Chapter 12 The Nightmare

Bochi, who had disguised herself as Wang Qi, frowned as she paid attention to this peculiar dreamscape.

Most dreamscapes were quite complete.

But this one was strangely fragmented. It seemed to be an ancient, primitive settlement, yet in the distance, she could see the silhouettes of modern steel jungles. It was both ancient and trendy, with large sections of emptiness, as if they couldn't appear in the dream for some reason.

This made Bochi vigilant.

She watched the potter, who seemed the most real in the dream. This should be the master of the dream.

Also, the person on whom her imprint was branded.

But strangely, she didn't recognize this person.

Were humans using this person as bait to lure her? She quickly dismissed the possibility. The Tianshi Mansion didn't seem like the kind of people who would do such a thing. After all, they were disciples descended from Zhang Daoling. She planned to capture the master of this dream directly and interrogate them within the dream.

But just as she was about to make a move, the pottery-making man raised his head slightly and said softly:

"You've finally come."

Bochi wasn't surprised. She had prepared herself for the other party to be ready when she entered the dream. This was targeted at her mentality. But she immediately realized that the potter wasn't talking to her, but to another tall and handsome man.

Bochi subconsciously looked over, and then her expression changed drastically.

That young man had a terrifying aura, dignified and righteous, that made her feel fear from the depths of her soul. Bochi subconsciously took a step back, feeling a faint chill. She turned her head and saw an extremely beautiful woman on the other side, with black hair hanging down and a line-woven ornament inlaid with a colorful stone on her forehead.

Suddenly, the entire dream became real.

People in simple, even crude, clothing came and went.

They communicated in an ancient language that Bochi couldn't even recognize, walking back and forth with the confidence and composure unique to the age when humans and gods coexisted, as if they had suddenly arrived in the primitive age of humans and gods. It was rough and magnificent, incredibly real, and Bochi stood among them like an outsider.

Even Bochi was momentarily lost in thought.

At this moment, the pottery craftsman let go of his hand.

The pottery in his hand transformed into a sword, and then instantly slashed towards Bochi.

………………

Wei Yuan discovered something was wrong when he entered the dream.

Guan Guan's feathers allowed him to stay awake in the dream.

Then he realized that his dream was incomplete and unreal.

According to black cat-like beings, experiences would become the source of dreams, so the dreams of ancient powerhouses were extremely dangerous, because in those dreams, there would be all kinds of powerful existences, and all kinds of dangerous secret realms. But Wei Yuan discovered that in his dream, those existences he had once seen couldn't appear.

Neither the graceful and luxurious Queen Mother of the West.

Nor the leaders of the myriad nations gathered in Tushan.

Nor the Shan Hai exotic beasts he had seen passing by in the sky from afar.

He had seen all of these, but they couldn't appear in his dream.

Or rather, they appeared, but they were just false creations.

Wei Yuan guessed the reason after a little thought. Past experiences would only become dreams if they couldn't be let go. The focus wasn't the past, but the experience. He had only seen or heard of those powerful Shan Hai exotic beasts from afar, but he had never recognized them, never contacted them, never fought with them.

His understanding of those Shan Hai exotic beasts was almost nonexistent.

Because he had come into contact with the table and the earth in reality, the dream would have a real texture.

And in the distant past, as the craftsman Yuan, he had only glimpsed those powerhouses from afar, never felt their existence, never fought with them, so naturally, it was impossible for them to have enough power in the dream.

And relying on the control of dreams to artificially strengthen the creations in the dream would be of no use to a great demon of dreams like Bochi.

As for the Queen Mother of the West…

Not even a phantom of the Queen Mother of the West could appear in Wei Yuan's dream.

Only a blank space.

At that moment, Wei Yuan had the urge to crush Guan Guan's feathers and forcibly break free from the dream. Then he discovered that Bochi was extremely cautious. An idea appeared in his mind. He hadn't really come into contact with the powerful existences of that era.

So he pretended to still be lost in the dream, and then Yu and Nu Jiao, the only ones he knew relatively well among the many powerhouses, appeared in the dream.

Bochi's vigilance was successfully placed on these two dream figures.

Then,

The Eight-Sided Han Sword that actually existed appeared in Wei Yuan's palm.

He suddenly slashed horizontally.

……………………

Clang!!!

A crisp sound exploded.

Wei Yuan's face was still covered with a dreamlike phantom, still in the appearance of the craftsman Yuan.

Bochi had already broken free and retreated, and a shield had also appeared in her hand.

The shield blocked the sword.

