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Chapter 848: Thousands of Disasters and Tribulations, Forging My Soul (6.6k -in-)

"wake up."

So at that moment, when the sound rang out, all the questions were answered.

Yu Chen and Wen Qitian were far away, watching everything that had happened so suddenly, and they suddenly understood.

——From the moment they landed in Jiujingzhou, many things were unusual and strange, and did not make sense.

For example, Jiujingzhou's completely illogical level of Qi refining; Nan Ke, who seemed to be cheating; the sudden appearance of the Nielong Plain; the great way of heaven and earth in this world that Wen Qitian could not feel... Everything did not follow any basic rules and logic.

But what if it didn’t have to follow rules that only govern reality in the first place?
Dreams themselves are illogical.

It's like the sky is falling and all that can happen is death.

But in dreams, you can even push him back.

——If everything is a dream, then everything becomes reasonable.

"So, Your Excellency understands?"

Wen Qitian said, "I just said that Nan Ke would not lose when facing the source of the demon, because it is not yet time for him to lose. The real ending is that now that he has defeated everything and his long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, he will be given the deepest and most painful despair and sorrow."

After a pause, Wen Qitian frowned, "I just don't understand. Although this is just a dream world, it takes a lot of energy to maintain it for decades. What kind of deep hatred does his teacher, or the six-fingered old man behind the scenes, have to torture and imprison a person like this? After all, no matter how fantastic the dream is, it can't affect reality at all."

After hearing what he said, Yu Chen suddenly raised his eyes!
A flash of inspiration.

"call……"

He let out a long breath, "I think... I roughly know why all this happened."

He looked at Wen Qitian and said, "Brother Wen, the purpose of the existence of Jiujingzhou... or the Thirty-Six Continents is to provide food for the ancient immortal lineage.

What you may not know is that their food is not grains, nor gold, silver, or iron ore, nor any natural treasures. Their food is... people.

Many years ago, when the Three Realms collapsed, they imprisoned countless creatures in the Eastern Wilderness and deprived them of their desires.

But such a soul and energy without desires and ups and downs is also tasteless to the ancient immortals.

So in the end they returned the desires and obsessions of humans, but perhaps they themselves did not expect how terrible humans with desires are - within ten thousand years, the awakened humans, together with the remaining forces of the Three Realms, completely destroyed the ancient immortal lineage, forcing them to hide in this vast chaos outside the domain. "

After briefly talking about the ancient history, Yu Chen took a deep breath and said, "So I can be sure that the ancient immortal lineage today, even if it completely rules and suppresses the Thirty-Six Continents, will not repeat the same mistakes. Before coming here, I thought they would erase the will of all the creatures on Jiujing Continent, making them prisoners who do not know how to resist and be slaughtered by others.

But I was wrong, they didn't do that - how to make countless creatures full of resistance, full of blood, full of hope and anger, and yet completely unable to threaten them?
They probably thought of a solution - dreams.

If living beings were trapped in dreams all their lives, in the dreams they would be knights roaming the world, powerful princes, emperors above everyone else, masters living in seclusion in the city, or even immortals descending from heaven - during the long years, they would be angry, in pain, happy, desperate, and change.

Their souls will become delicious, rich in layers, and extremely tasty.

To them, everything is real.

But in reality, everything is just a dream.

Just like Nan Ke, he had a dream in which he was a general commanding thousands of troops, killing his way through the world and eradicating demons. In the eyes of the ancient immortals, his soul should be delicious and full of nutrition. "

Yu Chen told Wen Qitian his guesses one by one. Although there was no evidence, it made Wen Qitian suddenly realize!
He was shocked and continued, "--But no matter how powerful you are in a dream, no matter how powerful you are, when you wake up, you are still a mortal. "

Yu Chen nodded: "But their souls have truly experienced all kinds of suffering and countless disasters, thus they are dazzling and crystal clear."

"The ancient immortal lineage... has a good plan!" Wen Qitian clenched his fists, his face gloomy.

He believed that there was a natural opposition between humanity and the ancient immortals, and that the struggle between them was understandable and would not end until one died.

