Chapter 607: The Means of the Heavenly Gods

It was as if he had closed his eyes himself, but felt dizzy and nauseated.

He Lingchuan didn't know what had happened when he suddenly felt himself being pushed hard by someone: "Can you not just stand here and block people?"

He gave a start; the sky, the starry sky, the gods, the scale, and the large eyeball were all gone.

He was standing in the Hall of Veneration, surrounded by a bustling crowd.

Everything was running as usual; who cared that his world had just been turned upside down?

As he regained his senses, he also turned his head and saw a middle-aged woman with a fierce face saying indignantly, "Are you going to worship or not? If not, move aside; what's the point of standing here!"

"Oh." He Lingchuan was not annoyed, but rather a bit grateful to her. "You go ahead."

He stepped back two steps, and Lu Shishi looked at him with a smile. "Are, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He Lingchuan reached out to press his neck, his brows furrowed tightly. "What just happened to me?"

A sense of exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed him, and liquid flowed from under his nose.

"You suddenly stood still; I called you twice, but you didn't respond." Lu Shishi said with concern. "Oh my, you're having a nosebleed!"

"Hmm." He felt Lu Shishi knew everything. "I have a splitting headache; is there a place to rest?"

She gave an 'ah' sound. "Then let's hurry back to the Cloud Inn."

"Good." He Lingchuan took a step, swayed twice, as if finding it hard to support himself, and suddenly pressed his entire weight onto her.

Lu Shishi didn't expect him to collapse just like that and was somewhat surprised, but the next second she supported him with one hand.

Eh, this girl's cultivation wasn't weak; he hadn't noticed it before.

Lu Shishi supported He Lingchuan without panic, while beckoning to the nearby palace guards: "Come and help!"

The palace guards usually looked at people with their nostrils, but at her beckoning, they flew over, supported He Lingchuan, and walked out of the great hall, completely ignoring the strange gazes of the crowd.

"Who is this person? Why are the palace guards helping him out?"

The auntie who had just pushed him was even more flustered and quietly hid in the crowd.

He Lingchuan treated the whispers behind him as if he hadn't heard them.

He hadn't lied either; he was indeed uncomfortable, his head felt like it was about to explode, the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat, and his body felt heavier than a thousand jin.

Although there was no precedent, he speculated that this should be a manifestation of excessive mental exhaustion.

He had stood in the great hall from beginning to end, which all the tourists could testify to.

But the sky, the stars, the scale, and the large eyeball just now were not illusions.

What had he experienced? Since someone was taking care of him, He Lingchuan simply relaxed his whole body and closed his eyes to pretend he was unconscious.

The palace guard couldn't support this puddle of mud and had to carry him on his back, sending him all the way back to the Cloud Inn.

The road was still bustling, but it had nothing to do with him.

His world had been turned upside down, but this world didn't care at all.

The Cloud Inn was the reception room where subjects waited for the Heavenly Gods' audience; there were no beds, but there were couches. The palace guard placed him on a couch.

He Lingchuan didn't open his eyes; naturally, someone took a pillow and placed it behind his head, took a hot towel to wipe his face, and covered him with a thin quilt.

Lu Shishi even asked him, "Do you want to drink water?"

He naturally nodded, so he lay in the girl's arms, letting her feed him warm water bit by bit.

He took the opportunity to eat two small pills for replenishing the spirit and qi.

In the eyes of others, his breathing gradually stabilized, as if he had already fallen asleep.

And to the Lamp-Guarding Envoys of the Heavenly Palace, this was indeed the normal reaction after experiencing the judgment of the Heavenly Gods. Some unlucky ones couldn't even endure it and died on the spot.

Although He Lingchuan was drowsy, he was still trying hard to recall the accident just now.

When he first entered the sky world, he thought his soul had left his body and been dragged by the Heavenly God into the void, or some small world/soul land.

Everything around him, such as the giant scale, the vast starry sky, and the endless eyes, seemed to fit this speculation.

But after the curtain was torn open, the cyan mark that suddenly lit up in the void instantly punctured this illusion! He had seen this mark that glowed with cyan light.

Last year, when he and He Chunhua went to the Panlong Illusion, the "Heavenly God" avatar invited down by Nian Songyu first rushed into He Lingchuan's sea of consciousness, wanting to seize his body.

At that time, this mark appeared deep in his sea of consciousness, and that Heavenly God avatar was instantly driven away.

So when this cyan mark appeared again, He Lingchuan instantly reacted: screw the small world, screw the soul land, this was his own brain! Miaozhan hadn't kidnapped his soul at all, but had rushed in herself, even deliberately creating a stage set, dressing up his sea of consciousness so that even he, the owner, didn't recognize it!

No, not just Miaozhan, but the gods watching from the sidelines!

This bunch of bastards had been partying to their heart's content inside his brain; no wonder his head felt like it was about to explode, as if someone were hacking his nerves into a thousand pieces.

The Heavenly Gods didn't care at all about the consequences of doing this, nor did they care about He Lingchuan's life or feelings.

In their eyes, what was the difference between a mere human life and an ant? If they accidentally killed him, so be it.

But where could an ordinary person's sea of consciousness withstand such destruction?

He Lingchuan didn't become demented on the spot, which he had to thank the long-term tempering in Panlongcheng for, making his soul far more resilient than an ordinary person's! But He Lingchuan's mood was also joyful, because the greatest crisis since he came to this world had been thrillingly passed.

