Chapter 296: [Sisheng Peak] Just Like the Time In Is Dream

Understand?

What was there to not understand? Shi Mingjing had concealed his true identity from the very beginning. For so many years, he had always avoided talking about his own parents.

Even though he mentioned it occasionally, there were still a few mournful looks in his eyes, making it hard for people to continue questioning him.

There were loopholes in lies, and words tended to lead to mistakes. There was no way Shi Mei wouldn't understand such simple logic.

Thinking about it now, no matter how wronged or wounded Shi Mei had been since he was young, he had never shed a single tear…

"Come up, this Venerable one will bring you to the end of the Path of Martyrdom."

The carriage was made of gold and was embedded with statues of demons. Two statues were carved on the shaft of the carriage, and on the left was a bearded man. His eyes were wide open, and he held an imposing aura in his hands.

The one who carved must have some grievances because the man carved was extremely ugly and looked tiresome. On the right was a plump woman with low eyebrows and closed eyes, ugly, but still within tolerable limits.

The most uncomfortable thing was that in front of the five horses pulling the carriage, there were five things suspended with spiritual energy, limbs and a bloody head. These were fake, they were carved out of wood, but Chu Wanning had seen the fake Gouchen before at the bottom of the Jincheng Lake, so he could easily recognize that it was actually Gouchen's appearance.

"All the carriages and horses in the demonic world are the same." Taxian-Jun glanced at the tiny head. "It's been like this for thousands of years."

Inside the carriage, Taxian-Jun sat comfortably on the little bell on the Demon Horse's bridle. "You should have guessed who those two little guys on the shaft are," he said.

"… It's Fuxi and Nuwa."

"That's right." He smiled. "The Demon Lord hates the God Realm so much that he would like to see the god help him pull the carriage for the rest of his life."

"… How can Shennong be spared?"

"I've never heard of this from Hua Binan. However, according to the legends, Shennong was a gentle and magnanimous man, and he normally didn't care too much about fights and killings. He didn't have a very close relationship with Fuxi and Nuwa either. I imagine that in the past, that old schemer didn't participate in the Fiendgod battle very much."

Chu Wanning did not say anything else and turned to look at the red Path of Martyrdom outside the window.

The demonic horse was extremely fast, and after the time it took to make a cup of tea, it had already brought them to the end of this long, bloody bridge.

After he got off the carriage, he saw the edge of the bridge made of bones. In front of him was a boundless sea of clouds, and the Devil Realm Gate was several hundred times larger than it had been when he was at the Sisheng Peak. It was so huge that it seemed to connect the heavens and the earth above as it descended upon the earth, splashing the Infernal Realm in the rain and the night. When a mortal stands before it, it is like a mayfly to a giant tree, or a millet to the sea.

Chu Wanning looked at the colossal door that led to heaven and saw exquisite relief carvings of the five realms. The devil realm was the strongest, followed by demons, ghosts and humans, and the divine realm was the lowest. These relief sculptures were impressive, but they faintly revealed an unfathomable weirdness.

"Do you think it's strange?" Taxian-Jun walked to his side and stood by his side as he looked at the giant door. "When I first saw it, I felt that something was wrong."

"…"

"It took me less than an hour to figure out the problem."

However, he did not intend to waste any more time to make Chu Wanning stare at the door for an hour, so he said, "The carvings on the door were not made of the same material, but were forged later. It's the Immortal's Bone."

Chu Wanning suddenly turned around.

"In the prehistoric era, when the gods and devils fought, the Demon Lord skinned and skinned all the captives and immortals, turning them into floating sculptures, and embedded them into the doors to the Demon World."

The strong wind made his clothes flutter.

"From today onwards, all living beings heading towards the Demon World will see just how many gods and devils have been captured by the devils. It also means that the demons behind the gates will never interact with the gods."

After looking at the strange phenomenon for a while, Taxian-Jun said, "It's about time. Now that you know what we're going to do, do you still have so many complaints?"

"… To kill all those who went through two lifetimes, just to pave the way back home." Chu Wanning looked up, even though he knew that Taxian-Jun was just a puppet, he still could not help but say coldly, "Without any complaints, do you want me to say that you've done well?"

Taxian-Jun was about to reply when he suddenly heard a commotion behind him.

