Chapter 705: The Advancing Giant Baby

The Captain opened his mouth to say something, but before he could utter a word, the mud fox on the celestial screen, with an alluring gait and a gentle sway of her body, glided forward, her curves rippling as she approached Xu Qing.

Her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness as she spoke softly. "My stinky little brother, you've gotten so thin. Have you missed your sister lately?"

Xu Qing hesitated, then stood up and bowed. "Greetings, God Yue Yan."

His words, however, caused a flicker of resentment in the mud fox's eyes. "Stinky little brother, it seems you haven't missed your sister after all."

At this moment, with her arrival, the Prince and others became wary. An endless bitterness welled up in the Captain's heart as he instinctively looked at the gray figure on the celestial screen. He felt life was unfair; why were they both gods, yet there was such a vast difference? One ignored him, even wanted to kill him, while the other's eyes and heart were filled with his Junior Brother's image. And that wasn't all; most importantly, one was unattractive, while the other was genuinely quite beautiful.

The Captain's mind churned. Especially after hearing her words, he felt it was his duty as the Senior Disciple to answer for Xu Qing. So, he stepped forward a few paces and cleared his throat. "Sister Xing Yan, my Junior Brother is a bit shy, so I'll answer for him. Yes, he misses you very, very much."

The mud fox frowned and shot a disgusted glance at the Captain. "Kidney, don't talk to me. I'm worried my little brother will misunderstand, so please, get lost and stay away from me."

The Captain took a deep breath. In neither his past nor present life had anyone ever called him "Kidney." If he could have fought her, he would have exploded in rage right then. But considering the vast difference in their power, the Captain silently lowered his head and retreated behind Xu Qing, lamenting in his heart that compared to her, Old Eighth Grandpa was much more eloquent.

As for the mud fox, she was now gazing at Xu Qing, licking her lips, about to speak again. But just then, the sky rumbled, and the voice of God Yue Yan echoed. "You wanton fox, aren't you coming over?"

Upon hearing this, the mud fox chuckled softly at Xu Qing. "Stinky little brother, your sister needs to go fight for a bit. We'll have our date later."

With that, she swayed and shot straight towards the abstract painting in the sky. The moment she merged into it, a pink hue appeared within the painting. Now, the four colors intertwined, causing the celestial screen to vibrate violently. The vortex within the painting spun faster, and faintly, the red color seemed to be suppressed. However, the formidable power of Crimson Mother was also evident at this moment. Even with Li Zihua directly engaging her, and Gods Yue Yan and Xing Yan assisting, it seemed they still hadn't completely shaken Crimson Mother.

Gradually, the Prince and the others' expressions grew solemn. The Captain, too, became anxious. Finally, he gritted his teeth. "It seems at this critical juncture, I'm needed again. My ex-wife is simply too weak!"

"Junior brother, come help me. In a moment, hit me on the head with this. Use some force." As he spoke, the Captain produced a scepter and threw it to Xu Qing.

Xu Qing caught it. His gaze fell upon the scepter, which was entirely blue and emanated a hazy aura. Staring at it for too long would cause one to be involuntarily drawn in. This scepter was precisely what the Captain's previous incarnation, whose body was formed from his ear, had held on Mount Tiansheng.

"The Great Dream Sacrificial Scepter!" Xu Qing looked at the Captain.

"Exactly, this thing. I plan to send the dream phantoms I prepared in my previous life into Crimson Mother, to awaken her humanity and make her lose balance!"

A look of madness appeared in the Captain's eyes. After speaking, a blue worm flew out from his body and landed on the ground. Then, he swayed, flicked his sleeves, raised his hands, and began a peculiar dance. Like a ritual, he spun rapidly across the ground of the Moon Palace. As his dance took shape, a chant emerged from his mouth. One couldn't discern the specific words, only the complex meaning embedded within.

This scene drew the attention of the Prince and the others. As Old Eighth watched, a strange light appeared in his eyes. "Interesting!"

As the Captain chanted and danced, wisps of mist gradually appeared around him. These mists were multi-colored, blending into a hazy swirl, within which countless indistinct images seemed to exist. Those images were all dreams—some beautiful, some sad, some painful, some mesmerizing—encompassing every aspect of human nature.

For cultivators, these dreams were like countless lifetimes. If they all flooded one's mind, it would be like entering reincarnation, experiencing various lives and feeling as if endless ages had passed. In severe cases, one could lose oneself. However, for deities, the meaning of these dreams differed from that for cultivators. Primordial deities were fine, but acquired deities had achieved a delicate balance between their human, beast, and divine natures. If any single point were amplified, it would cause collapse and imbalance. Thus, for acquired deities, these humanistic dreams were potent poison.

However, normally, such potent poison wasn't as damaging to deities as one might imagine. In an instant, divine nature, fueled by divine fire, could suppress everything and rebalance any imbalance. But now, Crimson Mother was battling Li Zihua and two other gods. Therefore, that momentary imbalance became crucial.

