allendalepharm Chapter 60 Wanye's Little Brother is Daydreaming Again
Chapter 60 Wanye's Little Brother is Daydreaming Again
2020 AD.
Penglai Island.
The morning sunlight streamed into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a warm golden hue across the wooden floor.
The sound of the waves came from afar, unhurried and gentle, like the end of a lullaby.
Duan Xinglian jumped out of bed, covered in cold sweat and his face was deathly pale.
The dream I just had is still so vivid.
A blood-red sky, a torn earth, a person falling from a great height, his left hand and left foot severed, blood splattering everywhere.
And those eyes,
Needless to say.
"Oh no, oh no!"
He frantically rolled out of bed and scrambled down the stairs.
In the living room, Zhou Liuqing was sitting at the dining table, holding a piece of bread with jam on it, taking small bites.
Seeing her junior brother's absent-minded look, she blinked blankly.
"What's wrong, Xinglian? Is something ghostly?"
Duan Xinglian, ignoring his breath, looked around, his gaze sweeping across the living room again and again.
"Senior sister, where is Senior Haishan?"
Zhou Liuqing took a bite of bread and mumbled:
"He's still sleeping. Why do you want to see him?"
Duan Xinglian let out a long breath, his tense shoulders relaxing:
"That's alright then."
Zhou Liuqing put down her bread, her brow furrowing. "What's wrong?"
Duan Xinglian swallowed hard, his voice slightly strained:
"I dreamt last night that Senior Haishan was going to die!"
Saturday, Qing was shocked; she almost dropped the bread she was holding on the table.
"How could this be?"
Although she wasn't one of those old-fashioned seekers of the Dharma, she knew that seekers' dreams often carried a certain degree of omens.
Especially for someone like Duan Xinglian who is awakening his innate supernatural power, his dream is not unfounded.
Before the words were finished, footsteps came from upstairs.
Hai Shan walked out of the bedroom, yawning.
He walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and casually picked up a slice of bread.
Saturday Qing couldn't wait to speak:
"Senior Haishan, Xinglian said he dreamt that you died last night."
Hai Shan took a bite of bread, his cheeks bulging, and said indistinctly:
"oh."
"That's normal."
Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing were both stunned at the same time:
"what?"
Hai Shan swallowed the bread, picked up the glass of milk on the table, and took a sip:
"I'm used to having to come here every time."
"what?"
Seeing the two bewildered faces, Hai Shan suddenly realized:
"Forgot, you still don't know about the war of cause and effect."
Hai Shan picked up the milk and slowly took a sip:
"Every now and then, when the law of causality loosens."
The Corpse Immortal of Myriad Industries will attempt to be born in the present from the distant future.
But his coming comes with conditions.
He held up one finger:
"Aside from the loosening of the law of cause and effect, it is to make many people aware of his arrival."
Duan Xinglian's voice trembled slightly:
"So what I dreamed about last night was..."
Hai Shan picked up another slice of bacon, took a bite, and oil smeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It is the dream that the mad god made you have in order to descend."
Zhou Liuqing pressed further, "Then why is it related to the senior's demise?"
At this point, Hai Shan's face turned ashen, as if he had dog poop on his feet.
"The source of your dream is the karma passed down from the lackeys of Wanye more than a hundred years ago."
His tone carried an impatience.
"The reason this cause and effect has been passed down is not only to let people know about the coming of all things."
It's also related to the supernatural powers of that obsessed god.
Saturday Sunny: "The supernatural powers of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries?"
Hai Shan nodded, his expression unusually serious:
"That guy's supernatural ability, simply put, is to present the effect before the cause."
He can get the results first, and then pay the fees.
The two were horrified:
"What?"
Hai Shan swallowed the bacon and sighed.
"So that's why he had that dream."
He wanted me badly injured, and then he would descend upon me, or something like that.
Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Although I had long heard of the great name of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries.
But to everyone's surprise, this legendary Nirvana Corpse King was actually so terrifying.
Effect before cause?
What terrifying supernatural power this is?
Duan Xinglian's voice trembled: "Then, Senior, are you doomed to die?"
"How is that possible?"
Hai Shan glanced at him with a rather strange expression.
"Even if he really does descend, he can survive by withstanding one punishment."
Besides, this was merely the dream of that deluded god.
Zhou Liuqing asked blankly, "Then why would he have such a dream?"
Hai Shan's tone became matter-of-fact, as if he were stating something perfectly natural:
"Because he can't beat me."
The two of them: "Huh?"
Hai Shan pursed his lips, picked up the milk, and took another sip.
"That's all the skill Brother Wanye has."
