The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 287 The Kite, Dominating All Directions (5k)

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper was taken aback. After careful consideration, he first realized that while the words were crude, the reasoning was sound. Then, he exclaimed in surprise:
"Is that gentleman really that remarkable?"

"You don't need to ask that. Just remember not to be impolite." The wealthy merchant waved his hand, his tone tinged with melancholy. "People like us spend our whole lives struggling for a pittance, running around trying to make a living. But some people are born to be in heaven, beyond our reach."

After saying this, the man dressed as a wealthy businessman glanced upstairs with great admiration, then turned and left with a hint of envy.

Even though you know you're not from the same world, who can resist feeling envious?

He was the Marquis of Weiwu, a hereditary title with immense wealth, which seemed very good, but what was the reality?

The emperor, a noble family—anyone could treat him like a fish on a chopping board.

So, I'm really envious!
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After nightfall, Du Yuan, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly felt something and got up to look out the window.

An old man dressed in a dragon robe was seen walking away step by step with his back to the palace.

As he took each step, the surrounding mountains and rivers crumbled.

"A dream? But what does that mean?"

In an instant, Du Yuan realized that she must be dreaming.

He just didn't know why he had dreamt of this scene.

At the same time, the ancestor of the Pharmacist family, who was walking backwards, also sensed something and looked towards where Du Yuan was.

Du Yuan could clearly see the white hair at his temples and the gold thread on his dragon robe, but the old man could not find any trace of him. All he could see was the gloomy sky and the devastating scene of mountains and rivers collapsing.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked aloud:

"Could there be a master here?"

Looking at the old man who seemed to be looking for her, Du Yuan was somewhat surprised. Did the other party know that she was here?
However, it seems that he only vaguely senses that he is there?
Moreover, since the other party is wearing a dragon robe and this place is the capital, could it be related to the Yakushi family?

Furthermore, he seemed quite different from the ghosts he had seen before.

Du Yuan has encountered quite a few ghosts along the way.

But this one before him, seemingly real yet unreal, was, to put it simply, stuck between the disappearance and existence of the ghosts he had seen in the past.

It barely retains a form, yet it keeps drifting away and disappearing.

After a moment's consideration, Du Yuan asked:
"Since you've already left, why return here?"

Upon hearing this, the great ancestor of the Pharmacist family felt a sudden tremor in his heart—the other party probably knew that he was going against the will of Heaven, so he came to stop him on purpose.
His throat moved with difficulty, followed by a bitter feeling.

Since they couldn't even find the source of the sound, they could only bow respectfully to the empty space and say in a deep voice:
"My family of pharmacists should not have met such a tragic end. That is why I have dared to defy fate and return, hoping only to save their lives! I beg you, sir, to have mercy and allow me to pass!"

When he first realized that a powerful figure was blocking his way, he had considered the idea of ​​"trying to get through first," but then he suddenly discovered that his body was being controlled by an invisible force and he couldn't move an inch.

In such a situation, how can one talk about "getting through" it?

They really are the ancestors of the pharmacist family!

Du Yuan suddenly realized that she had indeed guessed correctly.

Moreover, he had roughly figured out why the old man had returned—a great upheaval was approaching, and the pharmacist family would most likely not be able to hold onto the world.

Therefore, this person would certainly not be able to accept this, no matter what.

Du Yuan had a fairly good impression of the emperor, Yao Shiyuan, and didn't think he was a ruler who would bring about the downfall of his country, so she immediately nodded and said:

"In that case, you may go."

The great-grandfather of the Pharmacist family had never expected the release to come so easily; he stood there stunned, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Are you really willing to let me pass?"

Although he couldn't see the whole picture, he vaguely sensed that someone was interfering. And the person interfering was no ordinary person.

Du Yuan laughed:

"Why not let go? Since you are not a ruler destined to bring about the downfall of your country, and I am not a subject destined to bring about the downfall of my country, why should I stop you?"

From what he had seen along the way, the emperor and his ministers seemed to have won the hearts of the people, and his words came from the bottom of his heart.

These words brought tears to the eyes of Pharmacist Wuji, whose gratitude was palpable.

