Chapter 2079: Godchild Hall

Walking alongside Revered God Wumeng, Yun Che could constantly feel the barely contained excitement radiating from him.

"Among the six Divine Nations of this generation, the other five Divine Nations found their successors early on. Even the Star Moon Divine Nation, which is the most difficult to pass on, found twin heirs who were a perfect match."

"Only our Weaving Dream Divine Nation... I have held the position of Revered God for a full ten thousand years, and though I have countless descendants, not a single one has emerged as a successor. What’s even more laughable is that the most outstanding among them only possesses a six-part divine core."

"During that period, the Weaving Dream Divine Nation endured countless whispers of mockery and pity. As millennia passed, then ten thousand years, the people within the nation grew increasingly anxious, with continuous hushed discussions. There were even rumors questioning my divine core, suggesting it was of inferior origin, making it difficult for me to have exceptional offspring."

"Revered God Jueluo of the Senluo Divine Nation and Revered God Huaxin of the Zhetian Divine Nation were both my closest friends. But... Dian Jiuzhi, Dian Luohou's son, was universally recognized as the foremost divine son, and that girl Cai Li, needless to say, possessed a perfect divine core that bordered on miraculous. As for me... in those years, I rarely ventured out of the Weaving Dream Divine Nation, and even more rarely met with them again. I simply had no face to see them."

"Each time I paid homage to the Abyssal Emperor in the Pure Lands, facing the Revered Gods of the other five nations... their gazes always seemed to carry pity, making me feel utterly ashamed. Thus, after every audience, I was always the first to hastily depart."

He shook his head, the anxiety and bitterness of those years clearly evident.

"It wasn't until a century ago, when your mother gave birth to you... my Yuan’er, with your innate eight-part divine core."

His tone shifted: "Do you know how happy I was that day? The accumulated depression of ten thousand years vanished in an instant, and the mountains weighing on my chest crumbled overnight. They said I laughed like a madman for several days."

Yun Che had more or less known these details from the memories he absorbed from Meng Jianzhou.

Meng Jianyuan’s birth mother was Meng Kongchan’s youngest concubine at the time, yet also his most favored. After giving birth to Meng Jianyuan, who possessed an innate eight-part divine core, she undoubtedly became a threat to the then Divine Empress.

When Meng Jianyuan was born, Revered God Wumeng's joyous laughter echoed across the entire Weaving Dream Divine Nation for nearly three days and three nights. His doting affection for Meng Jianyuan made Meng Jianzhou, who was previously the most favored, so jealous he nearly ground his teeth.

In other words, Meng Jianzhou's hatred and jealousy towards Meng Jianyuan had been sown from the moment of his birth.

"I named you 'Jianyuan'. As dreams and wakefulness are opposing worlds, if a dream reveals the abyss, then one should soar above the heavens when awake."

Meng Kongchan tilted his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips, as if recalling those past years: "Your birth, my son, I waited a full ten thousand years for it. At that time, you were not just my son and the Divine Son of Weaving Dream; you were like a divine redemption."

"During that time, I wished I could hold you in my arms for all twelve hours of every day. Even when Dian Luohou and Hua Fuchen personally came to congratulate me, I never let you go... Only your mother could briefly pry you from my embrace, but within half an hour, I'd be unable to resist rushing back to see you."

As he spoke, tears welled up in the eyes of Revered God Wumeng, who ostensibly had nearly thirty thousand descendants.

"As you grew older, you became closest to me, even more so than your mother. A young child needs at least four hours of sleep daily, and when you went to sleep, you needed me by your side, otherwise you would cry endlessly. So, during that period, I, a dignified Revered God, had to sleep for four hours every day, which certainly made many people laugh. Hahahahaha."

Yun Che lowered his gaze, his heart undeniably stirred.

Meng Kongchan's voice gradually softened: "But I failed to protect you. When you were ten, I eagerly bestowed upon you the title of Divine Son of Weaving Dream, believing my Yuan’er should possess such a noble status early on. However, perhaps it was precisely this impatient decision of mine... that brought calamity upon you."

"Less than a year after you were made Divine Son... on the day I was commemorating your grandfather, when I returned, you were gone, vanished without a trace from your mother’s bedchamber... not even a single wisp of your aura remained."

