novel against the - chapter 2033

chapter 2033

The matter of Dream Jianzhou killing Dream Yuan is indeed true. Before today, Yun Che had never heard of the name “Dream Yuan.” In fact, the name “Dream Yuan” is well-known in the Abyss because it was the name of the former Dream Weaver supreme-ruler For Dream Jianzhou to shout the words “I killed Dream Yuan” under Yun Che’s relentless pressure is indeed a significant handle. And the fact that Yun Che does not recognize the name “Dream Yuan” is a notable flaw in the eyes of someone cunning enough.

Although “Dream Yuan” is not the legitimate son, he was born to the most favored concubine of the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler and was newly accepted by the supreme-ruler At that time, all the other five Divine Nations had awakened enough supreme-rulerchildren and supreme-rulerdaughters with sufficient supreme attributes. However, the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Nation was lacking, causing great concern to the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Among all the descendants of Dream Weaver supreme-ruler at that time, Dream Jianzhou was one of the only two legitimate sons, and he had awakened six supreme attributes. While he did not meet the condition of having eight supreme attributes to become a supreme-ruler Heir, he was still considered outstanding. His high talent in profound arts also earned him the favor of the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler

Divine attributes are not solely determined by innate factors. Although postnatal awakening of supreme attributes is extremely rare, it is not impossible. Everyone, including Dream Jianzhou himself, was hoping for this miracle to happen, allowing him to awaken to eight supreme attributes postnatally and become the contemporary supreme-ruler Heir of the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Nation. However, Dream Yuan was born and awakened to eight supreme attributes from birth.

Dream Weaver supreme-ruler released all the pent-up frustration overnight, and his brilliance shone brightly. It was said that the laughter echoed in the skies over the entire Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Nation for three days and three nights. All the attention, praises, and expectations of the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Nation were now focused on Dream Yuan.

As for Dream Jianzhou, his position undoubtedly plummeted. Some people, when at their lowest point, would redouble their efforts. Even if they were destined to be surpassed, they would make themselves stronger to reach as high as they could. However, some people would become agitated, and even with the fate of the nation’s future resting on their shoulders, they would become resentful and vindictive. Dream Jianzhou was undoubtedly the latter, even though he bore the future of the nation, even though the risk was enormous, and exposure would lead to irreversible calamity.

When Dream Yuan was ten years old, Dream Weaver supreme-ruler couldn’t wait and officially declared him as the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Heir.

Starting from that day, the name “Dream Yuan” became known to everyone in the Abyss. Dream Jianzhou’s jealousy and hatred toward him reached their peak. As the legitimate son of the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler and the closest elder brother to Dream Yuan, he understood Dream Yuan’s weaknesses and vulnerabilities better than anyone. He harbored a poisonous heart and patiently waited for the right moment.

Finally, on the 300th day of Dream Yuan becoming the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Heir, at the age of less than eleven, Dream Jianzhou found the opportunity he had been waiting for. With the protection of a secret-dimensional supreme-rulerstone and the soul-cloaking of Dream Jingzhe, he personally killed Dream Yuan. He even completely destroyed his body and used a Yuan Dust released by the Yuan Core to erase the last traces.

The youngest and shortest-lived supreme-ruler Heir in the history of the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Nation had fallen, leaving no trace of flesh and blood, making it impossible to trace. During that time, the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler was infuriated to the point of madness. He was even willing to break the taboos of the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Nation and use the “power of dream-weaving” on his own relatives, including his descendants.

However, he was ultimately stopped by his people, who were willing to give their lives to prevent the use of the “power of dream-weaving” on their own kindred. This was an ancestral tradition and taboo that could not be violated. Nevertheless, this became Dream Jianzhou’s audacious reliance.

With Dream Yuan’s death, Dream Jianzhou’s fear far outweighed his excitement when faced with the enraged and nearly uncontrollable Dream Weaver supreme-ruler He temporarily felt fortunate because, due to “alive but unseen, dead but uncorpsed,” everyone, especially the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler, held onto a glimmer of hope that Dream Yuan might still be alive and spared no effort to trace his whereabouts.

Dream Yuan, of course, could not be found, and the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler’s attention soon shifted. Because they were both legitimate sons, Dream Jianxi, who had been quietly contending all along, awakened three supreme attributes postnatally, achieving a nine-point supreme attribute condition, surpassing Dream Yuan.

From heaven to hell, and back to heaven, the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler experienced such great ups and downs in just over a decade, and it’s easy to imagine the level of attention, care, and protection he showered on Dream Jianxi. Learning from Dream Yuan’s example, the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler was willing to split his most important supreme soul and leave a portion of his soul between Dream Jianxi’s souls. As a gesture of equality, he also symbolically imprinted the souls of some of the more important descendants, including Dream Jianzhou, who was naturally among them.

With a leap, Dream Jianxi, who became the Dream Weaver supreme-ruler Heir, instantly revealed his true capabilities. The Dream Jianxi that Dream Jianzhou saw was like a completely different person compared to the one he knew. This younger brother he once looked down on through his nostrils was far more cunning and sinister, a thousand times more so. Gradually, all of his ambitions were ground into fear, and he no longer dared to have any intention of competing with him. Under self-abandonment, he no longer had any ambitions, only the accumulating gloom and never daring to show even a hint of resentment in front of Dream Jianxi.

Dream Jianxi’s cultivation and status were advancing day by day, while Dream Jianzhou made no progress, gradually becoming a complete fool.

“Probably something like this,” Yun Che recounted to Li Shuo, entirely uninterested in the discord between Dream Jianzhou, Dream Yuan, and Dream Jianxi.

