Chapter 235: Prison Dream: The Local Gods of the Primordial World Are Too Unserious!

"Prison Dream, you've been caught red-handed. Come with us."

【Supreme Lord of Fire, Yinghuo】 Yuan Huang looked at the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams with a beaming smile. She wore a divine fire star crown, vermilion shoes, robes of clouds and mist, held a jade slip in her hand, and had a black-gold sword hanging at her waist, adorned with flaming jade pendants.

The gods of the Taiwei Society had mobilized collectively to capture the Chaos Demon Gods; this was work.

Since it was working hours, they naturally had to wear their formal attire.

This was strongly demanded by Luo Hou.

"And who might you be?" The Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams swept their gaze across the faces of the Taiwei gods one by one, finally fixing their eyes on Xiang Xuanqing, Luo Hou, Taishang, and Hearing Fu Xi Xi.

Only these four were worthy of being looked at directly by them.

【Supreme Lord of Wood, Suixing】 Hearing Fu Xi Xi elegantly rolled up their sleeves and said with a smile:

"We are the gods of the Taiwei Society, here to bring you some warmth."

"I've just finished refining a furnace of Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pills; would you like to have a taste, fellow Daoist?!" 【Supreme Lord of Metal, Zi Qi】 Taishang took out a purple-gold gourd and shook it in their hand.

"If you have any last words, say them quickly." Compared to the gentleness of Hearing Fu Xi Xi and Taishang, 【Supreme Lord of Hidden Stars, Luo Hou】 Luo Hou was undoubtedly much colder.

They were seen wearing an ink-jade star crown, black boots, robes of pure mysterious auspicious clouds, holding a jade slip, with a black-gold sword hanging at their waist and deep-abyss jade pendants.

This set of divine gear carried a sense of majesty and looked quite serious.

Xiang Xuanqing looked the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams up and down, then nodded quite earnestly: "The appearance is not bad. If we capture you and build a heavenly prison, it would be quite good for holding high-profile criminals in the future."

"Actually, transforming you into a dream spirit field would also be quite good." 【Supreme Lord of Earth, Zhenxing】 Zhen Yuanzi said as such. They weren't engaging in any performance art this time, but were dressed quite seriously in their divine gear.

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes were filled with anticipation: "Using the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams to grow some flowers and plants should make them grow very well!"

"Such a large Destruction Mo Shen, wouldn't it be a pity to only transform you into a spirit field?"

【Supreme Lord of Water, Chenxing】 Zulong said thoughtfully: "The dream world, where wishes come true. You tell me, if I imagine three thousand weak waters, can Prison Dream make it happen for me?"

【Supreme Lord of Moon, Taiyin】 Wang Shu shook their head: "I think it would be better to open a Destruction Mo Shen breeding farm to test the Dao of Cultivation."

The eyes of the Taiwei gods lit up: "A Destruction Mo Shen breeding farm? Interesting!"

Heavenly prison, spirit field, three thousand weak waters, breeding farm?

What is all this?

What kind of gods are in the Taiwei Society!

Are you all serious!!

Looking at the glowing eyes of the Taiwei gods, the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams' expression darkened slightly: "Do you really think you've got me?"

"Then you underestimate us Chaos Demon Gods too much!"

The Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams held the Heavenly Sword of Dreams and swung it forward lightly; endless laws shone, and infinite brilliance erupted.

They looked coldly at the Taiwei gods: "You are not cultivators of the Dream Dao, and this place is not your dream world. Get—out—of—here!"

Boom—!

Thunder rolled in the sky, and countless bolts of lightning poured down like silver snakes and electric pythons, shrouding the Taiwei gods with endless light.

"You Taiwei gods are all gods of nothingness, fabricated objects, and cannot manifest in the dream world."

The Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams mastered the Great Dream Dao Fruit; in the dream world, they could cultivate truth with a single thought and define falsehood with a single word.

Now that they had defined the Taiwei gods as "nothingness" and "fabricated," the bodies of Zhen Yuanzi, Tai Yi, Zulong, and others instantly began to fade, on the verge of being stripped away by the dream world.

Only the four who had attained the Great Luo Realm—Xiang Xuanqing, Luo Hou, Taishang, and Hearing Fu Xi Xi—possessed the characteristic of eternal freedom, and even if they weren't Dream Dao cultivators, they could still stand as steady as Mount Tai in the dream world.

"Fellow Daoist, you have completely misunderstood." Xiang Xuanqing reached out and adjusted their Dark Star Crown; the crown instantly bloomed with endless brilliance, and immeasurable mysterious yellow merit gathered, transforming into an eight-sided canopy of merit, stabilizing the figures of Zhen Yuanzi and the others.