Miaozhan's infallible "Dharma Eye" had failed here.

If the gods didn't believe in the power of the Eye of Truth, they wouldn't have used the Touchstone on him.

Then, conversely, the scale determined that everything he said was the truth, and the Heavenly Gods would also believe it to be true.

He Lingchuan didn't think the Pupil of Eye-Connection would show him any leniency; it must be that there was something on him that shielded or even distorted its vision, making it mistakenly believe that every word He Lingchuan said was true and valid.

To this day, He Lingchuan no longer believed in the word "coincidence."

He couldn't reach into his bosom in front of others. But he firmly remembered the warmth that suddenly radiated from his bosom when he stood alone before the Heavenly God.

Was it this item that helped him pass the test of Eye-Connection?

Then, had the Heavenly Gods dispelled their suspicion of him? If the answer was yes, his actions in Ling Xu City would face much less resistance in the future.

This adventure up Mount Xu was indeed worth it.

However, the sinister nature of the Heavenly Gods' minds and the variability of their means still exceeded his expectations.

This was another dimension of probing, bypassing the external and superficial, directly interrogating the depths of his heart.

Strangely, none of the three questions asked by the Heavenly Gods had anything to do with the Elixir of Immortality case.

Clearly, he was the initial handler of the Elixir of Immortality case; he thought the Heavenly Gods would at least ask some suspicious points, such as whether he had any connection with Mai Xuewen/Xi Yunhe, etc.

Who knew they wouldn't even mention it.

Did this mean that in the eyes of the Heavenly Gods, the Elixir of Immortality case and the Great Fang Hu weren't even in the same magnitude? They didn't even compare to the Mou Nation in the east.

He Lingchuan had another doubt in his heart: why did the Great Fang Hu have no reaction at all? His soul had always been firmly protected by the Great Fang Hu, which had long been confirmed by the Soul-Absorbing Mirror.

But this time, the Heavenly Gods had killed their way into his sea of consciousness, equivalent to directly invading his home, yet the Great Fang Hu didn't make a single move.

Was it intentional, in order not to expose itself?

He Lingchuan remembered how the Great Fang Hu responded when the Hundred-Faced Nightmare attacked last time:

It first disguised itself as a dream, let the Hundred-Faced enter Panlongcheng, and then sent out a red giant shadow to devour it, even the small Ju Luo Tree got a share.

Was it repeating the old trick this time, just using a different method? But for He Lingchuan, this was too dangerous.

If the Heavenly Gods were determined to take his life, could they destroy his soul in an instant?

Therefore, the Great Fang Hu was also taking a desperate gamble.

After all, if it had come out to protect He Lingchuan, the situation would have slid into an irredeemable abyss.

Perhaps the Heavenly Gods were just waiting for it to react like that.

After this incident, He Lingchuan finally confirmed: the Great Fang Hu had intelligence and could think! The Hundred-Faced Nightmare's judgment of it was correct: it was alive.

Thinking of this, although he could be considered to have been pitted by the Great Fang Hu today, He Lingchuan felt much more settled in his heart.

It would weigh the pros and cons and disguise itself, so it wouldn't expose itself for a bite to eat. He didn't have to worry about this point, at least.

It was better than a dead object.

Forcing himself to think after being mentally exhausted and physically weak was just asking for trouble. Once he figured out these keys, he couldn't hold on any longer, told the Soul-Absorbing Mirror a few words, and fell into a deep sleep.

Heh, the Heavenly Gods forcibly invaded his sea of consciousness just now, and this incompetent mirror didn't even notice.

What use was it?

He Lingchuan slept soundly, not even having a single dream.

He didn't know how much time had passed when someone shook his shoulder: "He Xiao, wake up, it's time to go back!"

He Lingchuan barely opened his eyes to see it was Fu Shanyue.

His head was still dizzy; he barely sat up. "Have you seen the Emperor? Is it my turn?"

Fu Shanyue touched his nose. "Uh, I've seen him, but the Emperor heard you were injured and fainted, so he told you to recuperate down the mountain and you don't need to see him."

He Lingchuan gave an 'oh' sound, his heart clear: the Demon Emperor hadn't intended to see such a small character as him anyway; summoning him up the mountain was just to let the Heavenly Gods check him thoroughly.

Now that the answer was found, he wasn't important anymore, so the Emperor couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

"How did you faint just like that?"

"Too tired." Lu Shishi was right there; He Lingchuan looked at her and pressed his neck, which made a cracking sound. "I'm afraid I haven't recovered from the explosion case yet."

Fu Shanyue gave an 'oh' sound and stood up. "Then let's go down the mountain."

Lu Shishi smiled and sent the distinguished guest to the tower to take the teleportation formation and leave.

Returning the same way, no words were spoken along the way.

Back at the inn, Fu Shanyue pulled He Lingchuan to the guest courtyard and set up a barrier before asking him: "What exactly happened?"

What kind of temperament and cultivation could make someone faint in the Hall of Veneration? Fu Shanyue would bet his knees that there must be something mysterious here.

He Lingchuan didn't hide it from him either, holding his head and describing the process of the Heavenly Gods invading his sea of consciousness in detail.

His head was still buzzing even now.

Of course, he omitted the Great Fang Hu.

Fu Shanyue's expression changed immediately: "What, so unscrupulous?"

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