But to play with it like this, to insult it like this, to play with Nan Ke's dreams and soul like this frivolously.

He couldn't accept it.

"Now that we have woken up from the dream, it is time to take action - these guys bring despair to others, but what if despair and powerlessness come to them themselves?"

After saying that, Wen Qitian took a step forward and was about to take action.

But this time, Yu Chen stopped him.

"Sir, what do you mean?" Wen Qitian was puzzled. He looked at the desperate and angry Nan Ke in front of him and said, "Even if this is a dream, the pain Nan Ke has suffered is real. I... can't bear it."

"Yes."

Yu Chen nodded and looked at Nan Ke, the soul that was as dazzling as the sun along the way. He said, "Although this Yunmeng world is just a dream, and all his experiences are false, his soul is real. I think he will definitely be a good general.

So if he can survive this last despair, if he wants to be a general, I will let him be a general; if he wants to command a huge army, I will let him command a huge army; if he wants to protect the people of the world, I will let him get what he wants! "

Yu Chen once again firmly stopped Wen Qitian, "--but the premise is that he can get through it and bring all the qualities he possesses from the illusory dream to reality."

Wen Qitian was silent.

He didn't know Yu Chen's true identity, so of course he thought the other party's words were exaggerated, even... arrogant.

But after all, it was Yu Chen who invited him to go with him, and the other party had saved his life, so he stopped.

Wen Qitian looked over and sighed, "But is this kind of despair really something a human can endure?"

Yu Chen looked up and said, "Let's wait and see."

And following the two people's gazes.

Still at a stalemate.

As the protagonist of this dream, Nan Ke has no rivals in his dream - even the source of demons in the Daoguo realm cannot kill and defeat him.

Then, as the creator of dreams, the ultimate mastermind, the dream weaver who transcends everything, the six-fingered Taoist priest has the power to dominate everything in dreams.

Of course, Nan Ke is also included.

Therefore, ever since the appearance of this six-fingered Taoist priest, the aura emanating from him has become extremely powerful and cannot be described in words.

The hundreds of thousands of remaining troops were oppressed by this terrifying aura and were completely unable to move.

Nan Ke, the same goes for this.

But the six-fingered Taoist priest was not in a hurry, and there was no trace of urgency or radiance.

He looked at Nan Ke's face which was filled with disbelief, anger, sadness and pain... among so many negative emotions, he only felt enjoyment.

——It’s like if an extremely delicious dish is placed in front of you, few people would swallow it whole in one breath.

Savor it slowly and enjoy it thoroughly.

"What do you mean?"

After a long time, Nan Ke finally asked these words.

The voice was so hoarse that it seemed to be squeezed out from the throat.

After hearing this, the six-fingered Taoist priest's face was filled with endless enjoyment.

"What do you mean? It means literally, right? Is it hard to understand?"

He scratched his ears, looked down at them, shook his head and said, “—This is all just a dream.

Whether it is the Da'an Dynasty, the Evil Dragon Plain, the Cave of Ten Thousand Monsters, or the source of the monsters - although I don't know why those adults set that appearance as the final villain of all.

But it doesn’t matter, a dream is just a dream - in this dream, only you and I are real. "

After a pause, he looked at Nan Ke who looked incredulous and waved his hand: "You don't believe it? It's okay, it's normal. Many people don't believe it - but next, I will make you believe it bit by bit."

After saying that, he pointed at Zhou Zhou.

In an instant, the cold corpse came back to life and the wound on its chest healed instantly.

He stood up, feeling elated after surviving the disaster, and looked at Nan Ke: "Teacher, I..."

But before he could finish his words, the old Taoist with six fingers pointed.

Bang!
Zhou Zhou's entire body was blown into pieces and turned into a bloody mist.

He pointed again, and hundreds of thousands of remaining soldiers around him were blown to pieces in an instant. The sky was filled with endless bright red, covering the entire Cave of Ten Thousand Monsters.

Looking at the extremely astonished Nan Ke, the six-fingered Taoist seemed to like seeing such expressions and reactions the most. He waved his hand again, and countless blood mists gathered together again and turned into their original appearance.