At the same time, a seed sprouted in the hands of Zhen Yuanzi, Zulong, Yuan Huang, Wang Shu, and others, instantly evolving into flowers dripping with allure.

Flowers of the Dashen Bian?

The Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams recognized this object.

"If we take reality as this shore and the dream as the other shore, holding this seed of the Dashen Bian Dao allows us to reside in the dream and become dream creatures."

【Supreme Lord of Void, Yuebei】 Ming He held their killing sword, looking at the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams with a smile: "How about it, this object is familiar, right? Before we came here, we specifically went to another dream to find your old friend."

"We don't have the slightest intention of underestimating you, fellow Daoist."

"To deal with you, I called everyone over, just worried I wouldn't be able to suppress you."

【Supreme Lord of Fire, Yinghuo】 Yuan Huang's hand flashed with immortal light, and Southern Bright Separation Fire danced, condensing into a precious fan.

Tai Yi took out an Imperial Bell, Wang Shu offered up a Bright Moon Mirror, Zhen Yuanzi flipped out the Earth Book, Zhunti pulled out the White Emperor's Sword, and Zulong opened a golden decree.

The Taiwei gods stepped forward, surrounding the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams: "The last time we Taiwei gods mobilized collectively was to deal with the Destruction Mo Shen of Illusion."

"Fellow Daoist, we have given you enough importance!"

Four Great Luo Supremes, seven top-tier Taiyi—such a luxurious lineup just to suppress the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams.

This made Jie Yin shake their head repeatedly, breaking into a cold sweat for Prison Dream.

However, the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams remained calm and unhurried.

In the Chaos Era, what kind of storms hadn't they seen?

They were just four Great Luo, not Pangu himself!

And this was in a dream, their home turf; how could the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams show fear?

"If I met you in the outside world, I might walk around you, but in the dream world, let you Primordial gods see what the power of the Dream Dao is!"

The familiar lines made Jie Yin glance sideways.

The next instant, infinite brilliance drowned out all their vision.

Eternally brilliant, endlessly glorious.

Apart from light, there was only light, nothing else.

Brilliance, incomparable in its vastness, shone through space and time, covering up, down, left, and right, shrouding the past and the future.

The figure of the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams gradually faded, and a pair of pale golden eyes revealed a smile.

"Everyone, I wish you a good dream!"

Whoosh~~

The radiance of the dream drowned out the figures of the gods.

The Flowers of the Dashen Bian in the hands of the Taiwei gods flickered quietly.

Zulong had a dream, a long dream.

In the dream, they wandered the myriad heavens, fearing no erosion by the power of time, and no karma could be added to their body.

They could roam the river of time without any scruples, recklessly comprehending the Dao fruits of the innate gods in infinite space and time.

One day, they realized their own self, and the Great Dao became profound.

Just as Zulong was about to step out of the river of time and attain transcendence, a giant hand like a cage suddenly reached out from the vast space-time, grabbing them, making it impossible for them to break free no matter what!

"Hehe, I have a good appetite this time!"

A strange, wicked laugh resounded through the myriad heavens: "What transcendence, what attainment of the Dao, it's all fake."

"You are nothing but food raised by this seat!"

No!!!

"My fate is determined by me, not by heaven!"

Zulong shouted, putting up a final struggle against the mastermind behind the scenes.

A great battle broke out. Dragons fought in the wilderness, their blood mysterious and yellow.

Then... the dream woke up.

"Where am I?" Zulong opened their eyes blankly, feeling a strange sense of familiarity with the dream just now.

Eh? The Flower of the Dashen Bian!

Zulong looked down at their palm; the Flower of the Dashen Bian gifted by Meng Meng Wu You had turned into a talisman, engraved on their palm.

"A dream?" Zulong suddenly realized, discovering that their magic power was completely gone, as if they had reverted to a mortal.

Their heart sank slightly, and they looked around at their environment.

Zulong was in a courtyard, facing a warm pavilion with an antique fragrance, the vermilion carved doors and windows half-closed.

They reached out and pushed it open gently, and a faint woody fragrance rushed toward them.

The room was elegantly furnished, with a screen standing on one side, depicting a painting of a dragon trapped in shallow water.

In the corner, a bronze incense burner was burning quietly, with wisps of green smoke rising, emitting a faint fragrance, filling the entire space with a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

No matter how Zulong looked at it, they felt that the green smoke in front of them looked like a true dragon soaring into the sky.

