Chapter 221: The so-called god, in the end, was nothing more than this!

Yet even though it was dead, Lin Qingyue still did not intend to let it go. She reached out and grabbed, and a black phantom was immediately separated from the snake's physical body.

That was the snake demon's soul, which had shrunk to the size of an ordinary small snake, and was now being dangled in Lin Qingyue's hand.

"Take me to where the false god is. Do not alert anyone, otherwise, I have plenty of ways to torture you." She was still smiling sweetly when she said this, but the snake demon's entire soul was trembling with fear.

A thousand years of bitter cultivation, enduring countless winters and summers; decades of maneuvering, only to amass this monstrous power. Having finally reached the pinnacle of all living things, it was now, in the blink of an eye, splattered with blood on the spot, its body dead and its Dao extinguished, leaving only a wisp of a remnant soul!

This woman, beautiful as an immortal, was actually this terrifying!

How could the snake demon dare to act presumptuously? It could only obediently follow Lin Qingyue's instructions and lead her toward the top floor of the temple.

Every floor they ascended had defensive arrays. Those arrays were not created by the snake demon, but it knew how to walk without triggering their defenses.

When Lin Qingyue stepped onto the highest floor of the temple, the entire surrounding aura was completely different.

There was no demonic Qi here, but there was an invisible sense of oppression that made one involuntarily feel awe.

The snake demon had been obedient at first, but once it arrived here, it seemed to have found a backer and was no longer so afraid.

Taking advantage of the moment Lin Qingyue was observing the surroundings, the snake demon's soul swooshed away, quickly returning to the sixth floor and attaching itself to its corpse.

The massive, bloody snake body that had lost its head grew a new snake head the instant its soul returned.

Because the injury just now had been too severe, the snake demon could not regain its human form for a while. It sighed as if it had survived a disaster: "Fortunately, that woman didn't see that I am a two-headed snake, with two lives..."

Dongfang Qi had been brought to the top floor a quarter of an hour ago and then thrown directly into the hall. The person who delivered him turned and left, not daring to linger here for even a moment.

The old servants in the temple all knew that although their god possessed heaven-reaching and earth-shattering abilities, its temperament was perverse and fickle.

There had been a servant delivering offerings who, out of curiosity about the god's appearance, dared to steal a glance into the hall.

In an instant, flames erupted all over that person's body, and they turned into charred remains amidst shrill screams.

The god must not be profaned, especially the Great God Guiyuan!

As for Dongfang Qi, he was thrown into the hall, rolled a few times due to inertia, and landed in the center of the great hall.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, yet there was a powerful sense of oppression that inexplicably made one feel fear.

Dongfang Qi waited for a while, hearing no other movement.

So he quietly opened his eyes and looked around.

The magnificent hall was paved with golden floor tiles, and the gold-painted coiled dragon pillars were inlaid with jewels. In the center of the hall stood a lifelike pure gold statue of the god.

Since coming to Luo Cheng, Dongfang Qi had seen many statues of the Great God Guiyuan; some were standing majestically in Daoist robes, others were sitting on lotus thrones, as if the Buddha had descended into the world.

But the statue here was dressed in imperial attire, sitting on a dragon throne. The facial lines were as soft as a woman's face, making it hard to distinguish gender for a moment.

Looking at all this, Dongfang Qi felt an inexplicable, familiar palpitation in his heart, as if he had stepped into some forgotten secret realm.

In a trance, he suddenly realized—this was clearly the background that had appeared countless times in the dreams where he was intimate with Lin Qingyue.

At this moment, the palace remained, but the gentle intimacy of the dreams was gone, leaving only a cold and chilling feeling.

"Hahaha..." A sinister laugh suddenly surged from all directions.

"What a fine body, not bad, not bad! This seat is very satisfied."

This voice was scattered at first, then gradually gathered, turning into a clear and pleasant female voice.

Countless clouds and mists gathered in the hall, and soon condensed into the shape of a woman.

She wore black imperial robes, with a beaded crown on her head; as the beads swayed, they half-covered her face, adding a sense of majesty and mystery.

When Dongfang Qi saw the woman's appearance clearly, he was immediately astonished.

She actually had a face exactly the same as Lin Qingyue's. Not only was the face the same, but even the attire was the same as in his dreams.

"Who are you?" For a moment, Dongfang Qi was a bit dazed, and he murmured, "Your Majesty?"

"This seat is the Dijing, why don't you come over and serve?"

The scenes and people from his dreams were appearing so clearly before his eyes now that he couldn't tell if he was in a dream or reality.

"Are you the person in my dreams?"

Speaking of this, Dongfang Qi thought of a possibility: could the person in the dreams not be Lin Qingyue? But... but the woman before him?

The one he had been dreaming about frequently for the past few months was actually... that god enshrined on the altar by the Guifang Kingdom?

But why did she look exactly like Lin Qingyue, and why did she appear in his dreams so frequently?

As if seeing through his inner thoughts, the woman in imperial robes spoke:

"Because you and I had a connection in a past life, this seat has been waiting for you. You have finally come..."

She walked in front of Dongfang Qi and reached out her hand from a high position: "Come, follow me, I will take you to the Immortal World..."

Dongfang Qi's thoughts gradually became chaotic, and the person before him overlapped with the Empress he had been longing for in his dreams...

He reached out blankly, wanting to grasp the ethereal love from his dreams.

But suddenly, numerous images appeared in his mind:

A child outside a restaurant in Lan Xian holding a pancake but starving to death;

A poor woman in the temple square kneeling and kowtowing, offering all her treasures;

And the pure gold statue, three stories high...

Finally, all the images faded, and only the image of Lin Qingyue walking through the turbulent world with a red umbrella remained in his mind.

In that instant, his chaos vanished, and his consciousness regained clarity.

The hand Dongfang Qi had reached out suddenly formed a dagger, and he stabbed at the person without hesitation.

The woman before him dissipated like clouds and smoke, with only a cold voice lingering in his ears:

"You were actually able to see through this seat's illusion; you are indeed not an ordinary person."

"You are nothing but a devil wearing the cloak of a god, you are not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as her!"

Dongfang Qi had indeed almost been deceived just now. Thinking about it now, she must have had some means to pry into his memories, so she created illusions one by one to bewitch him.

That was close; he almost fell for it.

"Hmm... what a pity, such a good body should have been willingly sacrificed to me. But you were actually able to see through it; this seat underestimated your ability... Wait, you are a man!"

"Those trash, they actually let a man mix into the bride's procession?"

"Only realizing it now? You so-called god, in the end, were nothing more than this!"

"It's a pity to have such a beautiful skin, yet it cannot be used by me. Very well, then this seat will eat you, and let your cultivation and flesh become this seat's nourishment!" ===== CHAPTER 222 =====