Above Destiny

Chapter 549 Born in a dream, vanished in a bubble
"A pipe dream".

On the edge of Yacheng, Tong Ting had fallen into a daze.

Unbelievable news coming from my own father.

"No, what is this?" Tong Ting was completely confused. "You mean the Land of Myriad Transformations? Didn't it collapse a long time ago? Hua Xu is dead."

"I did say that the Land of Myriad Transformations has disappeared, but when did I ever say that Lord Huaxu was dead?"

The old man asked without looking up, holding a teacup and sipping his classic espresso, but his eyes were fixed on the ground, where scattered yarrow stalks intertwined, displaying a chaotic hexagram that shifted and changed in the breeze.

The way of ether lies in observation and discernment. Everyone has some curiosity about it, the only difference being the skill and courage of their methods.

Once you reach the level of a celestial being, you can easily observe the world without leaving your home.

On a whim, Tong Yuan continued to investigate and observe the dream disorder incident, but out of caution, he did not take direct action.

Such divination using yarrow stalks is like watching a fire from across the river—passively listening to news without actively seeking anything out.

I thought that even if I couldn't see clearly, it would be good to watch the excitement.

As a result, before we knew it... we witnessed the raging waves that had been stirred up in the stagnant water!

From a fleeting glimpse of the disturbance of fate, one glimpses the enormous reflection that suddenly appears.

Hidden as a mustard seed, moving as swiftly as a soaring dragon.

Completely unconcerned about being spied on by others, and never concealing its existence... it boldly and openly descends upon the world.

"They are indeed the Kings of Chaos."

Tong Yuan sipped his tea and exclaimed with admiration, "What a magnificent spirit!"

"No, no...this..."

Tong Ting remained stunned, unable to react: "How many years has it been? Is this even possible? He's still alive?"

"In the chaotic era before the emergence of supreme goodness, were those who could achieve something merely mediocre people with empty reputations?"
In that hell where there is no order or rules, those who are not strong enough or lucky enough may not even be able to control their own lives and deaths.

But the kings, high above, used the mortal world as a chessboard, and through their struggles, laid the foundation for a new world. The fruits of their labor and the legacy they created were far more extraordinary than ordinary.

Tong Yuan sighed softly and asked in return, "The Lord of Huaxu exists with Huaxu, and the Lord of Huangliang exists with Huangliang. For such beings, the difference between life and death is meaningless."

How do you kill a dream?

"..."

Tong Ting remained silent, unable to speak, but heard his father's slow, deliberate words: "Among the kings of the Chaos Era, it is certain that at least three have survived to this day, and he should be considered half of them."

For the chosen ones of Ether, observation is power, and secrets are their trump card.

Similarly, secrets can lead to death, or even worse, a fate worse than death.

Even among masters and disciples, fathers and sons, there are some secrets that would never be easily passed on.

This is not because of fear or precaution, but because those secrets are too dangerous. Even the secret communication between ethers, which is not written down or spoken, but only passed from heart to heart, can still cause ripples, attract sensations, and bring about unexpected events.

It could even backfire!
Only when the Lord of the Yellow Millet reappears and all related destinies and observations are disturbed can an opportunity be found to convey the relevant secrets.

At this moment, the waves stirred up by the Lord of Yellow Millet are still spreading. The time is critical, and not a second can be wasted.

Upon hearing this, Tong immediately knelt down, crawled forward on his knees, and listened respectfully, pondering and analyzing.

Even within Tong Yuan's time-wedge shielding range, they remained cautious, striving to gain a comprehensive understanding of the situation as quickly and steadily as possible with minimal information and disturbance from the hints.

"Does Father mean there's another half?"

"almost."

Tong Yuan nodded and replied calmly, "It's inside the fish's belly, isn't it? There's only half left, isn't there?"

fish?
Tong Ting suddenly realized what was happening, and then he broke out in a cold sweat.

The tragedy of the White House!

As the great evil opposite to the vortex, the evil belonging to the White Pavilion is only one: the existence of that immortal fish, which is an immortal being achieved by gathering the life of countless evil transformations, and a terrifying monster that regards all living beings in the world as food.