"The only thing I found was a faint spatial trace that hadn't fully dissipated. But too much time had passed; this trace was impossible to identify or track. It merely proved that you had been taken by someone using a very high-level spatial artifact... kidnapped to an unknown place."

Meng Kongchan sighed deeply. Though a century had passed, and Meng Jianyuan had "returned," his words still carried a hint of pain:

"I slapped myself dozens of times, hating myself for being a Revered God who couldn't protect his most cherished son. I sent people to search frantically everywhere, like headless flies, and waited within the nation's borders for news... because I truly hoped that an enemy had kidnapped you to use you as leverage; at least then, your life would be safe."

"But there was never any news or sign. Before I knew it, a hundred years had passed."

By this point, Yun Che understood why Meng Kongchan's feelings for Meng Jianyuan were so extraordinary.

This was because the most extreme and intense joys, elations, sorrows, griefs, and shames of his life were all due to Meng Jianyuan.

Even though Meng Jianxi awakened his divine core shortly after Meng Jianyuan disappeared, and even surpassed Meng Jianyuan by a point, seemingly allowing the Weaving Dream Divine Son to be "lost and found again," it could no longer stir such pure and fervent emotion and paternal love in Meng Kongchan.

"Yuan’er, we've arrived."

Stepping through a transparent barrier, a courtyard spanning dozens of miles appeared before them.

The main hall, situated in the center, was wreathed in dream-light, magnificent yet awe-inspiring. Its appearance and aura were no less impressive than Hua Cai Li's Divine Maiden's court.

"This is the Divine Son's Palace, which I had built for you when you were seven. Construction didn't stop even after you disappeared. However, by the time it was completed, there was still no news of you."

He raised a hand, gesturing to everything before them for Yun Che: "This Divine Son's Palace has never been inhabited since its completion, nor has anyone even stepped foot in it. Because I built it exclusively for you, everything here should only belong to you. And over the years, it has held my persistent belief... I always thought that one day, you would suddenly return."

He turned his gaze to Yun Che, filled with profound emotion: "See? Indeed... Hahahahaha."

"Revered God, your deep affection for your son is truly touching," Yun Che said sincerely. "If I truly were Meng Jianyuan, I would certainly feel immeasurable gratitude once my memories returned."

Meng Kongchan nodded: "Your words are enough. It's just a pity your mother couldn't..."

He stopped speaking, forcing a smile: "Since you have no memories, let's not dwell on such somber matters. Another day, I will take you to her grave, so she can see you and finally rest in peace."

Although Meng Kongchan did not mention it, Yun Che already knew the fate of Meng Jianyuan's birth mother from Meng Jianzhou's memories.

In the fourth year after Meng Jianyuan disappeared, his birth mother fell ill from grief. To find him, she ventured out of the Divine Nation herself and ultimately perished in the Sea of Mist... However, Yun Che harbored strong suspicions about the cause of her death. After all, it was perfectly logical that someone who had truly threatened the Divine Empress's position, once losing her support, would become a target of the Divine Empress's schemes.

And both the Divine Empress at that time and the current one were the birth mother of Meng Jianzhou and Meng Jianxi.

"This is the main hall... this is your bedchamber... these are all guest halls... As for this area, hehe, how could my Divine Son of Weaving Dream be without concubines? These are all... And this place, this is your exclusive cultivation space."

Yun Che paused, gazing at the inner hall ahead, where rich profound energy surged.

Seeing his interest, Meng Kongchan immediately explained in detail: "This hall contains a hundred-mile space within, paved with countless ephemeral stones and dream crystals to aid soul cultivation. Seven layers of isolation barriers allow you to act however you wish within. The various profound formations set up long ago are also still intact, capable of assisting you to the greatest extent in healing or refining Abyssal Crystals."

Yun Che said, "Revered God, you might be aware that I am here to complete the trial given by Revered God Huaxin. Therefore, for most of these five years, I must dedicate myself to cultivation. However... my master is a reclusive eccentric, and the profound art he taught me is extremely peculiar. He repeatedly warned me never to easily reveal my secrets until my wings were fully fledged."

"So, I have an impolite request."