It was just that no matter how this wisp of green smoke rose, it could not escape this warm pavilion.

Several paintings hung on the wall, depicting divine dragons whose eyes had not yet been dotted.

The window lattice of the warm pavilion was carved with exquisite patterns, and sunlight spilled onto the floor through the gaps, forming mottled light and shadows.

Looking closely, the spots of light and shadow looked like dragon scales.

A rustling sound came from behind the screen.

"Who?" Zulong let out a low roar, and then their gaze froze.

A beautiful figure appeared behind the screen; the low roar just now seemed to have frightened the other party, startling her into covering her mouth, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Before long, soft sobbing came from behind the screen.

Zulong sneered: "Prison Dream, you're using this to test a true dragon? Which true dragon can't withstand your test?"

"Do you know who spread the Joyous Dao throughout the myriad heavens?"

"Do you know who founded the Joyous Sects, Joyous Valleys, and Joyous Pavilions in infinite worlds?"

"Do you know why there are legends of the three thousand weak waters everywhere in the infinite heavens of the Primordial World?"

Zulong recounted their achievements, and finally did not forget to mock the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams: "A shut-in god who never tasted meat in the Chaos Era, an old hag made stupid by Pangu's axe, garbage from the old era who hasn't seen the world."

"What era is this? Still playing with gentle villages and delicate maidens, trying to keep whom!"

"You're not even as good as a succubus lady who understands me."

Zulong said: "You should at least change your style, heroic and spirited, delicate and charming, strong and domineering, gentle and considerate, sweet and salty..."

"The three thousand weak waters are more complex than your three thousand Demon Gods. I suppose an old relic of Chaos like you wouldn't understand these things."

Zulong unleashed a barrage of words at the void.

Finally, they shook their head and sighed: "With your level, you'd better roll back to the Chaos Era and stay there, don't come to the Primordial True Realm to embarrass yourself."

"Even the seaweed in the Primordial World understands trends better than you."

Having said that, Zulong didn't even look at what was behind the screen, pushed open the door, and planned to leave.

The next instant, Zulong's vision blurred.

When they opened their eyes again, Zulong was already in a divine palace.

Orioles and swallows, divine maidens and immortals, thousands of charms... infinite weak waters appeared before them.

Perhaps broken by Zulong's top-tier mockery, the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams had in one breath manifested all the three thousand weak waters that Zulong had described.

"Eh, that's right!"

"Haven't you finally gotten the hang of it?"

Zulong beamed.

Just when the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams thought Zulong was about to pounce on these weak waters, they frowned: "Eh, Old Dream, your craftsmanship is not good enough!"

"This one, this one, this one, still not perfect enough."

According to Zulong's requirements, the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams manifested more weak waters, more perfect than the previous ones.

Zulong's eyes lit up: "Eh! That's it! That's it!"

"This empress is not agile enough, change it again!"

"This weak water is too soft, it needs to be more heroic."

"And there's more..."

"Oh my, Old Dream, you are truly a genius of our Joyous Dao!"

Whatever Zulong taught, the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams manifested.

Before long, Zulong was immersed in the dream world.

Watching Zulong unable to extricate themselves, the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams hidden in the dark snorted coldly.

"Hmph, you little thing, dare to scold me!"

What Joyous Dao, three thousand weak waters, what are you proud of?

This seat learns it as soon as I see it!

Just as the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams was following Zulong's requirements, confusing them in the dream world, and planning to further pluck Zulong's Dao fruit and devour their power.

In the dream, Zulong praised with a smile: "Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams, congratulations, you have been successfully trained, and now you are a qualified succubus!"

Zulong's voice suddenly rang in the ears of the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams, carrying the profound power of the Great Dao, instantly blessing them.

The Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams irresistibly completed a gorgeous transformation.

The Dao of Cultivation, initial success!

You thought I was immersed in the Joyous Dao?

Wrong, actually I was playing with cultivation!

Once you learn my Dao, you are the three thousand weak waters.

Training a Chaos Destruction Mo Shen into a succubus, Zulong felt a great sense of accomplishment.

May I ask who in the entire Primordial World can do this?

Under the feedback of the Dao of Cultivation, their cultivation was restored in an instant.

"The Dao of Cultivation is wonderful, Fellow Daoist Moon is truly a genius!"

Only then did the Destruction Mo Shen of Dreams suddenly wake up.

Damn it, I've been tricked!

The local gods of the Primordial World have too many tricks up their sleeves!!

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