The reason there is only one is that the other evils of the White Pavilion were swallowed up by this fish before they even had a chance to fully develop!

It's unbelievable that someone could be swallowed by a fish and survive for thousands of years without being completely digested.

They are, after all, kings.

Even more unbelievable is that fish are a product of the chaotic era? No, Father means...

In that instant, he was trembling when he suddenly realized the truth.

Of the three that can be confirmed, half is the Lord of the Yellow Millet who vanished into nothingness, and the other half is the being swallowed by the fish. So what about the fish?
A fish capable of swallowing one of the kings must undoubtedly be one of the two!
that……

"It cannot be said, nor can it be explained."

Upon hearing his question, Tong Yuan already knew what he wanted to ask, and slowly shook his head, remaining silent.

Despite the many speculations, speculations are just speculations and cannot be used as evidence. Besides, what difference does it make if you guess right or wrong? It would be pointless to talk about such things.

The brief turmoil has now subsided.

Tong Yuan waved his hand, signaling Tong Ting to stand up. He had said everything he needed to say, and it was best not to say anything more.

Let's just enjoy the show.

He scattered another handful of yarrow stalks and continued to observe quietly.

At this very moment, with the reappearance of the Paradise of All Transformation, the entire world is once again thrown into turmoil, like a boulder suddenly thrown into a pond.

Amidst the ripples, countless people had already sensed it and began to spy in all sorts of ways.

Crystals, counting rods, pendulums, intestinal divination, spirit writing, summoning deities...

The etheric beings, hidden deep beneath the water, began to peek out.

Whether the methods are brutal or gentle, whether the techniques are crude or exquisite, no matter how much one spyes and observes, apart from the recurrence of the pipe dream, all other information remains hidden in the fog, difficult to detect.

The Lord of Huangliang paid no attention and cared nothing about it.

Dreams exist, but what exactly is in those illusory dreams, and how can others know them?
Life and death are indistinguishable, like a dream or an illusion. Even if the once blissful land of transformation vanishes into nothingness, it is nothing more than returning to nothingness.

But isn't the existence of dreams inherently nothingness?

In the superposition of nothingness and nothingness, who knows if the dream still exists?

Rather than saying that paradise was destroyed, it's more accurate to say that it has simply returned to its original state.

The disappearance of the once-beautiful land of myriad transformations was not due to the collapse of the ambitions of arrogant individuals, but rather because the ruler of Huaxu, along with his followers who chased after illusions, abandoned the human world!
Now, in the void, endless beautiful dreams reappear. Emerging from the long slumber of time, the Kingdom of Huaxu once again responds to the call of the souls and the invitation of the fragments.

It has been reopened.

Right in front of Ji Jue.

Compared to that magnificent and vast existence, the illusion created by the remains of Huangliang is like a tiny bubble, easily drawn back to its source by gravity.

Everything that was once under their control quickly lost its responsiveness, all the souls fell into slumber and eternal sleep, and the world on the verge of collapse was rebuilt once again.

The true master of the fragments, licking the soft cushion in his palm, delivered the final verdict.

The outcome has been decided.

"I haven't lost! I haven't!"

Wen Sheng roared, his eyes bloodshot. In his madness at the complete defeat, he didn't even care about the other party's identity: "What bullshit rule? Wasn't it you who was interfering?"

"Yeah, indeed."

The black cat nodded calmly: "If I hadn't interfered, wouldn't you have vanished by now? So it seems you're the one who benefited, right?"

Wen Sheng stood there, stunned and stiff.

The approaching footsteps stopped in their tracks.

"The Land of Myriad Transformations acknowledges all desires, and the Land of Myriad Phenomena recognizes all dreams."

The black cat spoke calmly, saying, "You can realize your own dreams, no matter how absurd; you can also take away other people's dreams, no matter how cruel."

It doesn't matter whether it's altered, distorted, purified, or corrupted. It's only natural that a dream you can't hold onto will fall into someone else's hands.