Meng Kongchan smiled and nodded: "Valuing your master's teachings, obeying his instructions, keeping his promises – that's excellent. There's no need to be polite with me; just speak your mind. If I'm not mistaken, you wish for this cultivation space to have sufficiently secure isolation, so as not to reveal your master's secrets?"

"Yes!" Yun Che nodded. "I wonder..."

"Hahahaha, nothing could be simpler!"

With a hearty laugh, Meng Kongchan stepped forward and extended his arm.

Instantly, the wind stilled, the air became heavy, and the world fell silent. Only Revered God Wumeng's robes billowed, his long hair floated up, and true god power slowly surged from his outstretched fingers.

Yun Che, standing nearby, observed that while the flow of his power was extremely peaceful, the true god aura emanating from it still caused the sky to subtly sink and the earth to silently shiver.

True god power... Yun Che silently clenched his fingers.

If such power were to enter the world he came from... with a snap of a finger, all heavens and myriad realms would turn to dust.

Even if these true gods never made a move, their mere existence would cause the fragile laws of the God Realm to crumble under the unbearable might of such a plane...

Forty-nine more years...

No one from the Abyss must set foot in the God Realm, not even half a step!

No matter what... absolutely not!!

The true god aura persisted for a full hundred breaths before Meng Kongchan finally lowered his arm. The world instantly cleared, and Yun Che’s constricted chest slowly relaxed.

On the exterior of the cultivation space, a faint silver isolation barrier appeared.

Meng Kongchan pointed a finger, and a drop of blood immediately emerged from Yun Che's fingertip. Meng Kongchan flicked it forward, where it landed on the isolation barrier and silently merged into it.

The isolation barrier shimmered with a faint silver light, then slowly faded, becoming invisible.

It was formless and traceless when still, but would release a true god-level aura if disturbed.

Having personally fulfilled "Yuan'er's" first request, Meng Kongchan seemed to be in an excellent mood. With one hand behind his back, he chuckled and said, "There, it's done. This is an isolation barrier I built with true god-level power. Apart from you, no one, including myself, can enter or exit without permission."

"I also left a soul imprint on it. If anyone dares to forcefully break through, I will personally come and cast out that audacious scoundrel."

"Every fifty years from now on, I will come to reinforce it. So, you can cultivate inside with complete peace of mind."

At this moment, Meng Kongchan's brow twitched slightly. He turned around, saying with a mix of helplessness and apology: "Yuan'er, the news of your return has spread, causing quite a stir. I must go and handle it briefly. Please familiarize yourself with this place... Don't worry, every brick, every tile, every blade of grass, and every tree here exists for you. You can do anything you wish without any reservations."

As if not wanting Yun Che to thank him again with a junior's courtesy, he soared into the air the moment he finished speaking, disappearing from Yun Che's sight.

Only a heartfelt message slowly drifted into Yun Che's ears: "Yuan’er, I know your memories are incomplete, and you might not be able to fully accept the identity of 'Meng Jianyuan.' There's no need to rush or force it. I failed to protect you back then and owe you far too much. Now that you are found again... I swear on my name as Revered God, I will never let anyone harm you even slightly."

...Watching Meng Kongchan disappear into the distance, Yun Che's heart felt extraordinarily complex.

"You've succeeded again." Only after Meng Kongchan had been gone for a long while did Lisha's voice slowly drift over.

"Yes... and perhaps a little too successfully."

As he spoke, Yun Che walked towards the cultivation space ahead. The moment his body touched the barrier, a silver radiance flickered, and the barrier spontaneously parted to either side. Once Yun Che had fully stepped inside, it instantly closed again, becoming invisible.

A hundred-mile space presented itself, interwoven with dream-light, and its spiritual energy was so rich it was almost luxurious.

"You... altered Meng Kongchan's perception?" Lisha asked.

"Mm," Yun Che replied. "When his divine soul was broken open by the retaliating Nirvana Demon Soul, I carved the perception 'I am Meng Jianyuan' into the void of his soul."

"A backlash at the level of a Devil Emperor—even if he is a true god, he will never be able to erase it, nor will he ever detect it throughout his life."

This cognitive imprint, carved in by the Nirvana Demon Soul, would make Meng Kongchan utterly convinced that Yun Che was Meng Jianyuan... No matter what, even if ten thousand irrefutable pieces of evidence emerged to contradict it, he would not waver or doubt in the slightest.