Bochi was a great demon in the dream, and had an extremely high status in the Qin and Han dynasties. Correspondingly, she had the same creativity in the dream as the master of the dream. She wouldn't be easily expelled from the dream. Wei Yuan's expression didn't change, and the sword in his palm slashed towards Bochi. Bochi, whose appearance was also concealed, easily blocked Wei Yuan's moves.

Nu Jiao and Yu, who didn't have real strength and were just shadows, attacked Bochi.

Even in the dream, Bochi still felt an instinctive fear and oppression in her heart, and had to retreat to avoid the moves. Then, she barely defended against Wei Yuan's sword strike. The shield trembled, making a huge sound. But Wei Yuan quickly discovered that Bochi was gradually adapting to the suppression of the dream's illusion.

Wei Yuan's expression remained calm.

Suddenly, as Bochi attacked Wei Yuan, accompanied by a low roar, an extremely ferocious giant turtle appeared behind Wei Yuan, with the head of a carnivorous bird, and a poisonous snake's tail whipping through the air, making a snapping sound. It opened its mouth and attacked Bochi.

"Xuan Gui?!"

Bochi was horrified and retreated instinctively. A long sword appeared in her hand and pierced into the giant turtle.

It was just an illusion.

Wei Yuan took the opportunity to slash down swiftly with the sword in his hand.

This sword had already gained spirituality. It had protected him several times when Bochi entered his dream before. After slaying demons in the dream, there was still blood on the sword after he woke up. Bochi dodged, slightly angry. Just as she was about to attack again, she suddenly heard a shrill laughter.

A strange bird as big as a three-story building appeared behind Wei Yuan.

With three heads and six tails, each ferocious bird head laughed wildly, and it stretched out its sharp claws and pounced.

Bochi had to retreat to avoid it.

This was Qiyi Tu, an ancient ferocious beast.

But, it should have been extinct long ago.

How could it appear in this dream?

That ancient dream just now… Could it be… impossible!

Bochi's heart became more and more absurd, and as one ancient and terrifying demon beast after another, even those born in the Qin and Han dynasties, transformed, the absurdity became more and more real and turbulent.

These exotic beasts seemed to have emerged from distant history. Even if they were just phantoms without power, their expressions and movements were incredibly real, as if someone had seen them with their own eyes.

And with the appearance of one Shan Hai giant beast after another, she could never get close to the potter.

The other party strolled leisurely, but she was always one step away.

Bochi took a deep breath, used the psychological knowledge of modern humans, and combined her supernatural powers to forcibly suppress her increasingly turbulent heart, maintaining her due calmness. However, the attacks she launched were somewhat impatient, and she even began to ignore those ancient exotic beasts that brought her tremendous psychological pressure.

The first one she ignored was a Gu Diao. The huge monster cried like an infant.

Then it rushed towards her.

Bochi felt her body stiffen instinctively. Of course, this was just a phantom, so she was fine.

The second one she ignored was a Qiong Qi.

The fear in Bochi's heart dissipated a lot.

Similarly, the ferocious Qiong Qi was just a phantom.

She gradually became able to resist the influence of the various exotic beasts, and was able to force the strange potter. When her sword pressed against the other party, she even breathed a sigh of relief without knowing why. Then, she heard a low roar.

Another beast appeared behind the other party.

It was a white horse, but it had a black tail, tiger-like claws, a mouth full of fangs, and a ferocious dragon horn on its head.

Bo, an exotic beast that fed on tigers and leopards.

Also a phantom, no need to care.

Bochi thought, and the sword path in her hand changed, stabbing forward, intending to detain the other party's dream spirit.

But then a sharp pain appeared in her heart.

An astonished look appeared on Bochi's face. The Bo beast, which should have been a phantom without power, neighed and passed the potter. The sharp dragon horn instantly pierced through Bochi's body, and blood flowed out. Bochi was a great demon in the dream, and this was just a wisp of her dream body, so it dissipated like green smoke, and then reassembled.

But she still looked forward in disbelief.

The sense of absurdity and fear that had been constantly suppressed in her heart burst out in an instant, and in a more violent way. Bochi couldn't help but shout in the dream:

"A real Bo?!"

"How could you have seen a real Bo?! Impossible!"

"After King Yu finished writing the Classic of Mountains and Seas, he banished all the fierce beasts and exotic beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas from the Divine Continent. Even the countries of those ferocious races were exiled. There can't be a Bo beast in the human world, unless you were there befo…"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Wei Yuan's expression paused slightly, and he said in astonishment, "King Yu used the Classic of Mountains and Seas to drive out the exotic beasts?"

Bochi didn't speak, but stared at the potter in front of her, watching the natural changes in his expression.

