Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 395 Verbal Seal
How to become a god?

Yu Tian stared at the flickering campfire, the question swirling in his mind. The firelight cast flickering shadows on his resolute brow.

He understood that in this dog-eat-dog world, strength was the only thing that mattered!

Only with power can one protect believers, bestow blessings upon sacrifices, and become a true god.

He is still too weak. Although he has surpassed ordinary people by imitating Sun Wukong and Nie Feng, he is still far from being a god who can command the wind and rain.

Yu Tian clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. He needed a way to become stronger faster.

"Shi Fei."

The name rolled between my lips and teeth, carrying an inexplicable power.

That mysterious man in the desert was treated with utmost respect even by powerful figures like Sun Wukong and Nie Feng. Yu Tian still remembers the way a monster like Little Drill Wind trembled before Shi Fei. That unfathomable power far surpassed any god he had ever seen.

He can become stronger by imitating Shi Fei!

Yu Tian sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra. The "Take It" mental technique circulated within his body, his true energy flowing like a gentle stream. He sketched Shi Fei's image in his mind.

That eternally calm gaze, that composure in every gesture, that unfathomable power.
"Pfft—" A mouthful of blood gushed out without warning, staining the front of his clothes red. Yu Tian felt his internal energy suddenly boil over, like a wild horse running rampant through his meridians.

He trembled all over, every muscle in his body spasming. This feeling was a hundred times more painful than when he imitated Sun Wukong!
Shi Fei was too powerful, so when he suddenly came into contact with such a powerful role model, he suffered a backlash from the power. Just like when he imitated Sun Wukong, he was so exhausted that he almost died.

Blood seeped from his nostrils and the corners of his eyes, leaving shocking red marks on his pale face. But Yu Tian clenched his teeth, and blood seeped from his gums.

He persisted relentlessly, Shi Fei's words echoing in his mind: "Persistence itself is a kind of power."

When you persist in doing one thing, you have already surpassed many people and gained power far exceeding that of many others!
Waves of excruciating pain washed over him, and Yu Tian's consciousness began to blur. In his daze, he saw Xiao Lingdang's sleeping face, the crying children in the River God Temple, and the indifferent gazes of the high and mighty gods.
"No! I can't die!"

He wants to become stronger, he cannot die, he wants to become a god, and he wants to protect himself and Little Bell in this world!
His unwavering beliefs allowed him to utilize his Saiyan physique, which he had acquired by imitating Sun Wukong, and his Saiyan bloodline was fully unleashed in dire circumstances.

The more severely injured he was, the stronger he became! Yu Tian's muscles were taut like a bowstring, and his veins bulged like writhing dragons. He felt something within him breaking down, reforming, and sublimating.
A deafening roar, loud enough for only him to hear, exploded in his mind. In an instant, all the pain vanished, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.

Those torrent-like forces slowly gathered within him, and over time, he gradually came into control of them.

Yu Tian slowly opened his eyes, and the world had changed completely.

His hearing became incredibly sharp; he could even hear the heartbeat of the little bell beside him. Her heartbeat… was irregular.

His senses became strange; he could even perceive something in the shadows of the temple watching them. He couldn't help but turn around.

They saw a weasel crouching in a crevice in the stone corner of the temple, watching them intently. Startled by Yu Tian's gaze, the weasel quickly hid.

The most amazing thing is the power within the body!
The once raging true energy was now as docile as a lamb, yet as vast as a river and sea. Yu Tian gently raised his hand, and an invisible stream of energy rose up, stirring up years of dust within the temple, tracing a graceful arc in the air. That was the martial art of manipulating air currents after he had digested the "Wind God Leg" technique. Yu Tian felt a wondrous connection between himself and the "wind" of heaven and earth, as if he could understand its whispers.

Yu Tian looked at his palm, feeling gusts of wind gathering there, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. This breakthrough brought him one step closer to his goal of becoming a god.

Yu Tian gently placed his palm on Xiao Lingdang's back, and a gentle, spring-like internal energy slowly flowed into her. The girl's tense shoulders and neck gradually relaxed, and her previously rapid and disordered breathing became long and even.

These past few days, Xiaolingdang hasn't said a word, but Yu Tian knows she's been having nightmares every night. They were like sacrificial offerings kept in the River God City; the River God City was terrifying to them.

But once we leave River God City, the outside world is even more dangerous!

Just as Yu Tian was wiping the blood off his face, a rustling sound suddenly came from the crack in the stone corner of the wall.

The weasel returned, stood upright, and bowed with its two front paws, speaking in human language: "This humble god has cultivated for a hundred years and today has the honor of meeting a true god. May I ask, Your Majesty, do I appear more like a human or a god?"

Moonlight filtered through the broken roof tiles, casting dappled patterns on the weasel's glossy fur. Its beady eyes darted about, displaying a mixture of awe and cunning.

It is a weasel spirit in this mountain. Since it gained intelligence, it has been observing passersby in the dilapidated temple, learning their language and habits.

Tonight, it saw two strange human boys. Later, it saw the ghouls being frightened away. After that, it saw the boys' aura suddenly change, becoming like that of a mountain lord, radiating light.

It knew it had encountered a true god, so it came specifically to ask for a verbal seal.

Looking at the weasel begging for a seal of authority, Yu Tian recalled the records he had seen in Shi Fei's study. Begging for a seal of authority was the act of a non-human being who had cultivated into a spirit and sought "official recognition" from a human, completing the transformation or improving their cultivation through human affirmation.

"So, do you want to be a human? Or do you want to be a god?" Yu Tian didn't answer her question, but instead asked her in return.

The weasel shuddered, clearly not expecting to be outmaneuvered. Its claws unconsciously scratched at the cracks in the floor tiles, the squeaking sound particularly clear in the silent temple.

“Being a god would be the best, of course.” Its eyes darted around, then it quickly added, “But this land already has an owner, so being a god isn’t necessarily that great. If I could obtain a human body, that would be an immense blessing.”

For a spirit that has cultivated for a hundred years, whether it transforms into a human or is officially recognized as a god, it means an opportunity to escape the animal realm.

"Where is chance in life?" Yu Tian scoffed, pointing to himself. "Isn't life still about being driven to the deep mountains and forests?"

As for becoming a god?

There are already so many gods in the world, why add another weasel-like demon god?
The moonlight was suddenly obscured by clouds, and the dilapidated temple grew darker. The weasel's fur gleamed eerily in the shadows, and it eagerly took two steps forward: "Your Majesty, if I were to be reborn as a human, I would surely..."

You look like a human being to me!

(End of this chapter)