Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 201 Aftermath
So, in this unknown incense space, Shi Fei attacked Nyarlathotep.

Facing the crouching chaos, he did not hold back, and a dazzling sword light suddenly appeared in this mysterious incense space.

The sword light seemed to have condensed all the colors between heaven and earth, and the colorful light was flowing like a dream. In this ever-changing space, a world belonging to Shi Fei was opened up.

It is all the changes in the sword's moves, and also Shi Fei's will!
What is Gou Ba's Crawling Chaos, what is Gou Ba's Nyarlathotep, take my sword!

When the sword light split the chaos, twelve layers of rainbows bloomed in the void. In that light flowed the residual image of the will of the person that Shi Fei transformed into in his dream, forcibly tearing a crack in this twisted realm.

Nyarlathotep's Taoist robe suddenly faded into the fragments of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas". The moment it was shattered by the sword energy, each fragment turned into a tentacle phantom the size of a fingernail.

These tentacles attacked with an evil light, but exploded into smelly ink when they touched the sword light.

“Fancy!”

The colorful sword light rolled back like a river in the sky, piercing through the chest of the crouching chaos in an instant. His body collapsed into a fragment of a star map, and then reassembled into a Nuo opera puppet condensed from asphalt three meters away - the radiation light of Rigel seeped out from the gaps in the mask.

"Pain is the spice of chaos." The puppet suddenly opened its eyes, and the entire space began to roll like crumpled rice paper. The blue bricks under Shi Fei's feet turned into dense oracle bone script, which was crawling up his trouser legs to his neck.

The space was constantly twisting, and Shi Fei felt as if he was in a drum washing machine. In his eyes, Nyarlathotep was like a kaleidoscope, constantly making strange laughs.

His consciousness became blurred in the laughter and he kept sinking in the distortion.

"That's it?"

Shi Fei suddenly bit his tongue, and the sharp pain triggered a surge of sword energy. When the oracle bones touched the blood, they suddenly ignited and burned into ashes with a strange smell.

Shi Fei knew that in this illusory dream, he could only rely on his own strength and will.

In dreams, will is power.

And he had long been unhappy with "Fun God" like Nyarlathotep.

If I were you, I would have called Azathoth long ago!
Sleep on me! Get up and have fun!

This is the real fun, and this ultimate fun is worthy of the title of “God of Fun”!
You don't deserve it!

The thoughts that originated from Shi Fei's inner truth turned into the power of "truth". In this nightmare, in the illusion, it was like a long sword, bursting out from Shi Fei's heart!
Wherever the sword passed, all the tampered projections collapsed - the Maitreya Buddha of the Tang Dynasty retreated back into his yellow-robed body, and the arms and legs of Mazu of the Song Dynasty retracted into the compound eyes under the coral crown.

"Fuck you!"

Amid the roar, the sword light turned into a simple and unadorned chop on Nyarlathotep's Nuo mask! Nyarlathotep's Nuo mask exploded, revealing a collection of compound eyes woven with thousands of words from the Great Cloud Sutra.

Then, the incarnation of Nyarlathotep was shattered by this sword.

The sound of Nyarlathotep's wild laughter slowly faded away. Suddenly, a bloody rain mixed with stardust began to fall from space, and Nyarlathotep's incarnation dissolved into a page of debris in the rain.

On the remaining page, a section of cuneiform written in cinnabar circles was bleeding:

[███Interesting variable observed███]

Shi Fei panted softly, looking at the fading illusions around him. He knew that this incarnation was just the remnants of Mi Fangfang's sacrifice, and the real lurking chaos was laughing billions of light years away.

Of all the Great Old Ones, Nyarlathotep has the most incarnations.

He doesn't take temporary victory or defeat to heart.

After he left, Shi Fei breathed a sigh of relief. Facing such an existence, he was under great pressure. He didn't know what the outcome of this battle would be, but he didn't want to compromise with this Gou Ba thing.

If you are still so worried about the future and the future in your dreams, then you are dreaming in vain.

As for whether he would be crushed by the Old Ones or die in this nightmare, Shi Fei didn't care.

Because he is originally a "dreamer", originally nothingness. If he cannot find the "truth", what is the meaning of his life?

The only thing he felt was real was the feeling that just burst out from his heart.

"Brother Dou! Are you... okay?"

Shi Fei heard someone approaching him, and when he turned around, he saw Tan Qi, who looked anxious and alert. Tan Qi saw that Shi Fei didn't have any extra parts on him, so he slowly relaxed his vigilance.

Just now he saw the bride explode, Shi Fei was suddenly stunned, and the surrounding environment deteriorated rapidly.

"For now...it's okay!" The unknown glue stuck on the sole of Shi Fei's boots made a sound like a baby crying.

He looked up and saw that the flying eaves and brackets of the Governor's Mansion had turned into a bloody organism. Asphalt-like mucus oozed from the gaps between the glazed tiles, dripping onto the blue bricks and corroding honeycomb-shaped holes.

Tan Qi's soap boots crushed half of the still twitching tentacle, and the juice that burst out of the gray-green organic matter actually carried the afterimage of the words from "Book of Rites".

There was some kind of crystallized debris stuck to the hem of his robe, and tiny fragments of the star map fell off with every step he took.

"Brother Dou..." Tan Qi's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes swept over the dried corpse with the words of the Great Cloud Sutra embedded in it beside the corridor pillar. The fingers of the corpse were still in the seal position, but coral-like hyperplasia tissue grew in the eye sockets.

After the battle, the people in the Governor's Office, such as Tan Qi, who were lucky, were unscathed. The unlucky ones suffered all kinds of disasters, some turned into mummies, some turned into dust, and some had their limbs twisted like monsters.

"What should we do now? How..." Tan Qi also looked at the tragic scene in front of him and said anxiously.

"Have you seen a similar situation before?" Shi Fei asked, looking at the panicked Tan Qi.

Most people would be scared to death if they encountered such a situation, but not like Tan Qi.

"..." Tan Qi sighed and said, "I encountered it once when I was in Helan Mountain."

It was a horrible experience that almost cost him his life. He knew that if such a thing was not handled properly, the consequences would be even more terrible.

The maid's shrill wail could be heard in the distance - her lower body had merged with the Taihu stone, and the vague Old Ones could be vaguely seen between the stone patterns.

The remaining upper body was still pouring tea mechanically, but the light flowing out of the spout was star-like silver light.

"Let's report to the authorities! Please ask the Jade Emperor Temple to come!" Tan Qi saw the tragic scene and said, "The Jade Emperor Temple is very noble and specializes in handling these matters!"

"Jade Emperor Temple?" Shi Fei was not surprised when he heard the word Jade Emperor Temple from Tan Qi again.

This is obviously not the first time such an accident has occurred in China! The Jade Emperor Temple is specifically responsible for handling such matters.

No wonder...the Jade Emperor Temple has such a special status.

"Report to the authorities?" Shi Fei looked towards the west wing, where the original moon-shaped door had turned into a cavity covered with tooth-like structures, slowly chewing the brocade clothes of a certain guest.

“Who here is not an official?”

(End of this chapter)