Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 200 Old Shadow
Jade Emperor Temple, Jade Emperor.

Dragon King, Cthulhu.

The Scorpion God, Y'golonak.

Immortal soldiers, witchcraft, and missionaries.

Shi Fei has already realized that something must have happened on this land that forced the Old Ones to obey certain "rules".

When Shi Fei mentioned the Jade Emperor, the air suddenly stagnated, and the projection of the Orion Nebula rotating on the top of Nyarlathotep's staff suddenly collapsed.

The skeleton band that were playing suddenly covered their non-existent ears collectively, and their jaws burst into pieces in the ultra-high frequency vibrations.

The eye reliefs on the Gothic arcades exploded one after another, splashing out not juice but incense ash with a sandalwood scent.

"Mr. Variable always likes to use dangerous metaphors." Nyarlathotep's suit turned into a Taoist robe, and thirteen jade scepters fell from his sleeves. Each scepter was engraved with distorted words from the Huangting Sutra:
"Do you know which three Maoshan Zhenjuns the Taoist masters in Maoshan, Jurong worship?"

Shi Fei's pupils shrank slightly. He saw a bituminous liquid oozing out from the hem of the other party's Taoist robe. When the liquid fell to the ground, it turned into densely packed miniature temples. The rhythm of the swaying wind chimes on the eaves was completely synchronized with the morning bell of the real Jade Emperor Temple in the distance.

When the seventh temple of flesh and blood took shape, the entire space was suddenly filled with the teeth-grinding sound of metal friction - that was the echo of countless heavenly soldiers' armor colliding in the void.

Nyarlathotep's hat had somehow turned into a crown of merit, with nine beating hearts hanging from the end of the crown tassel. "Interesting! Mr. Variable, you are more interesting than I thought! So, what is your choice? Open another bet?"

Gambling, what gambling?

Shi Fei was confused, but he said calmly: "First, I always give others choices. Second, I don't like gambling. I can't coexist with gambling and drugs!"

“Hee…” Nyarlathotep chuckled. “It seems that Mr. Variable, you are not what I thought. How interesting!”

Shi Fei keenly realized that Nyarlathotep must know some key information that he didn't know.

What is it?
Nyarlathotep's Adam's apple suddenly split into six petals, and he let out a galactic vortex of laughter. The floating incense sand began to show non-Euclidean trajectories, burning an interstellar route map on Shi Fei's retina.

"Look at this tampered epic——"

Amid the sound of bronze chimes, Shi Fei saw the waves of the Bian River turning into asphalt slime. The coral crown of the Mazu statue cracked open its third eye, and the fishermen's life lanterns were wrapped around its outstretched octopus tentacles.

The tiles on Chang'an's Zhuque Street were rolling like tongue coating, and the yellow tentacles emerging from the belly of Maitreya's golden body were wrapping the nun's relics with the "Da Yun Sutra".

The most terrifying scene is the Fengshan Terrace on Mount Tai: silver threads suddenly burst out from the jade tablet in Emperor Wu of Han's hand, and the star-colored fluid actually weaves the totem of Yog-Sothoth's real name in the gaps between the bamboo slips.

Every time those seal characters were completed, an official turned into crystalline creatures and fell into the abyss.

"This is the cannibalization of civilization." Bronze hexagrams suddenly grew out of Nyarlathotep's staff, and the tip of the staff pointed to the illusion of the Battle of Muye!
The plasma core of Cthugha was wailing in the Bagua furnace, and his roar was refined into the Samadhi True Fire Talisman in Laojun's hand; the toad skin shed by Satogua was soaked in the glazed cup of Yuanshi Tianzun, and it was oozing out venom that corroded the floor tiles of Yuxu Palace.

Shi Fei suddenly smelled a strong scent of incense.

He suddenly turned back and found that the red paint of the City God Temple was peeling off, revealing the squirming flesh and blood wall underneath. The founding emperor, wearing a yellow robe and with a majestic face, crowned Hastur as the "emperor". The jade algae strings hanging from the crown were actually hatching eye embryos. At the moment when the black gauze hat buckled the gill-like organs of the yellow-clothed king, the three animal heads on the altar suddenly sang the "Song of Persuasion" in the language of the Deep Divers.

From then on, Hastur became the city god!

"Did you see it?" Nyarlathotep's crown of virtuousness flowed with the halo of the River Map and Luoshu. "When you call the Yellow King's dream the Pure Land of Bliss, when you use the Four Symbols and the Twenty-Eight Mansions to analyze the blind sound of Azathoth——"

He suddenly tore open his Taoist robe, revealing the Purple Palace star map rotating in his chest. The original power that originally belonged to the Old Ones was now condensing into Taoist lightning patterns at the handle of the Big Dipper.

"We become you, this is the gamble!"

"What a subtle cognitive pollution." He turned into the pages of The Investiture of the Gods, with the slime of the Deep One seeping out between each line of text: "Use the City God Temple to trap the Yellow King, use the Eight Diagrams Furnace to smelt the Explosive One - we have become the auspicious beasts you raise."

The Old Ones have always been in this land, beside “people”, and even became “gods”.

"Hehe..." Shi Fei looked at the so-called "gambling game" and suddenly laughed.

The Old Ones are terrifying beings that roam the stars.

Their lifespan is almost infinite, and their power is far beyond human imagination. They are the masters of the universe. In their eyes, the planet is just their temporary place of residence, and humans are just bacteria on the planet.

Just as humans do not consider what "bacteria" are thinking, the Old Ones do not consider what humans are thinking.

When Nyarlathotep said "We have become you", Shi Fei couldn't help laughing: "You call yourself the master of the universe."

The soles of his boots crushed the stardust that had crawled out, and a black mist with sandalwood rose from his feet: "Do you have to rely on mortals to confer a title in order to gain a foothold in Middle-earth?"

Twelve bronze hexagrams suddenly burst out of Nyarlathotep's spine, each with a miniature version of the Great Old One nailed to it: "When bacteria make statues of gods, the gods become the playthings of bacteria."

His walking stick suddenly grew a Nuo opera mask, imitating the images of the Three Pure Ones in Yuxu Palace.

"You tampered with the Conferred God List and forged Buddhist scriptures, but you showed the Han Dynasty's imperial decrees, Tang Dynasty's statues, and Song Dynasty's sacrifices, but you kept it a secret about the Jade Emperor, the supreme being that governs the three realms." Shi Fei looked at the mysterious and evil Nyarlathotep and said, "He is the key to everything, right?!"

Just now, Nyarlathotep showed him so many gods being conferred titles, but he avoided the Jade Emperor Temple and the Jade Emperor.

Is it intentional, unintentional, or impossible?
Hearing Shi Fei's words, the entire star map suddenly twitched violently, and the old projections of those who were deified began to fade. Nyarlathotep's crown suddenly broke, and his nine hearts quietly rotted.

He looked at Shi Fei, who was so bold and reckless as to laugh at him, and said, "It's really a variable that shouldn't have appeared! You seem to know us very well?"

"No one knows a son better than his father!" Shi Fei still said the same thing.

So what if the Old One in the dream is Azathoth?
Although Shi Fei didn't know what was going on with the Jade Emperor Temple in this world, he knew it would definitely not be like what Nyarlathotep said!

Are the Old Ones scary?

Is it worth fearing?
Of course...there's nothing to be afraid of!
(End of this chapter)