Dreams are limitless, dreams are free, dreams allow everything, dreams encompass everything.

But there's one thing—

"You can't deny your own dreams."

The Lord of Yellow Millet lowered his eyes and shook his head regretfully: "When you have such a thought, you are destined to be discarded by the fragment in your hand."

No, wasn't your dream stolen before this? Just as you stole someone else's dream... Since it's a transformation, why can't you see through this mere sense of separation?

"Ridiculous!"

Wen Sheng roared, unable to contain himself, reaching out and shaking the black cat, demanding, "What's the point of this ethereal thing?!"

"But isn't it precisely by relying on this ethereal thing that you've climbed to where you are today? So why can't you understand the meaning of dreams?"

The black cat laughed, letting its avatar be held in Wen Sheng's hand like a rag doll, completely unconcerned. Only a gentle voice echoed from all directions:

"Dreams are inclusive, dreams are generous."

Whether it's ascension or the heart's core, the abyss or the endless void, ether or defilement, even ruins or embers, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Anyone who harbors illusions and chases dreams can come here. Regardless of good or evil, one can act as one pleases; this is the most fundamental law of the Land of All Things.

"No, no, this isn't right!"

Wen Sheng gripped the black cat tightly, his eyes unfocused: "Everything was arranged. I had already succeeded. It was you! You tricked me!"

"What is formed from a dream will also vanish like a bubble, so what's the problem? You were made through it, so why can't you perish through it as well?"

The black cat, puzzled, tilted its head and asked in confusion, "Besides, was I really the one who plotted against you?"

As it spoke, the cat gently raised its paw.

I slapped him.

Suddenly, a pocket watch, burned to ashes in the flames, fell from his soul, crashed to the ground, rolled, and was covered in cracks.

"To be honest, whether you cheat or not is none of my business. It's your game, and you can play however you want."

The black cat glanced at it indifferently, then suddenly chuckled softly: "But, was the person who gave you this really doing it for your own good?"

Wen Sheng stood there, stunned, as if petrified.

Frozen in place.

Sweaty.

"Constant repetition, constant reincarnation, ha, it is indeed an excellent thing for the heart pivot, but what you are focusing on is the ascension and transformation!"

The black cat sighed, "When a single-minded obsession leads to regret, wavering, or even the desire to start over, it's destined that the road ahead is cut off."

From this point onward, any further repetition will only lead to decline; rather, each repetition will actually catalyze your opponent's progress.

"...Hehe, hahaha, I see, how interesting, really interesting!"

Before Wen Sheng could react, the black cat burst into laughter, overjoyed: "Are there really such crazy people among people these days?"

They're certainly not inferior to the generation I once lived in.

"you you……"

Wen Sheng's face was deathly pale, he was trembling, his pupils were unfocused, and he was having difficulty breathing: "What exactly do you mean?"

"Hmm? Was I not clear enough?"

The black cat's lips curled into a malicious smile, relishing his disheveled appearance.

Then, he personally burst the last bubble:

"From the very beginning, you were just a consumable!"

"shut up!!!!"

Wen Sheng was struck dumb, instinctively screaming. His bloodshot eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his expression twisted: "I'm not! I...I...I'm the one who should...only me..."

The black cat continued to smile, admiring his appearance.

And so, I witnessed the mournful light of a shattered dream...

So pleasing to the eye.

Although he didn't know the inside story, with his level of expertise, wouldn't he understand everything at a glance?
The person behind all of this is truly shrewd.

Even ethereal and unrealistic dreams are utilized.

This sacred dream, seemingly a transformation from death to rebirth, actually conceals a more malicious and cruel purpose and plan.

Wen Sheng and Wen Wen, Sheng Bian and Huang Xu, spirit and matter.

Two irreconcilable entities, in this illusion, consume each other, catalyze each other, achieve each other, and destroy each other at the same time.