He immediately bowed deeply again, his voice trembling slightly:
"In that case, I, Pharmacist Wuji, thank you for your kindness, sir!"

“Hehe, you don’t need to thank me.” Du Yuan waved his hand. “This is what your family’s pharmacist descendants earned themselves—in terms of being an emperor, he did a good job.”

After saying that, Du Yuan looked up at the sky:

"It's getting late, you should hurry up and go too."

The people from the pharmacist's family are most likely here to visit you in a dream. In that case, we shouldn't delay them until everyone is awake.

The pharmacist Wuji dared not delay any longer, and quickly bowed and turned to leave.

But after taking only two steps, Du Yuan's voice caught up with him again:

"When a person dies, they become a ghost; when a ghost dies, it becomes a 'Nian' (聻). You are currently in the Nian state, aren't you? If so, it's best not to let them see what you look like now."

Du Yuan finally understood his state—neither human nor ghost, stuck in the gap between existence and dissipation, which must be the legendary "聻".

Ordinary mortals would fall ill upon seeing a ghost, so the even rarer yin spirit naturally required even greater caution.

Pharmacist Wuji opened his mouth, as if he had something to say.

He ultimately suppressed the thought in his heart that he wanted to take a good look at his only flesh and blood in the world.

He solemnly cupped his hands in the direction of Du Yuan:
"Pharmacist Wuji has noted it down."

"go Go."

As soon as Du Yuan finished speaking, she completely disappeared from Yaoshi Wuji's perception.

Yaoshi Wuji tried to move his feet and found that the previous obstacles were gone. Without further hesitation, he walked straight towards the palace.

Meanwhile, most of the various immortals guarding inside and outside the capital city did not react at all. Only a few people with unfathomable cultivation suddenly felt a strange unease in their hearts.

They subconsciously tried to deduce the reason, but they still couldn't figure it out.

Kyoto is a place of great importance, and various immortal sects frequently set up their schemes there. However, they all share an unspoken consensus: to keep it a secret from the Medicine Master.

After all, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this was the first emperor to be born after the Great Age.

Given the pharmacist's past actions, many people concluded that the thing they were searching for was most likely hidden on him.

Therefore, even without prior agreement, the immortals all unanimously began to conceal the truth—

Even today, children playing by the roadside know that the world has changed drastically, and immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters are no longer legends. Yet, Yaoshiyuan still believes that the world remains the same, and that everything he has heard is nothing more than the intention of the four powerful clans to rebel.

He wants to send someone to Qingzhou to verify this? Then let those who go never return, and each time they will be labeled as "local treasonous traitors and assassins of angels."

If a local official wants to submit a memorial revealing the truth, then secretly modify the memorial to make him mistakenly believe that the region has already fallen.

As for those in Kyoto who noticed the unusual activity and wanted to confess to him, dealing with them was even simpler: those who could be persuaded to stay, like the Empress, were spared to avoid too many deaths and injuries that would make him feel something was wrong.

If persuasion fails, either "find someone else" to take their place, or simply silence them. After all, the world is in rebellion, so isn't it reasonable for close confidants to occasionally lose their lives?
If the pharmacist wishes to seek out the legendary traces of immortals, then there is even less to worry about—the immortals avoid appearing, so where can a mere mortal like him find them?
It can be said that all the immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters in the world were playing along with the Medicine Master in this play of "the world as usual".

In this way, even if he is destined to be the one in the future, he is still just an ordinary mortal at present. How can he fight against these immortals who can turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist?

We can't win!

In the past, the net they meticulously wove was so wide that it had no loopholes.

Even the few unexpected incidents were all within the estimated margin of error.

But today...
Several old folks who were always immobile felt something was wrong. But their calculations and deductions yielded no results.

After a brief hesitation, Du Yuan was about to go back to sleep, wondering whether to wake up now or sleep through the night, when she noticed something was wrong outside.

He got up again, pushed open the window and looked out—he saw eleven stars in the western sky, flickering and drifting, slowly moving toward his direction.

"Could it be that they're coming for me?"

Sensing something was amiss, Du Yuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

A moment later, without further hesitation, he reached down to remove the watermark from his waist and hurled it at the eleven fleeting stars.

