jian… Jian… Yuan… Yuan…”