She didn't answer, but this silence undoubtedly represented something.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes and suppressed the shock.

No wonder… Qingqiu Country was outside the human world, no wonder the exotic beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas didn't appear. So that was it.

He suddenly thought of the distant past, something that was almost subconsciously forgotten in Wei Yuan's memory. Yu looked at the distance and said to him, Yuan, the Yellow Emperor of Xuanyuan established the central land of the Divine Continent, and Emperor Zhuanxu cut off the ladder to heaven between humans and gods. Although they controlled the flood, they left behind so many man-eating exotic beasts. What will future generations think of them…

Yuan thought at the time that Yu was going to write the Classic of Mountains and Seas to warn future generations.

It turned out that Yu made the Classic of Mountains and Seas in order to completely drive the exotic beasts that threatened the human race out of the Divine Continent…

So that the nine provinces of the world could all be under the rule of humans.

And in the next generation, people united together and became a nation.

Casting the Nine Cauldrons, humans and gods lived separately.

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Wei Yuan pursed his lips. It was as if time was quickly going backward at this moment. He saw the young man looking at the distant land with bright eyes like flames. He saw his worries. That era was turbulent, but the first person to stir up the tides of the era among all living beings was the man named Yu. He did more than what was in the legends.

The young potter stayed in a daze for a long time, then suddenly smiled. He murmured softly:

"That's indeed something he would do…"

Bochi's head buzzed.

She saw that the Bo beast, which was fierce in character and fed on tigers and leopards in the years of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, lowered its head in front of the potter as if in submission. And when the potter heard about King Yu and the Classic of Mountains and Seas, a special expression appeared on his face.

It was an expression mixed with sadness, nostalgia, and regret.

It was as if he had suddenly heard familiar news and familiar people after a long time. Although you were no longer there, although the past era had been submerged in time, I saw the world you changed. I raised my glass alone to the distant sky, amazed and sang for it, and still drank to it.

She was Bochi, a great demon who understood human nature and dreams, and possessed the psychology of modern humans.

She knew that this expression represented absolute truth at this moment.

Bo was an exotic beast from the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The purebred Bo had disappeared from the human world of the Divine Continent. If she wanted to have seen its power, she would have had to fight the Bo beast before King Yu made his move.

For the first time, Bochi felt a chill in the dream.

Whose dream is this?!

The potter held the sword upside down.

The surrounding environment underwent tremendous changes. Vast currents of water washed over the ground, and there were faint sounds of violent wind and thunder. Then, a giant ape suddenly stood up in the water, standing behind the potter, raising its head and roaring, causing the world to explode with huge thunder, and causing deep whirlpools to appear in the ancient Huai River, which was as wide as an ocean.

Bochi's face turned pale, and she finally howled and revealed her true form. She began to frantically absorb the foundation of the dream.

Bochi's Dream Eating was an inherent supernatural power of their clan.

Absorbing the foundation of the dream, making the concept of dream unable to continue.

This was the first time since her birth that she had been extremely eager and actively hoped that the dreamer would wake up soon.

This dream was simply…

The most terrible and terrifying nightmare she had seen in her two thousand years.

Damn it, what kind of monster is the master of this dream!

At this moment, the dream that should have been absorbed and disappeared suddenly became more real. Bochi raised her head in astonishment, looked at the calm potter, and finally saw an extremely clear fear in her eyes. This dream couldn't be actively absorbed, and the Huai River, which was much more turbulent than modern times, crashed down, and Bochi's wisp of divine soul was directly shattered.

Finally, it turned into a phantom remnant soul, with dull eyes.

Wei Yuan couldn't help but come back to his senses from the trace of sadness after hearing the story of King Yu earlier. He smacked his tongue a little. This Wu Zhiqi was a bit scary. Bochi, who was widely worshiped in the Qin and Han dynasties for her Dream Eating great supernatural power, couldn't even eat a dream with him? How heavy would it have to be to make such a great demon choke?

This has almost exceeded the scope of a dream, right?

Wei Yuan couldn't help but chuckle and prepared to wake up, but when he grabbed the feathers in his hand, he found that this dream didn't seem to wake up.

The sound of the water was still rushing like thunder in his ears.

His movements stiffened, and he slowly raised his head.

The wind and thunder were raging, with golden eyes and snowy teeth, the huge ape with a white face and a green body crossed the turbulent Huai River water system, and at the same time lowered its head. A pair of golden eyes suddenly had their own brilliance, and they stared at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan: "…"

Wu Zhiqi seems to be the water god.

And this guy is not dead.

"Damn!"