Chapter 2629

Indeed, Zhao Mantu Dazasaman lightly coughed:

"In my shop. To wake the general, my small shop is closed today."

Not receiving other customers.

He Lingchuan curiously: "How can Dazasaman wake me?"

Xu Shichu took over: "The general, on that day in the military tent, could not wake up no matter what. We tried various methods but could not wake you. Red General said, your soul and spirit were lost, so our army searched everywhere within a hundred li, but to no avail. Helpless, the Fengjun army had to send you back to Panlongcheng, asking Dazasaman to find a way."

He continued: "This matter once caused panic in the country."

The Tiger Wing General's prestige was outstanding, deeply loved by the people. At that time, the Panlong army was on eastern campaigns in the old lands of Xiluo, and the absence of the commanding general could not be hidden from people.

In the army, he was like a divine needle stabilizing the sea; suddenly something happened, and everyone panicked.

Fortunately, Panlong's opponents were too weak; at that time the situation was already settled, and this incident did not change the final result of Xiluo being swallowed by Panlong.

But later...

He Lingchuan clenched his fists.

The point is, in these five years afterward, he found it hard to describe how much he regretted missing Panlong State's development and war!

This bastard Fang Fanghu, driving him away was too hasty.

His gaze never left Zhao Mantu Dazasaman: "What is Dazasaman's diagnosis?"

"Red General's judgment is correct; you have no external injury, your qi and blood, tendons and bones are still very strong, only your soul and spirit have left the body, unknown whereabouts." Zhao Mantu Dazasaman spoke fluently, "Red General even went to find nearby nightmares to extort a confession, although she does not believe that nightmares or other evil spirits could have the ability to scheme against you."

Nightmares can deal with ordinary civilians, even some cultivators, achieving the effect of unknown to gods and ghosts. Before, when He Lingchuan assisted in the case of the elixir of immortality, someone used nightmares, wanting to take his life in dreams. But at that time, He Lingchuan was merely a commoner, his cultivation far inferior to now.

The Tiger Wing General's identity, plus his bearing of immense yuanli, which nightmare could get close to him?

Red General clearly knew it was impossible, but still tried the dead horse as a living horse remedy, showing she also had no idea.

"Then what?"

"Since it is a soul problem, the king even sent people far to the Jin Gold Plains, obtaining a precious Ming Lamp Bowl from someone else's collection."

He Lingchuan was moved, then turned to Zhong Shengguang:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

From Panlongcheng to the Jin Gold Plains, that is indeed ten thousand li apart. When He Lingchuan was ordered to fetch the Ming Lamp Bowl, the whole journey went smoothly, round trip taking a year. However, back then fetching the Ming Lamp Bowl was to wake the dragon god consciousness deep in Zhong Wuhan's sea of awareness, while Zhong Shengguang sending people this time was entirely for He Lingchuan!

The Jin Gold Plains in the Panlong world are still in chaos like a pot of porridge; He Lingchuan does not know how he obtained the clue to the Ming Lamp Bowl, thinking it must have been extremely difficult.

Zhong Shengguang truly treating him like a son would not spare cost, just for a tiny possibility.

Thinking of this, He Lingchuan cursed Fang Fanghu once again in his heart.

Zhong Shengguang patted his shoulder: "Why say these? If it were me losing my soul, you would also go ten thousand li for me, fetching the Ming Lamp Bowl again."

He Lingchuan solemnly nodded: "That is inevitable."

Dazasaman's next sentence shocked him greatly: "I used the Ming Lamp Bowl to index, and discovered your soul and spirit are indeed not in this world."

"..." Precise, too precise!

He was kicked back to reality by Fang Fanghu, his soul and spirit indeed not in the Panlong world.

This pot even left him a body in this world, really painstaking, huh.

Speaking of this, Dazasaman asked him:

"General, during your slumber, did you feel you went to another place?"

"...... Yes." He was kicked back to reality, over ten years he could not come back.

He does not know what Fang Fanghu has been doing these years, but yuanli has changed greatly. Perhaps the pot comprehended new rules, constantly upgrading?

Dazasaman pressed: "What place?"

"Um." He Lingchuan had not hesitated like this for a long time, "Seems like a world two hundred years later."

"That is a dream, an illusion!" Shi Shichu interjected, "This is the real!"

"Of course." He Lingchuan solemnly said, "After waking, I knew."

He hurriedly turned the topic back: "Since my soul and spirit are gone, how did Dazasaman wake me?"

"According to our knowledge, basically no soul-seizing technique could silently work on you, so Red General searched Miyang's memories and finally found a possibility." Dazasaman said, "Heavenly God Phantom Music."

"Phantom Music?" How had he never heard of it?

The vast majority of named and titled demons, in Cangyan, have a file.

"Heavenly God Phantom Music, although not a true god, but recently just condensed its own divine form—Phantom Dream Divine Form!" Dazasaman explained, "Just like humans, heavenly gods also dream, also have dream realms. Since it exists, there is reason; since there is reason, it may condense into divine form."

Indeed, divine form is the demon's individual understanding of the law.

Since demons also dream, from this phenomenon one may deduce the underlying pattern, the law arises accordingly.

He Lingchuan's eyes flashed: "You mean, I slept so long because Heavenly God Phantom Music played tricks?"

"Correct."

Shi Shichu continued: "Red General hunted Phantom Music, taking two and a half years, before luring it into a trap, capturing it in one fell swoop!"

He Lingchuan hearing this, could not speak.

Dreams are inherently illusory and elusive; trying to catch the fleeting phantom god, the difficulty can be imagined.

Besides Red General, He Lingchuan truly could not think of a second person who could have such ability... uh, no, perhaps this unfathomably profound Dazasaman before us could also do it?

But he seems never to have shown his hand in front of people.

Dazasaman does not know what he is muttering in his heart, merely continuing to explain: "The Phantom God entrusted Bei Jia has long hated you to the bone; at that time you were unmatched in fame, and with Red General separately leading troops into Xiluo, so the demon assigned Phantom Music to lure away your soul and spirit, sending it to the so-called 'Phantom Dream Realm'."

He Lingchuan wondered: "Why didn't it kill me in the dream?"

One major ability of nightmares is killing in dreams. Once the soul dies, the real body becomes a vegetable, also not lasting long.

"It surely wanted, perhaps also tried, but just failed." Dazasaman smiled, "In your dream, were you not always busy, and continuously encountering danger, or often meeting powerful enemies?"

"This... yes!" He Lingchuan thought, over these past ten years he had never been idle; although he became the Nine Five Supreme, he often still went out to fight monsters. Not mentioning other things, the battle of Yujing City was strange and perilous, the Lingyun Palace seizing the championship was arduous, he also separately fought the true god Jia Lou Tian and the true immortal Xuan Du, indeed twists and turns, repeatedly encountering strong enemies.

One careless mistake, and a person is gone.

(End of Chapter)