They turned around and saw Mu Yanli leading thousands of people from the back of the mountain. She did not expect the two of them to be here. She was stunned for a moment before her gaze landed on Chu Wanning.

"Why did you bring him here?" He stared at Chu Wanning, but her words were directed at Taxian-Jun, "Aren't you afraid of causing trouble?"

Taxian-Jun said coldly, "With just a glance, I know what he will do next. No need for you to worry."

"This place is an important place for the Butterfly-Boned Clan to return to. Did you know —"

He didn't want to hear her waste any more words, so he interrupted her and said, "Then amongst you trash, who can fight him to a draw?"

Mu Yanli choked.

"By my side, he is even more inescapable than if he were in a cage with ten layers of Forbidden Spells. This reputed one has the kindness to share our worries with you, why are you blabbering so much nonsense?"

"You-!"

"Why? If you are not convinced, I will immediately send him back. From now on, I will not bother to do anything about it. Try to keep an eye on him yourself. Don't let him get close to his again by accident and easily take his life."

Mu Yanli was left speechless for a while. After a long time, he changed the subject and angrily said, "… Forget it. I've got some pieces. Fill them in. In addition, A-Nan has detained some people from this world, and they are detained at the Sisheng Peak. After you've tidied up the matter in front of you, quickly go back and create some new chess pieces."

After he finished speaking, she flicked her sleeves and left. Taxian-Jun glanced at Chu Wanning, revealing his white teeth as the dimples on his face deepened.

"You're lucky to have a new batch of materials. Would you like to see how I made the bridge?"

The scene of a living person offering sacrifices to build a pontoon bridge was too horrifying. That day, after he returned, Chu Wanning had a nightmare.

In the dream, Taxian-Jun stood at the end of his Path of Martyrdom, stepping on broken bones. His heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and every piece of minced meat had grown a bright red mouth.

"I don't want to die…"

"Give me back my life… Give me back my life…"

He saw half of Xue Meng's face among the corpses. He saw Xue Zhengyong's eyes, Madam Wang's body, and the hand with a thin mole on it.

He ran towards them with all his might, shouting, "Xue Meng! A Sect Leader! F —"

His voice was cut off.

He saw that under the blood-red light, Mo Ran slowly turned his head and saw that it was still the same disciple uniform from before. His eyes were gentle and sad as he said, "Shizun, save me…"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die like this… Save me…"

Suddenly, he woke up from his stupor as he gasped for breath. His face and back were covered in cold sweat. He wanted to stand up, but his wrist had been bound by Taxian-Jun Lord's forbidden spell, leaving him unable to move.

It was quiet in the room, and he was the only one there, the sand in hourglass dripping slowly, like the tears of the dead converging into a river.

"Someone…"

In recent days, he had become slender and thin. He was sitting on the bed now, too thin, and the thick covers were almost completely over him.

Memories from his past life, memories he had missed in this life, piles of corpses, and a hopeless future.

One by one, the pieces fell on his shoulders and grind the bones to ashes.

Chu Wanning's eyes were empty. He slowly recovered from the nightmare, but reality was no better than the nightmare. His expression was broken.

"Someone…"

Liu-gong hobbled in, he looked much older than Chu Wanning remembered.

After all, this world was too far away from the world he lived in when he died in his previous life.

"Grandmaster, are you having a nightmare?"

The old servant could see through him at a glance, Chu Wanning nodded tiredly.

"I'll go heat up a pot of ginger tea for you…"

"No need." Chu Wanning raised his moist eyes and looked at him through the darkness, "Where is Mo Ran? Still on the Path of Martyrdom?"

"…"

"How many people did he kill?"

Elder Liu was silent for a long time before sighing, "Grandmaster, there's no need to ask."

The drip flowed on for a long, long time. The rain and wind outside was very bleak.

"This old servant does not know how to cultivate." However, he also knew that the day that the Gate of Life and Death was opened was the day that nothing could be turned back. "Actually, all of these Grandmaster understand as well."

After a while, he suddenly closed his eyes and gripped the red magical chain on his wrist. Ever since his attempt to assassinate him, Taxian-Jun had been on guard against him. When he had nothing to do, Taxian-Jun would personally watch over him. When he went out to pave the way for the return of the demons, Chu Wanning would be locked in the Wushan Palace.