But they had no time to be happy.

The next moment, the six-fingered Taoist stretched out his hand and wiped them all away - completely disappeared without any sign, just like when the countless evil dragons appeared out of thin air in the evil dragon origin.

"Still not convinced?"

The old Taoist priest with six fingers looked at the dazed Nan Ke and waved his hand, saying, "In that case, my dear disciple, just watch carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand.

Rumble!
The whole world follows suit!

An extremely majestic and terrifying imperial city appeared at the feet of the two people.

In the imperial city, countless mortals were terrified. In the palace, an old man in a dragon robe was confused and at a loss.

"This is the emperor you are protecting."

The old man with six fingers stretched out his hand and with a bang, the emperor exploded.

"This is the Da'an you are protecting."

With a clasp of his hands, the entire imperial city was reduced to ashes, and countless lives were turned into dust.

"This is the world you protect."

With a snap of his fingers, the sky of the entire world collapsed, the earth shattered, and tens of millions of lives turned to ashes and disappeared.

"And this is the demon that you hate so much."

The six-fingered old man raised his hand again, and countless demons that had been wiped out were reborn on the spot, with ferocious claws and fangs!

Then, along with the entire heaven and earth, it will be reduced to ashes and buried in nothingness!
——With a wave of his hand, the whole world was like a sandbox, being played with by him at will. Life and death, prosperity and decline, existence and destruction, seemed to all depend on his thoughts.

"It's all a dream, my dear disciple."

The six-fingered Taoist priest looked at Nan Ke, who finally understood everything, and concluded with great enjoyment: "From the beginning to the end, your efforts, your hopes, your sufferings, everything about you... were nothing more than a dream of Nan Ke."

At that moment, looking at the endless nothingness, Nan Ke looked like a sculpture, desperate and angry.

"Why?" He bit his lip and asked with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Why?" The six-fingered Taoist priest was startled, with a trace of anger in his eyes that he had never seen before: "You ask me why? I also want to ask... why?!"

Then, he narrowed his eyes and his face twisted. "I am a Celestial Lord with great powers! But I was sent to tend the Spirit Pond. Day after day, year after year, I weave dreams for you, watch you dream, and collect dreams for you. I cannot leave the Spirit Pond all day long! You ask me why, and I want to ask why too. I am a Celestial Lord! Why do I have to do such boring things day after day?"

But suddenly, he sighed and shook his head: "But I am powerless to change. The man in heaven can kill me with just one thought! Since I can't change it, I can only adapt. In these endless and withered years, the only pleasure for me is probably you. Every time I see you, from emperors and generals to demons and gods, you lose everything and collapse in pain when you wake up from your dreams."

After a pause, the old Taoist with six fingers grinned, morbid and crazy: "-So, my dear disciple, you asked me why? It's probably for... fun, right?"

After that, he looked down at Nan Ke and said, "My dear disciple, roar, cry, curse, and vent all your anger and resentment. Then let me step you into the mire and you will collapse and die.

My dear disciple, I have high hopes for you. Please hold on a little longer. Your senior sisters and brothers collapsed too quickly, and it disappointed me too much."

Then, it was as if to satisfy him.

Nan Ke picked up the sword and began to resist and vent.

He raised the huge golden sword and slashed it down high!

But the infinite and terrifying golden sword energy could not touch any part of the six-fingered old man. It was suddenly turned into ashes. The old man slapped Nan Ke's body into a pool of blood mist.

Then, Nan Ke was reborn, grimacing in pain all over his body.

——Although it was just a dream, the pain was not fake at all.

Nan Ke remained unmoved and charged forward with his sword raised again!

The golden sword suddenly expanded ten thousand times in size, as if it could cut the entire world into pieces!
But facing the six-fingered Taoist priest, he was easily repelled. With a single finger, Nan Ke's entire body turned to ashes again.

"That's it……"

The old Taoist priest Liu Zhi took a deep breath, his face showing a morbid joy and enjoyment: "That's it, don't stop, again and again, make my good disciple completely despair..."

Nan Ke got what he wished.