What concerned him most was the “power of dream-weaving” of the Dream Clan. It formed the foundation of a great Divine Nation and was the most potent soul power in the Abyss.

“Li Shuo, do you have any impression of this ‘power of dream-weaving’?” he asked tentatively.

“None,” Li Shuo replied softly. “The ancient supreme powers have transcended time and space, and they may no longer go by their former names.”

“Indeed,” Yun Che nodded slightly and refrained from further speculation and questioning.

“When you were recounting, your mood was calm,” Li Shuo said slowly. “What was the reason for the agitation in your soul earlier?”

“Because I saw a person in Dream Jianzhou’s recent memories,” Yun Che replied with a sinking expression, slowly pronouncing the name, “Hua Caili!”

To be precise, it wasn’t a genuine “seeing.” It was more of a remote perception of Hua Caili’s aura by Dream Jingzhe, which made him urgently transmit this information to Dream Jianzhou, causing him to quickly retreat. This occurred just four days ago, meaning that Hua Caili had been in the Mist Sea at least four days ago.

Dream Jianzhou’s left arm was severed by Hua Qingying and could not be reconstituted. Therefore, Dream Jianzhou, with only one arm,

Undoubtedly, he placed great importance on “Hua Qingying” and the thought of “Hua Caili” that triggered it. Among the memories Yun Che obtained, there were many of Dream Jianzhou’s knowledge about the two of them. Hua Caili was indeed the Divine Maiden of the Zhetian Divine Nation. And the one who secretly guarded her was none other than Hua Qingying, the number one figure beneath the Abyss True supreme-ruler!

Being the guardian of a Divine Nation’s Divine Maiden meant immense strength, but Hua Qingying’s reputation still astonished Yun Che. “Sword Immortal,” the number one figure beneath the Abyss True supreme-ruler, a master of the Heartless Sword… just a few words were enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

No wonder even someone as strong as Dream Jingzhe was so terrified and distressed when he dragged Dream Jianzhou away in the Lin Yuan Realm that day.

“Hua Caili?” Li Shuo had a faint impression of this name and gradually recalled the brief encounter they had six months ago in the Lin Yuan Realm, the Divine Maiden of the Zhetian Divine Nation as Yun Che had surmised. “Your agitation came from her?” Li Shuo asked.

“Yes,” Yun Che nodded with a furrowed brow and shifted his gaze to the deeper layers of the Mist Sea. “She is in the Mist Sea right now.”

Li Shuo was puzzled. “You barely have any acquaintance with her, so why are you so agitated?”

“Because,” Yun Che explained with a sigh, “she is the best shortcut I can think of.”

“A shortcut?” Li Shuo was clearly even more puzzled.

Yun Che continued, “In front of me lies the Abyss that must be overturned, and the time left for me is less than fifty years. The Abyss Emperor took millions of years to achieve this Abyss world, but I must overturn it in less than fifty years. So, I’m not choosing a shortcut; I have to choose a shortcut at any cost.”

“What is the shortcut you’re talking about?” Li Shuo understood Yun Che’s predicament and the clarity of his words but couldn’t grasp the meaning of the shortcut he was referring to.

“You will understand,” Yun Che said after pondering for a while. Li Shuo didn’t press further, and Yun Che stood there quietly, not speaking or moving, as if he had suddenly plunged into deep thought.

“What are you thinking?” Li Shuo asked again.

Yun Che maintained his thoughtful posture and pondered, “I’m thinking about how to create curiosity.”

“Curiosity?” Yun Che’s responses today left her increasingly puzzled.

“Curiosity is the most important beginning,” Yun Che explained rather casually, “whether it’s for a man or a woman, and that might even include a creation supreme-ruler.”

Li Shuo seemed to understand Yun Che’s intention somewhat but didn’t want to engage with his seemingly unnecessary final statement.

“Little Li Shuo,” Yun Che appeared to ask but was more like talking to himself, “how do you think a woman, born into nobility, raised with the utmost protection, accustomed to the desires of others, and used to the finest men in the Abyss, can develop a lasting curiosity about a man?”

“This shouldn’t be your strong suit, should it?” Li Shuo responded suddenly, leaving Yun Che somewhat caught off guard.

In his memory, Li Shuo “awakened” after he entered the Abyss. In reality, before she actively appeared, she had been with him for several years, just like He Ling. During that time, she observed his every move without any omissions.

Yun Che extended his finger, and the Yuan Dust around him slowly gathered in front of him to form the words “Zhetian.” His finger moved again, and another name appeared to the right, “Senluo,” the name of the strongest Divine Nation among the six Divine Nations.

This was also a habit of the Demon Queen. Manifesting something in front of her eyes often made it clearer than considering it in her soul.

His other hand reached out, and between “Zhetian” and “Senluo,” he drew a fine thread of Yuan Dust. However, he drew it very slowly, and it seemed fragile, as if a gust of unexpected wind could disperse it.

Yun Che’s brow gradually furrowed, and without realizing it, he passed a considerable amount of time in silence. Then, at the moment his finger was about to fall, his eyes suddenly widened.

He flicked his fingertip, and another name formed in its place, spanning between “Zhetian” and “Senluo.” “Weaver!”

“Dream… Yuan,” he softly uttered the name that had never truly occupied his mind before, and his pupils suddenly emitted an endless abyssal darkness.

Weaver was indeed a good name.

So, I’ll weave a wonderful dream for you all!

Hum!

As his fingers brushed over the names “Zhetian,” “Senluo,” and “Weaver,” they instantly dissipated, returning to the Yuan Dust.