"Grandmaster… Forget it. It's been two lifetimes, you've done enough." Elder Liu's voice was old, like an autumn leaf about to fall, "The last few days, let's look at it like everyone else."

"It's all over. There's nothing else we can do."

"Have a good life. Stop torturing yourself…"

Liu-gong then brought a bowl of ginger tea and watched Chu Wanning drink it. The old man used to be very cautious, knowing what to say and what not to say. This was also the reason why he was able to stay by Taxian-Jun's side for so long.

But on this rainy night, he looked at the extremely haggard Chu Wanning, whose face was even whiter than a porcelain cup. He looked at the rainy night outside and suddenly had a complicated feeling.

Liu-gong didn't know how to console him, so he could only stutter: "Drink some more, at least you will have to finish this bowl. It is said that nightmares are caused by the cold of the body. After drinking it, you won't have nightmares."

After a while, he mumbled in a daze, "My son used to have nightmares. Give him some to drink, and he'll sleep soundly…"

However, the mumble was too soft that Chu Wanning did not hear it.

When the old servant had served him tea, he went out slowly with a tray and wiped his eyes before he went out of the room. The old man's heart softened, but he could not do anything. Thus, his back became even more hunched.

He disappeared down the corridor.

Actually, Elder Liu was right. To stop Shi Mei, the best time was before the Gate of Life and Death was opened. If missed, it would be almost impossible to reverse the situation.

Chu Wanning sat in the empty Wushan Palace. He knew that he lost to Shi Mei in the end. In his previous life, he discovered the truth too late, and his sacrifice and scheming only delayed this calamity for about ten years.

In the end, everything returned to its original point.

He did his best, but in the end, nothing came of it.

There was more than one book that recorded that when time and space had ruptured and Heaven's punishment was about to arrive. In fact, even if it did not come, these two worlds were already in complete chaos. This was the last period of time. Many people knew this in their hearts, but the divine intent of Taxian-Jun was incomplete, so he didn't feel anxious at all. He was living a very carefree life.

When he returned that day, he brought a pot of Pear Blossom White.

He poured himself a cup of wine as he said to Chu Wanning, "The Path of Martyrdom is more or less paved."

"…"

"When I've done this for him, I'll be free." He took a sip of the pear blossom white that he hadn't tasted for a long time, then smiled. "Oh, it's the same taste."

After finishing his sentence, he looked up at Chu Wanning, "When they return to the Demonic World, do you want to stay with me in this mortal world, or do you want to cross the gates of life and death to let me follow you back to the previous world?"

Chu Wanning looked at him and asked, "Where is Shi Mei?"

"Shi…"

He was stunned for a moment, then his black brows slowly furrowed. His expression was somewhat blank and somewhat painful. He put down his wine cup and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

Chu Wanning watched his every move as he thought to himself, "Hua Binan has indeed confused his thoughts. To Taxian-Jun, the matter of 'Shi Mei' doesn't make sense anymore, so there was no way for him to ponder over it further."

In the end, Taxian-Jun felt a splitting headache. He suddenly slammed his cup down, and under the candlelight, he stared at the man in front of him with his sleepy and slightly red eyes.

"I don't know."

He opened his eyes and pulled Chu Wanning over. He was still sitting at his original spot. After a while, his forehead was pressed against Chu Wanning's waist. He was sniffing the fragrance of haitang blossoms.

"Don't ask me."

In the following days, Taxian-Jun's manner were almost exactly the same as in his previous life; it even became even more severe.

This body that should not have feelings seemed to be afraid that Chu Wanning would disappear or die again, so he used his strongest technique to trap him. During the day, Taxian-Jun would forge Zhenlong chess pieces and lay down the Path of Martyrdom. When he returned at night, he would be entangled with consort Chu endlessly. It was as if only the most intense sexual love could quell the uneasiness in his heart, as if only going deep into the warmth of Chu Wanning's body could confirm that this was not a dream.

"Wanning…"

In the dead of night, the man sleeping beside him muttered.

"Please pay attention to me…"

Even though he knew it was impossible, at this moment, he still felt that the person he was entangled with had a soul. The heartbeat under his chest was heavy and powerful, his face the same as the dead youth.

When he spoke in a hoarse voice, there was even something similar to love in his voice.