After resurrection, he attacked again, with a huge golden sword piercing through and tearing the void, attacking with great force!
The old Taoist with six fingers blew a breath, and Nan Ke's entire body withered and disappeared.

……

Keep standing up and keep falling down.

This cycle repeated thousands of times.

Nan Ke experienced countless ways of dying and countless kinds of torture.

It also made the six-fingered Taoist priest feel incomparable enjoyment.

——Nan Ke, the great general who killed all the demons and the hero as tall as a mountain, was struggling in pain in his hands at this moment.

The old man was shaking with excitement.

But as the saying goes, when there is fullness, there is loss.

After hundreds of thousands of cycles and tortures, the six-fingered Taoist priest felt so refreshed that he almost flew to the sky.

What follows is emptiness and exhaustion.

This is normal, just like the wedding night is beautiful, but if it doesn’t stop every moment, every minute and every second.

Even a giant of steel can't stand it.

So, the six-fingered Taoist priest was ready to end it. He looked at Nan Ke, wanting to see when he would completely collapse.

But... no.

If it was Nan Ke at the beginning, he would be desperate, painful and extremely angry.

But with each death and torture, his expression became calmer.

Not only did he not collapse, but his heart remained as strong as iron despite the endless beatings!
The six-fingered Taoist frowned. By this time, the other "immortal seedlings" had basically collapsed in pain and despair.

But this Nan Ke shows no signs of collapse.

Rush again.

The six-fingered Taoist frowned and slapped him to death.

Just like this, death and resurrection, life and death again.

Another hundreds of thousands of reincarnations.

The six-fingered Taoist priest finally got fed up. This time, he did not beat Nan Ke to death. Instead, he created countless chains and tied him up.

With a frown on his face, he asked, "Are you still not desperate? Are you still going to struggle? Are you still going to resist?"

Nan Ke raised his eyes and nodded.

“But you have no chance of winning. Even if you repeat it a thousand times, ten thousand times, or even a million times, it will still be the same.” The six-fingered Taoist shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as I’m alive, I will fight.” Nan Ke took a deep breath and shook his head. “Yunmeng is fake, the world is fake, Da’an is fake, the heaven and earth and all living things are fake—but I’m real. As long as I’m alive, I will resist and fight. You can kill me at any time, but I will never collapse or sink.”

The six-fingered Taoist priest looked gloomy and slapped him into ashes again.

——But he did not really kill Nan Ke’s soul, because he was unwilling to admit defeat, he wanted to let Nan Ke collapse.

This is the most delicious way to harvest souls, as instructed by the adults.

This is also the obsession of the six-fingered Taoist priest.

So, there were countless deaths and resurrections.

The six-fingered Taoist finally lost his patience.

He pinched Nan Ke's neck and lifted him up, his eyes full of bloodshot, "——Don't you feel pain? Aren't you afraid? Aren't you desperate? You...what are you holding on to?!"

Nan Ke looked at him. Even though he had no power to resist, he looked at the Six-Fingered Taoist without any fear. He shook his head and said, "If I were you, if I didn't like the so-called duty of guarding the spirit pond, I wouldn't be as depraved as you are. I would resist those adults you mentioned and fight them."

After hearing this, the Taoist Six Fingers' expression changed as if a sore spot had been touched!
He looked at Nan Ke as if he was a fool: "Fool! Do you know what kind of existence those adults are? There is a huge difference between me and them..."

Before he finished speaking, Nan Ke interrupted him and asked, "--Is the difference between you and them as big as the difference between me and you?"

At that moment, the six-fingered Taoist priest stiffened all over and his expression changed suddenly.

——No, of course not.

The gap between him and Nan Ke is like a chasm.

But he and those adults were not so far away.

At that moment, his face turned ugly, his expression became ferocious, and his whole body was shaking!
Murder and kill!
Nan Ke was completely crushed by him, but he was able to resist and struggle again and again!
But what about him?
Facing the adults who ordered him to guard the spirit pool, he didn't even dare to have the slightest thought of resistance!