In this endless cycle, no matter which one dies, the other will become stronger!
Either Wen Sheng becomes a saint, advancing further until he reaches the realm of celestial beings, where the ideals of sainthood and dragonhood are no longer distant; or Wen Wen accepts her true nature, completely abandoning reason and emotion as shackles, creating a miracle, and embarking on the path of dragon transformation…

That's a really clever plan.

Even their own remains were used.

The master of Huangliang didn't care about this, and the other party probably knew that he not only didn't care, but was also happy to see the show delivered to his doorstep.

Indeed, it was a good show.

Unfortunately, who could have imagined that, by a twist of fate, another ember, holding authority and positioned between the Ascension and the Desolate Ruins, would infiltrate the ranks?
As a result, despite the disturbances of variables, the rock remained unmoved, while the obsession shattered in the illusion.

After realizing Wen Zheng's arrangement and understanding his own role, he was completely defeated, kneeling on the ground, roaring in despair, wailing and sobbing.

only……

"Why would someone who claims to be a god kneel down and beg for mercy?"

The black cat shook its head. "Judging from this appearance, you should be a believer."

They worship idols and indulge in fanaticism, yet they cannot see what they are actually pursuing. They move forward towards the illusions and delusions of their own imagination, obsessed only with unrealistic mirages.

That's why it fits so perfectly with this dreamlike landscape.

"Since it is lost in the present world, why not return to the illusion?"

The black cat's voice echoed softly, "Dreams are generous, a paradise of transformations, welcoming all who come. Even those who have nothing still have a good dream and peaceful sleep."

In that instant, Wen Sheng, who was wailing, froze on the spot.

The face, covered in cracks and blood and tears, was illuminated by the illusory light behind that door.

A paradise of wonders!

A void world formed by endless dreams and illusions!

At this moment, it truly appeared before him.

Within that door that appeared out of nowhere, rainbow light shifted and changed, spreading and flowing like a spring.

In just a moment, one can glimpse endless inverted dreams.

Before my eyes, countless phantoms appeared; in my ears, countless sounds rang out.

I want to eat my fill, I want new clothes, I want no one in this world to look down on me anymore... I want money, I want money, I want rest, an end, women, giving up, eating... and I still want money! Please give me money...

I want the world to be free of hunger and suffering, I want everyone to understand each other, I want war to end... I want to be with her forever... I want to die...

want to……

The rainbow light is like a mirror, reflecting one's deepest desires and fantasies.

In that instant, Ji Jue moved slightly.

Unfortunately, it wasn't his feet that moved, but his hand holding the sword. He looked down at Wen Sheng on the ground, his mind racing for a moment, but he quickly noticed the gaze the black cat was casting at him.

So he remained motionless.

There's no need to do anything else.

Only Wen Sheng, lying on the ground, stared blankly at the illusory light, his empty pupils illuminated by the illusion, revealing a kind of jubilant look.

My heart and soul yearn for it.

In pain and despair, he propped himself up, crawling on his hands and feet, little by little, using all his strength, reaching out his hand, trying to touch the illusory light behind the door.

However, they were never able to cross that final, narrow gap.

Too far.

He is too tired.

They no longer had the strength to go any further.

From within the shattered wound, silver flames rose once more, burning away the last remnants of the spirit, which quickly turned to ashes.

In the instant he abandoned his obsession with illusion, the last vestige of strength that sustained him vanished silently. Like a moth consumed by flames, his obsession turned to ashes in the fire.

The last skeletons shattered silently before the gate.

It's coming to an end.

Until his consciousness was completely extinguished, Wen Sheng's gaze remained fixed on the phantom behind the door.

What did those eyes actually see?

"it's a pity."

The black cat shook its head: "Just a little bit short."

Was it really just a little bit short?

Ji Jue wanted to ask, but some questions were better left unasked.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he silently took a step back, then another, trying to create some distance. Unfortunately, those amber eyes were already looking at him.

It seems like a smile but not a smile.

"It seems you've won this battle, Ji Jue."

The black cat tilted its head, admiring his expression: "I didn't expect that despite the house being so deserted, there would still be uninvited guests... Shall I introduce myself?"

　Ah, it's the beginning of the month! Please give me a monthly pass!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)