He can't beat me in real life, but in his dreams he imagines me critically injured and on the verge of death, and then he reigns supreme.
"I don't even dare to fantasize about being dead."
The two were stunned.
Hai Shan recalled, his tone becoming languid:
"It's always been like this."
Unable to find his senior brother, he could only desperately fantasize about me and Haoguang being besieged by the Nine Realms Sect.
Ultimately, the Nine Realms Gate emerged victorious, and it successfully descended, or something like that.
Duan Xinglian asked cautiously, "And then?"
Hai Shan clapped his hands:
"Then Haoguang and I, following his dream, gave the Nine Realms Sect a few hard blows."
"In the end, the eldest brother pretended to be a Nirvana Corpse and rushed in, which led to the annihilation of the Nine Realms Sect."
Duan Xinglian fell silent.
He suddenly remembered that back then, there seemed to be two others as strong as Senior Haishan.
As he spoke, Haishan sighed helplessly:
"Now that the battle of cause and effect is approaching, and with Senior Brother and Haoguang absent, Junior Brother Wanye has started to fantasize again."
The two were unsure how to respond.
After listening to Haishan's description.
I always felt that the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries was more like someone who was forever indulging in fantasies, forever failing, and never giving up...
Lick the dog?
Hai Shan raised an eyebrow, his gaze landing on Duan Xinglian:
"By the way, you should have learned the Heavenly Talisman by now, right?"
If you still haven't learned how, I'll feed you the potatoes that Haoguang used to give you for dinner.
Duan Xinglian nodded hurriedly, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice:
"I've learned it, I've learned it."
Hai Shan smiled with satisfaction, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth: "That's good."
Before he finished speaking, an invisible wave came from outside the window.
Hai Shan raised an eyebrow:
"This feeling?"
He put down his bread, stood up, and looked out the window into the distance.
"What is calling me?"
A smile played on his lips, and a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes: "Interesting. I'll go take a look."
the other side.
Inside a high-end hotel.
A naked woman jumped off the bed, her bare feet landing on the soft carpet. She opened her arms, tilted her head back, and laughed.
"I'm back!"
Baili Yuan stood by the window, looking disgusted.
"Go away. Hurry up and get dressed. We don't have someone as shameless as you."
(Zhuo Zhao)
Zhuo Zhao chuckled, not caring at all, and quickly jumped off the bed, grabbed the folded clothes from the bedside table, and put them on.
As she put on her clothes, she curiously looked around.
"Is this 2,500 years after my birth?"
She buttoned the last button, her eyes sparkling.
"I wonder how much fun there will be."
Huang stood in the corner of the room and sighed, his voice low and deep:
"Zhuo Zhao".
"I have a serious reason for resurrecting you this time."
Let's be serious.
According to his memory, his past life was extremely unreliable.
Mingming was born in 475 BC, an era before Jiang Mingzi existed.
She spent most of her life slacking off.
So Ara hesitated about whether or not to ask her for help.
But now is the time to unite all forces.
Baili Yuan bluntly retorted:
"You've used up all the time off we've saved up over four lifetimes, can't you be a little more reliable?"
Zhuo Zhao waved his hand impatiently:
"Okay, okay. You just want to boss me around."
She fastened her belt, turned around, and wore a "I've got this covered" expression on her face.
"Don't worry, I'll help you deal with that Haishan thing."
I haven't played this era yet.
Seeing Zhuo Zhao cooperate, Huang breathed a sigh of relief, and the frown beneath the bronze mask relaxed.
"That's good."
"Then, as the beginning of preparations—"
Zhuo Zhao smiled, clasped his hands together, and his magical power surged around him.
"Let's have a meeting after a long time!"
【The Dharma of No Self, the Order of All Actions Under One Sun】
The next instant, Baili Yuan, Huang, and Zhuo Zhao appeared in a pure white space.
In a corner where no one was paying attention, a semi-transparent figure quietly slipped in.
It was Hai Shan's primordial spirit.
He looked around the space with considerable surprise.
Hai Shan seemed lost in thought.
This feeling?
It seems to be a direct summoning of someone related to the Nine Realms Gate?
Fortunately, he was indeed a member of the Nine Realms Sect.
When the Nine Realms Sect was destroyed, he fought to the very last moment.
While he was thinking, Hai Shan's gaze fell on Zhuo Zhao, who was at the front.
Zhuo Zhao did not notice anything unusual.
With her hands behind her back and her chin slightly raised, she exuded an air of authority.
Zhuo Zhao stood in the center of the white space, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction:
"I've just woken up. To avoid being targeted by the law of causality, let's have just the three of us at this meeting."