Could it be that... he is worse than an incompetent person who has been trapped in dreams all his life?
The arising of this thought made him feel humiliated and angry!
"Shut up!"

He shouted angrily!
His five fingers were like knives, cutting off the flesh and blood from Nan Ke's body who had no power to resist!

In the blink of an eye, only a head and a skeleton were left.

"You can torture me in any way you want; I can live or die as you wish - but remember, you can kill me, but you cannot defeat me."

But Nan Ke was not moved at all. He looked at this former "teacher", the mastermind behind everything, the dream weaver of the entire Yunmeng world, and said word by word: "--But if you are in my dream, or if I am in your world, you... are not even worthy of talking to me."

After that, he closed his eyes and said no more.

But the old Taoist priest with six fingers was so angry that he was shaking all over!
Of course, he had been subjected to countless curses, rebukes, and roars when he had harvested these souls in the past.

It can be as ugly as it can be.

Even in a world where words are the most powerful, his entire 360-generation family was criticized.

But the more this happened, the more excited he became, and the less angry he felt at all.

But now, Nan Ke’s words are not vicious or dirty.

But he saw through his true nature, exposing his darkest and weakest sides.

——Lies never hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Yes, if he is just a person in the Yunmeng world, or if Nan Ke is a person in the real world.

He is not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"it is good!"

The old Taoist with six fingers was extremely angry, "I will let you see how miserable you really are in real life!"

After saying this, he no longer tortured Nan Ke in his dream in vain.

A big wave of your hand!
The dream collapsed.

Then the whole world turned and I returned to the Taoist temple courtyard in the real world, next to the spirit pond.

Nan Ke's soul returned to his body.

——In that huge light, there was a weak, thin, and ordinary man.

As for the old Taoist priest with six fingers, his aura was overwhelming and endless!

He pointed at Nan Ke and used his magic power to conjure up a mirror that floated in front of Nan Ke!
He said, "You are now in the real world. Open your eyes and see what kind of rubbish you really are?!"

Nan Ke opened his eyes and saw the person in the mirror. This was the first time, and probably the last time, that he saw his true appearance.

A thin, skinny, unremarkable middle-aged man.

Because he had never moved, his limbs were extremely slow to develop, and he looked like a twisted, weird, and deformed doll.

He is far inferior to the one in my dreams, who is tall and majestic, with great magical powers.

The light scattered.

boom!
His body fell to the ground.

"Are you desperate?"

The six-fingered Taoist priest showed a morbid madness, wantonly venting the humiliation in his heart: "Do you see clearly? In the real world, it is just such an ugly and incompetent waste!"

Because he has never controlled his own body, the real Nan Ke cannot walk, stand up, or even control his throat to make any sound.

Facing the furious Six-Fingered Taoist, he just moved forward step by step, picked up a small thing with his delicate hand, and moved in front of the old man step by step, very slowly, using all his strength to smash the stone on his feet.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the sky, which was pitch black.

His body was weak and powerless, but his eyes were bright and dazzling.

It seemed that within that fragile body, there was a will as strong as an alien god.

——Thousands of disasters and myriad sufferings turn into firewood in the furnace and forge a brilliant soul!
Nan Ke can't speak, not a single word.

But the Taoist priest Liu Zhi somehow understood what he meant.

——Even in reality, even if I am just a useless person who cannot move, I still dare to resist you who claims to be the Supreme God. But you dare not resist the people in heaven.

At that moment, the six-fingered Taoist priest began to tremble violently all over!

The old face turned red!

Endless and terrible rage was overwhelming and endless!
"you die!"

At this moment, he no longer tried to make Nan Ke collapse.

He just wanted to... kill him completely!

I don't want to see him again in this life!
But just as his hand gathered infinite divine power and was raised up.

An accident happened.

The whole world froze at that moment.

The Taoist temple, the sacred pond, the plants, the rockery, the wind and rain... everything seemed to be standing still.

Naturally, this also includes the Six-Fingered Taoist Priest.

At that moment, he no longer had any arrogance, and only felt an endless...fear!
Finally, a young voice sounded from behind.

"—Look, he carried it over."

(End of this chapter)