At the same moment, in a blessed land of extraordinary beauty, an old man with hair and beard as bright as starlight suddenly changed his expression.

Without a second thought, he abruptly stood up, fiercely struck out with his palm towards the empty space above his head, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Behold my Great Buddha Hand!!!"

Two massive golden palms, as heavy as mountains, struck out in response, but what they met head-on was a colossal wave that blotted out the sky and carried a terrifying pressure.

"what--!!!!"

The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and even though he knew he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, he still refused to take a single step back.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly supporting the two giant hands, and stubbornly withstood the literal meaning of the towering waves.

Until a mouthful of golden blood suddenly spurted from his mouth, the golden giant palm instantly shattered and disintegrated, and a massive wave crashed down from the sky.

The eleven stars that Du Yuan had previously seen also vanished without a trace.

As the watermark he had thrown out fell back into his palm, the old man, whose beard and hair shone like starlight, suddenly struggled to open his eyes in the blessed land that had long been destroyed by the giant wave.

Blood and tears streamed from his eyes, his vision nearly gone, but he cared nothing for anything else, only for shock and anger, his voice trembling with resentment as he spoke:

"Such high cultivation level! Such powerful techniques!"

They did not actually fight; both relied on their dreams to communicate, exchanging blows across the void.

In that instant, the old man clearly felt that he was not facing a towering wave, but the entire world's water transport!
That force was not something that could be described as the waves themselves, but rather as the combined force of countless rivers flowing into the sea.

Although it was not a physical object, the fact that such a skill, which should only belong to celestial beings, could be seen in a mountain dweller showed that he had truly misjudged and underestimated the heroes of the world.

As the eleven stars went completely dark, Du Yuan's gaze was drawn to the northern horizon—an ancient chessboard was flying across the sky, and instead of black and white pieces, two flowing streams of bright yellow energy were arranged on the board.

Even from a distance, one can sense the extraordinary power it contains.

Du Yuan's brows furrowed even more, her tone tinged with impatience: "Again?"

He wanted to get a good night's sleep!

He hesitated for a moment, then put away the watermark in his hand and plucked the mountain seal from the back of his hand. Using the same stance he had taken when dealing with the star, he raised his hand again and smashed the mountain seal toward the chessboard.

At the same time, inside a magnificent palace suspended in mid-air, a woman of exceptional beauty and figure suddenly brightened up, her voice filled with excitement and anticipation:

"Well done! I'd like to see just who you are!"

With a gentle lift of her hand, she not only sent the ancient chessboard flying towards her, but also sent twenty-seven chess pieces of various colors flying out in quick succession.

Everyone else thought that the treasure of Su'e Palace was the Primordial Chaos Chessboard, but she knew in her heart that no matter how hard a cultivator cultivated, he would lack a mouthful of Primordial Chaos Qi and would find it difficult to control such a treasure.

Her Su'e Palace's true trump card lies in these twenty-seven glass beads—each of which requires the blessing of a prosperous dynasty for three hundred and thirty-three years to be refined.

What's even more special is that these glass beads are a unique example, modeled after the Buddhist treasure, the sarira, and their power far surpasses that of ordinary ritual implements.

But as soon as the twenty-seven glass beads flew out, before she could even control the formation, the woman was suddenly shocked and widened her eyes: what she was facing was not the enemy she had expected, but a towering divine peak that pierced the clouds!

Most importantly, she recognized the peak!

"How could it be Zhou Shan?!"

The phrase "Heaven and Earth bestow blessings upon the opposite of Mount Zhou" refers to Mount Buzhou, but what she encountered at this moment was the Mount Zhou within it!
Ancient texts record that after Jianmu and Xunmu were burned by the god Xi, Zhou Mountain became the only path for all things in the world to ascend to heaven, and it is also the origin of the saying "the stabilization of heaven and earth".

Although it was later destroyed and broken in half during the battle for mountains and rivers, whether Zhou Mountain is intact or damaged, even if it is just a phantom and not a real scene at this moment, it should never appear here - because that thing is not something that the people on the mountain can control!

She also remembered that the ancient book said: In the past, when the demons from beyond the heavens attacked, the last emperor was unable to resist them, so he wanted to carry Mount Zhou on his back and throw it to eliminate the demons.

