Chapter 2633

Yeah, even with the Black Dragon God Sovereign's power attached to Zhong Wugan's sea of consciousness, it fell into an unconscious slumber under the influence of the mystery of the womb—only an oil lamp could awaken it—though this was also done intentionally by Himself.

Some laws are so powerful that even beings closest to the Dao must obey them.

"How else would you describe the descent of the Heavenly Demon?" He Lingchuan pressed, "When their souls descend, isn't that equivalent to seizing a mortal body?"

"If the Heavenly Demon's descent were easy, what have they been fussing over for the past few thousand years?"

He Lingchuan immediately said: "Body and soul do not match, power does not match."

"Isn't that also a restriction of the laws?" the Great Shaman said, "Laws are boundless, appearances vary, but they are all restrictions. Some hinder us, some hinder the Heavenly Demons. For the Heavenly Demons to succeed in descent, they must likewise find ways to break through these legal restrictions."

"But I've also heard another theory." He Lingchuan refused to give up, "What is emptiness, what is substance? Essentially, they are defined by their reference objects. When the reference object changes, emptiness and substance change. Thus, when the false is made to seem true, the true also becomes false; when the true is made to seem false, the false becomes true."

This is the saying of the Thousand Illusions True Person.

As the strongest mirage demon in the world, it has unique insights into the principles of emptiness and substance, truth and illusion, and believes these two can be mutually transformed.

"That also makes sense." Zhao Man all smiled, "Alright, then let's follow your reasoning downward. If there is a reference object between emptiness and substance, then that reference object is the boundary, the barrier of the laws. To return from emptiness to substance means to 'break the limit,' that is—"

He Lingchuan blurted out: "Break this boundary?"

"Exactly."

He Lingchuan sank in his heart and further asked: "If I view my nightmare, where is the boundary for the Great Great Great Fanghu to return from emptiness to substance?"

Zhao Man all countered: "Don't you already know this in your heart?"

"The Panlong Secret Realm?" He Lingchuan pondered, "Must we truly break the Panlong Secret Realm to achieve this?"

That is the Panlong Secret Realm he painstakingly created!

Is it because of this reason that the chaos representing the Great Great Great Fanghu's laws frequently strikes the Panlong Secret Realm?

Because the Panlong Secret Realm blocks its path—

The path to reality.

He Lingchuan recalled, the Great Great Great Fanghu had already consumed the body of the Yin Shenjun three years ago—that title as the world's only rare singular treasure is not an exaggeration, and perhaps it helped the Great Great Great Fanghu perfect its deduction ahead of time.

After all, the rare treasures it has consumed over the years are truly too many, even True Immortals and Great Heavenly Gods have eaten several of them.

Have the conditions for the Great Great Great Fanghu to return from emptiness to substance already matured?

"Without breaking, there is no establishment." Zhao Man all gazed at him, "Old laws are shattered, new laws will follow."

He Lingchuan's eyes twitched slightly: "But, what about the cost?"

Zhao Man all smiled, word by word:

"Whatever is done, there must be a cost. This point, I suspect the Tiger Wing General understands deeply."

Every action has cause and effect.

Every choice has a cost.

"Yeah." He Lingchuan sighed, then shifted the topic, "If my nightmare had not come true, Panlongcheng had not lost, but instead endured under the pressure of Bekka, surviving—"

What He Lingchuan truly wanted to ask was, if Panlongcheng had not fallen in the final battle, how would it have fared afterward, and how would this world have been?

"That would be truly remarkable." The Great Shaman curled the corner of his mouth into a smile, "All along, what has Panlongcheng most wanted?"

He was asking what Panlongcheng wanted, not what Zhong Shengguang wanted.

He Lingchuan thought for a moment: "Survival, and development."

He is also a member of Panlongcheng, no one understands its longing better than him.

Zhao Man all then asked: "Then, Tiger Wing General, what do you want?"

"Me?" He Lingchuan pursed his lips, spoke clearly and roundly, "I hope this world can reclaim the vitality seized by the Heavenly Demons, so that all things flourish in competition! I also hope that, after treading the path of blood and fire, I myself still have the chance to lay down the butcher's knife and enjoy an age of peace and prosperity."

The Great Shaman was somewhat surprised: "I still thought you would be like the King, intent on expelling the Heavenly Demons."

He Lingchuan let out a breath: "Besides the Heavenly Demons, who else exploits the beings of this world?"

"That's also true, very few are as perceptive as the Tiger Wing General." The Great Shaman gazed at the mirage in the sky, Xu Xu said: "When we reach that time, I think, perhaps Panlongcheng will then achieve its wish. You too will have your wish fulfilled."

"Good." He Lingchuan took a deep breath, "Worth a try."

As expected, his second trial has already begun.

At this moment, the sound of creaking stairs came from below, the shopkeeper of this establishment poked his head out:

"Great Shaman?"

"What's wrong?"

"Earlier, a customer went to your shop for divination, you weren't open, then he heard you were here, so..."

"Alright, I'll come down now." The Great Shaman was also amiable, quickly descending the attic.

The one coming for divination was a middle-aged man, dressed as a merchant, with heavy eye bags.

"Great Shaman, my son went to Yuheng City six months ago on business and has not returned. Two months ago he still sent a letter, then there was complete silence." The merchant's eye sockets were sunken, he looked as if he had never slept well, "Please help me calculate, is he, is he still alive?"

"Alright." Zhao Man all also didn't play mysterious, asked the shopkeeper for a small round bowl.

This bowl is what the shopkeeper uses to stew soup.

Just as He Lingchuan came down, he saw Zhao Man all pull out from his bosom—indeed, it was six dice.

Then he placed three of the dice into the bowl, held them in his hand and shook a few times, then inverted them onto the table.

"..." The Great Shaman's true nature, originally an old gambling addict? Even his divination tools are gambling implements!

Facing everyone, the Great Shaman calmly lifted the bowl.

To be fair, his dice and gambling tools are not exactly the same, each face has at most three red dots or three black dots.

Now revealed, it shows one red dot, one red dot, three black dots.

The merchant looked confused: "Great Shaman, what does this mean?"

Zhao Man all: "Your son's condition is not good, but he is still alive."

Seeing this, the merchant trusted the Great Shaman greatly, upon hearing this he immediately exhaled deeply, rubbed his face vigorously: "Then good, then good!"

He Lingchuan asked him: "Have you previously sought divination from the Great Shaman?"

"Yes." The merchant replied, "Six years ago, a great flood struck the wasteland, and my caravan lost a batch of valuable goods. I searched desperately but found nothing. So I came to consult the great shaman, and sure enough, I found them in the direction he pointed!"

"Ah, I see." Not just a blind cat finding a dead mouse, huh?

"Not just this once, oh no—there were two more times after that. The great shaman is truly gifted!" The merchant vouched for the great shaman.

Zhao Mantou smiled at the merchant and said, "All right, you can go back and get a good night's sleep now."

"Thank you, great shaman!" The merchant thanked him profusely, paid his fee, then bowed to Zhao Mantou and hurried away.

He Lingchuan looked at the dice, feeling a bit itchy to try: "Great shaman, could you do a reading for me too?"

(End of chapter)