Baili Yuan and Huang nodded.
Hai Shan nodded secretly.
Zhuo Zhao cleared his throat: "I've seen Huang's memories."
"I am also aware of your current predicament."
"However, in my opinion..."
"Our top priority is to quickly figure out what's truly most important!"
Baili Yuan's eyes lit up.
As the saying goes, vision determines one's level of achievement, and one's overall perspective determines one's outcome.
Zhuo Zhao, with his rich experience, opened his mouth.
They simply left the arrogant and reckless Lao Huang to who-knows-where.
At least Zhuo Zhao should know how to play Minesweeper.
Zhuo Zhao raised one finger, his tone resolute:
"But in my opinion, the most important thing is not that damned myriad-path weaving machine."
It is not the impending battle of cause and effect.
Instead—
She paused, then said, slowly and deliberately, "Haishan himself!"
Huang frowned, his voice from beneath the bronze mask filled with confusion:
"What does this mean?"
Zhuo Zhao stretched out one hand, palm open, as if supporting something:
"If people are saved but land is lost, both people and land will be saved."
If you save the land but lose the people, you lose both the land and the people.
Her gaze swept over Baili Yuan and Huang, her voice steady:
"You can't kill Haishan, even if you manage to seize the weaving machine."
Even if the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries were to descend to earth, what use would that be?
This is just the tip of the iceberg of what you've seen of him.
He could deal with these things with ease.
The two exchanged a glance and nodded silently.
Especially Baili Yuan.
Zhuo Zhao continued:
"Therefore, our focus should be on killing Haishan!"
Everything else is just a means to an end.
Huang was silent for a moment, then nodded:
"So what do you plan to do?"
Zhuo Zhao flicked his sleeve with a rather imposing air, his long hair flowing behind him:
"This is simple!"
"Isn't Haishan able to use Jiang Mingzi's Chang Shimingzi?"
That must mean they share the same weakness as Jiang Mingzi.
Baili Yuan seemed to be deep in thought: "You mean—too powerful?"
This is a laughable theory devised by one of their past lives.
But if you insist on saying so, this seemingly laughable theory seems to be the only weakness of the two Toki no Akiko holders.
if not?
Should we go straight to Jiang Mingzi and Hai Shan and fight them head-on?
If I could beat them, why would I be sitting here?
"That's right!"
Zhuo Zhao nodded, a confident smile playing on his lips:
"First, after we go out, we use [Major Injury, Great Turnaround]."
I remember it was 1906 when Pan Nanjun sent out the Fa Shi to besiege Penglai.
Then Pan Nanjun was instructed to take action against Haishan at that time.
"We must use Tokiaki to save Haishan."
She spoke faster and faster, her voice becoming increasingly impassioned:
"Wait until his primordial spirit leaves his body."
Baili Yuan, you are responsible for summoning the foolish god Wanye to descend to earth.
Huang, you should force your way into Penglai and try to destroy his Dharma body.
As for me, I'll go and steal that myriad-thread weaving machine. If I can't steal it, I'll smash it.
She clenched her fist:
"Wait until you realize something is wrong."
"Then Hai Shan will surely return in panic from the past, and will be severely punished by the law of cause and effect!"
Zhuo Zhao's gaze deepened, and his voice carried a confident air of certainty:
"Then, using the true blood of that insane god Wanye, more than fifty powerful magical corpses will emerge to join us in a final assault!"
She adopted a confident expression, crossing her arms in front of her chest:
"In this way, we will surely defeat Hai Shan decisively!"
Baili Yuan and Huang suddenly realized what was happening, exchanged a glance, and nodded at the same time.
After thinking for a moment, Huang slowly added:
"Also, remember to remind Pan Nanjun."
"It seems there was a traitor within the Nine Realms Sect during his generation."
"Otherwise, it wouldn't have been such a difficult fight back then."
Zhuo Zhao nodded in agreement.
Hai Shan nodded secretly.
Should the Nine Realms Gate be tasked with investigating the undercover agent?
This plan is indeed excellent.
I'll ask Chen to check when I get back.
We'll definitely be able to find a few.
As he pondered this, he quietly slipped away.
1906 AD.
The Gate of Nine Realms.
Chen sat at the desk in the guest room, holding a piece of paper in his hand, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.
The handwriting on the note was neat and beautiful, but the content left him completely baffled—
"What do you mean by asking me to investigate the three true spies within the Nine Realms Gate?"
Chen read the note over and over again to make sure he hadn't misread it.
He was silent for a long time.
Then, he spoke slowly, his voice filled with an incomprehensible bewilderment:
"Am I not the biggest true undercover agent among the three?"