In the end, the last emperor died pouring his heart and soul into Mount Zhou, barely managing to lift it up but failing to throw it away.

Why would Zhou Shan, which even the Human Emperor couldn't control, crash down on him?!

In an instant, the woman lost even the thought of resistance. She could only stare blankly as Zhou Shan smashed the twenty-seven glass stones, then crashed into the Primordial Chaos Chessboard, and finally crushed towards her Su'e Palace.

With a sudden boom, the woman opened her eyes amidst the tremors in the void.

Unlike the previous old man, she did not have blood streaming from her eyes. Instead, her skin was covered in dense cracks like porcelain, with blood seeping out faintly.

She quickly sat cross-legged to regulate her breathing, and it took her a long time to barely suppress the surging injuries within her body.

After recovering, she immediately took out the glass beads she treasured.

The good news is that it wasn't all broken; the bad news is that only one piece remains intact, while the rest have become colorful fragments.

Clutching the only intact glass shard, and looking at her hands full of fragments, the woman's face was contorted with despair, her voice filled with disbelief:
"How could it be Zhou Shan's?!"

Her glass beads originated from the dynasty's fortune, and Zhou Mountain happened to be the source of the world's stability, a natural and powerful force!
Seeing the chessboard being smashed by Shan Yin, Du Yuan knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, so she simply looked around in other directions.

Sure enough, there were unusual movements from other directions approaching this place!

On the southern horizon, a long sword cleaved through the sky, its blade embroidered with an unknown ferocious beast. As soon as Du Yuan's gaze fell upon it, the beast let out a deafening roar, as if it were alive.

From the northeast, an invisible figure is crossing mountains and rivers with each step, causing the earth to shake violently and the rumbling sound to travel extremely far.

From the southeast, a bronze chariot sped towards them, its body shimmering with divine light. Although the divine steed pulling the chariot was not visible, the roars of dragons could be heard emanating from within.

The most extreme situation was in the northwest, where swarms of insects swept in, their buzzing deafening and irritating. This was the "culprit" behind Du Yuan's inability to sleep tonight.

Du Yuan was fully prepared to showcase his skills and deal with each opponent one by one, but what happened next was completely unexpected:

The flying sword from the south suddenly made a sharp turn and sped away in the direction it came from, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The invisible figure from the northeast was a beat slower. After gazing at the spot for a moment, it turned and left without looking back, its footsteps noticeably more hurried than when it arrived.

The bronze chariot in the southeast was even more decisive, sparking countless fires in mid-air before making a graceful turn and disappearing from Du Yuan's sight in an instant.

The last swarm of insects arrived the fastest, already right in front of Du Yuan. He was just about to grab the ash from his waist to confront them when he was suddenly shocked to see the swarm of insects fall like a torrential rain, disappearing completely in an instant.

Looking at the now calm night sky, and recalling the hurried comings and goings of the various "visitors" just moments before, Du Yuan couldn't help but laugh in exasperation, and couldn't help but curse:

"Fine, fine, you come and go as you please? You really think I can't handle you?"

At the same time, the remaining families were all greatly shocked, and a divine intervention sent them a frantic warning.

"Oh no, that guy isn't going to release them!"

They deliberately delayed, hoping to let the most impatient guy take the lead and see who would dare to defy the world and disgust all of them.

But in their minds, the one who ran the fastest shouldn't have fallen the fastest!

This almost one-sided disparity made them instantly realize that they absolutely could not win in this situation.

At least until we escape this dream, we absolutely cannot confront this guy.

In today's world, such a powerful person should be impossible to touch, so this person must have taken a different path and cultivated an unorthodox method.

So much so that in dreams, he can be considered invincible.

Since they're playing on their home turf here, why would we be foolish enough to crash into them?
They just didn't expect that even after they ran away, the person had no intention of letting go!
After a brief hesitation, the person wielding the southern flying sword suddenly flew back on his sword and said:
"Let's turn back together and take it down!"

"Okay! Let's go together!"

In an instant, the remaining families turned around, and even the swarm of insects that had vanished all flew back.

It seems they are about to engage in a fierce battle.

(End of this chapter)