Realizing all this, Xu Qing understood, as did the Prince and the others, and their eyes gleamed. The Prince thought for a moment, then exhaled, infusing his power of cognitive alteration into the Captain's mist. The mist churned even more vigorously, absorbing the cognitive power and growing denser. Princess Mingmei pondered, then sent a wisp of the River of Time, imbuing the hazy dreamscape with a sense of space and time. Old Eighth, meanwhile, imbued it with his power of the seven emotions and six desires, making the humanity within the dreams even more realistic. His contribution was more effective than that of the Prince and Princess Mingmei. After all, Old Eighth's authority was over desire, which is inherently a manifestation of human nature. So, after his intervention, the mist's colors became dazzlingly vibrant amidst their kaleidoscopic hues.

As they contributed, the Captain's dance grew faster, and the resulting mist became denser, containing even more dreams. This indicated the Captain's preparations in his previous life were exceptionally thorough. A moment later, once all the dreams had materialized, the Captain's body suddenly stiffened, and he stood motionless. Only a voice, echoing from countless dreams, pierced through them all at that moment and reached Xu Qing's ears.

"Junior brother!" Xu Qing didn't hesitate. Holding the scepter, he surged forward and stepped into the dream mist. Immediately, dreams appeared before his eyes, but the scepter in his hand emitted a blue light, enveloping Xu Qing and preventing him from being drawn into them. Xu Qing continued his journey, passing through one dream after another, until he reached the Captain. He raised the scepter in his hand and brought it down forcefully on the Captain's head.

The Captain had previously instructed Xu Qing to use force, so Xu Qing didn't hesitate this time, putting his full power into the strike. With a boom, the Captain's head directly exploded. However, no blood or flesh splattered. Instead, a large number of bubbles burst forth from his head, carrying the surrounding mist directly towards the sky. In the blink of an eye, they reached the abstract painting on the celestial screen, where they shattered en masse. Each fragment of a dream merging into the painting caused the vortex within to reverse its spin, and a harrowing wail emanated from it. Once all the bubbles had burst, the celestial screen's painting dissolved into chaos. The eyes within began to bleed, and the blood-red heart inside pounded rapidly. Irregular, shadow-like figures formed by touching eyelashes began to devour each other. The Captain's intervention had altered the course of this divine battle.

His figure, meanwhile, rapidly reassembled itself with the wriggling of the blue worm he had left behind, reappearing beside Xu Qing. "These humanistic dreams are more than enough to give that old hag Crimson Mother a taste of her own medicine," the Captain declared proudly.

It was at this precise moment that the Ancient Spirit Emperor, who had remained hidden there, only acting at crucial junctures, revealed her figure instantly. No longer just a single eye, thousands of eyes of flesh and blood appeared throughout the world, each brimming with greed. Upon their appearance, they surged from all directions towards the blurry vortex in the sky. In an instant, they all merged into the vortex, adding another color to its swirling depths. Her addition made the abstract painting even more indistinct, gradually revealing a scene within the haziness.

The feathered, fleshy figure of Crimson Mother, the antlered body of Yue Yan, and the figure of Xing Yan intertwined, flashing in and out of existence. But compared to Crimson Mother and Yue Yan, while Xing Yan's figure had also changed, her overall alluring charm remained strong. The most striking figure, however, was Li Zihua. He seemed to have maintained his original form throughout. At the moment his figure was revealed, his right hand was raised, pointing at nothingness.

Immediately, the Moon Palace rumbled. A gigantic phantom figure, shattering space-time and barriers, strode into this celestial screen. It was a massive flaming beast with the body of a horse, the head of a crocodile, and the tail of a dragon. It descended, treading through a sea of fire, its eyes radiating majesty, and an ancient aura emanating from its body. As it appeared, traces formed by rules and laws materialized around it. In the next instant, a second figure descended in a similar manner: a headless giant with a pair of black eyes on its chest, radiating fury, carrying a vast sea as it arrived. An ancient aura also emanated from its body. Following closely, a third, fourth, fifth... one by one, figures imbued with ancient aura arrived consecutively, appearing on the celestial screen. Among them were solemn humanoids, ethereal specters, massive golden seals, and grotesque aberrations no less terrifying than deities... In total, there were ninety-nine figures.

"Ancient Heavenly Dao!" the Captain said in a low voice, watching all this. Simultaneously, the distant sky churned again. After the ninety-nine Ancient Heavenly Daos appeared, another figure emerged: a giant infant, crawling towards them... The giant infant let out whimpering sounds, like vast thunder rumbling in all directions. Tears streamed from its eyes, creating a path of torrential rain, and mucus dripped from its nose, forming illusory marshes. But it was a bit far, seemingly unable to crawl all the way there.

Gazing at the giant infant, intense light shone in the Captain's eyes. He abruptly turned his head to look at Xu Qing. Xu Qing had also noticed the giant infant, and at that moment, an unprecedented strange gleam appeared in his eyes.

"Son?" Both of them spoke the word simultaneously.