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed?" Lisha asked, not without concern. "Meng Kongchan's perception is certainly unshakable, but what about others? After all, your bloodline, your soul... many things could become fatal flaws."

"You're thinking too much," Yun Che said, without a trace of worry on his face. "The Weaving Dream Divine Nation reveres Meng Kongchan above all. And in the perception of the world, would a Revered God of a Divine Nation mistake his own son?"

"These people, I'm afraid, would sooner doubt their own children's parentage than harbor even a shred of doubt that the Supreme Revered God could mistake his own son... especially Revered God Wumeng, who possesses the strongest soul power and is the least likely to make such an error."

"Even if, by some million-to-one chance, someone truly dared to doubt, the moment they voiced their suspicion, they would surely incur the wrath of the Revered God. Any attempt at blood or soul verification would be completely obstructed before it even began. As for my age and such, I've made basic modifications; that's sufficient."

"So, as long as Meng Kongchan believes I am Meng Jianyuan, then no one will doubt it. And the only two potential flaws... the two people who caused Meng Jianyuan's death (Meng Jianzhou and Meng Jingzhe), are already dead and gone."

...Lisha seemed to understand. She then asked, "That wisp of Nirvana Demon Soul... it seems you didn't just carve in that perception, did you?"

"Mm!" Yun Che nodded, his gaze chillingly dark. "Since such a large dark void was created by the backlash on Meng Kongchan's soul, merely imprinting a single perception would be too wasteful. Besides that, I also left three suggestions."

"Suggestions?"

"Only three times," Yun Che said, without elaborating, though his words held a hint of regret. "I feared that if I were too greedy, it would be counterproductive, and there would be a chance of being discovered."

Gazing at this cultivation space that now belonged solely to him, Yun Che's lips curved slightly. He had never imagined that a place he thought would require immense effort to obtain would be acquired so easily, and it was far more perfect than he had anticipated.

"My original plan was to gradually suppress Meng Jianxi, shifting the Divine Son's position towards me. This way, I could progressively make demands of Meng Kongchan that increasingly aligned with my expectations."

"But I didn't expect Meng Kongchan's feelings for Meng Jianyuan to be so unique," Yun Che sighed deeply. "It's almost on par with Hua Fuchen's doting affection for Cai Li."

"Beyond doting, there's also guilt," Lisha commented.

Yun Che spread his hands and closed his eyes slightly: "It seems the fate of this Abyssal World has always been on my side."

Lisha thought for a moment, then finally asked, "What exactly is your objective with these successive actions?"

"Simple," Yun Che admitted this time. "To prevent anyone from the Abyss from setting foot in the God Realm, the most fundamental method is to seize or destroy the 'Underworld Mirror' in the Abyssal Emperor's hands, which is used to open the abyssal passage."

"But the Abyssal Emperor is too powerful and too distant. So, I can only change direction and destroy, one by one... the energy sources of the 'Underworld Mirror'."

"You intend to... destroy the divine origins of the six Divine Nations?" Lisha murmured thoughtfully, though she didn't seem overly surprised.

The 'Underworld Mirror' can be used once every fifty years. Each time, it requires the true god power of the Abyssal Emperor, the four Divine Officials, and the seven gods of the six nations.

"If the divine origins of the six Divine Nations are destroyed, it would sever their true god succession and also cut off the energy required to activate the 'Underworld Mirror'... Even if it doesn't completely stop it, it would at least delay it for a very long time."

"Yes!" Yun Che said calmly. "The Senluo, Zhetian, and Weaving Dream Divine Nations are already in my net. I have a plan for the Star Moon Divine Nation. The Xiaodie Divine Nation primarily cultivates dark profound energy; although I haven't contacted them yet, they will definitely be the easiest to deal with. It's the Eternal Night Divine Nation that's problematic..."

"That Revered God Wuming has an eccentric personality, despises males, and never wishes to interact closely with other Divine Nations. She is the one giving me the biggest headache; I still don't know where to begin."

All males in the Eternal Night Divine Nation are treated as lowly slaves... For Yun Che, being male, merely wishing to set foot in such a terrifying place would undoubtedly be exceedingly difficult.

He could only strategize for it slowly in the future.