Chapter 2090 - Path of Heresy

Chapter 2090 - Path of Heresy

Yun Che’s leisurely stroll lasted another hour before he changed direction and headed toward Sinking Dream Valley.

Although Sinking Dream Valley had the word “Valley” in it, it was really located inside a massive palace. From the outside, the palace looked to be several kilometers wide at most. In reality, its internal space spanned over a hundred kilometers. It was also shrouded by fog like a dream.

When Yun Che got close, a Sinking Dream Valley disciple walked up to him and said stiffly, “If you are not a seeker of Sinking Dream, then please go as far away as possible.”

A person who wished to enter Sinking Dream Valley was either excessively agitated or looked to be in despair. It was clear at first glance that Yun Che wasn’t such a person.

Yun Che said indifferently, “Please inform Valley Master Naihe that Yun Che has come to pay him a visit.”

“Yun Che?” The Sinking Dream disciple frowned for a second before realization struck him. “You... You’re Divine Son Yuan!”

He immediately dropped to one knee and said, “I have eyes but cannot see. Please forgive me for my foolishness, Divine Son Yuan.”

“Is Valley Master Naihe present?” Yun Che asked.

The Sinking Dream disciple answered respectfully, “In fact, yes. The Valley Master is currently receiving a rather special guest in the valley. I shall notify him right away.”

He did not keep Yun Che waiting for too long. Meng Naihe quickly strode out of the entrance, his ancient face arranged into a smile as he greeted him, “You surprised me, Divine Son Yuan! I wasn’t expecting you to have the leisure to visit my old self!”

Yun Che was a Godbearer with perfect divine essence and a man who conducted himself like a conqueror. Although he had rejected his title, Meng Naihe already thought of him as the future Dreamweaver Divine Regent.

The Divine Son conferral ceremony had just concluded a while ago, and he still hadn’t recovered from the excitement he received during the ceremony. Now, Yun Che was paying him a visit in person. It was no wonder that the wizened old man looked a little overwhelmed—in a good way, of course.

Yun Che bowed slightly and greeted him humbly, “I am aware of my rudeness for visiting without informing you beforehand. I hope I haven't interrupted your work.”

Meng Naihe hurriedly dodged out of the way. “You cannot bow to me, Divine Son Yuan! I am an old thing with one foot in the grave! Just tell me what you need, and it shall be done.”

Yun Che obliged and jumped straight to the point. “It would be impolite to refuse, so very well. Was that Pan Buwang, the former Divine Son of Owl Butterfly Kingdom of God who entered the Sinking Dream Valley just now?”

“That’s correct.” Meng Naihe recalled Pan Buwang and sighed. “Sigh. Fate has a way of making men miserable. To think that a former Divine Son would fall into such despair that his heart is like a pool of death... wait. Are you here for Pan Buwang, Divine Son Yuan? Are you acquainted with him by any chance?”

Yun Che shook his head. “No, I am not. Have you put Pan Buwang inside ‘Sinking Dream’?”

Meng Naihe sighed again. “He is the former Divine Son of the Owl Butterfly Kingdom of God, so this old one tried his best to persuade him to see reason. However, not a sliver of hope could be found in his heart, nor was there any attachment toward the mortal coil whatsoever. All he asked was to fall into an eternal dream. He even gave me all of his abyssal crystals and profound artifacts so the dream could last as long as possible.”

“That's why I had no choice but to obey. He has already fallen aslumber, and I was just about to put him in a dream when I heard your arrival. I decided he could wait a bit and came to meet you first, Divine Son Yuan.”

Yun Che let out a sigh of relief. “Good, good. I’m glad to hear that the disaster is averted.”

“Disaster?” Meng Naihe was caught off guard by his word usage. “What do you mean?”

“Valley Master Naihe.” Yun Che’s expression grew solemn. “You've been the Valley Master for many years. Do you know if a Divine Son or Divine Daughter has ever plummeted into ‘Sinking Dream’ in the long history of the Sinking Dream Valley?”

“Never,” Meng Naihe replied without hesitation. “Everyone who can become a Divine Son or a Divine Daughter is a dragon or phoenix among mortals. They do not need a dream to escape the sorrow of the mortal coil. Besides, everyone knows that entering ‘Sinking Dream’ is basically half a death sentence. That is the opposite of what a Divine Child desires.”

As if realizing what Yun Che was trying to say, he added quickly, “Pan Buwang may be a former Divine Son, but his title was removed, and his current status in the Owl Butterfly Kingdom of God is even worse than an ordinary prince’s. As for what he experienced...”

Meng Naihe shook his head again. “Sinking Dream isn’t bad considering his circumstances. For him at least, it is a wonderful escape.”

Yun Che frowned. “Even if he was removed, he is still a Godbearer with eighty percent divine essence. Besides... how do you know he won’t become the Owl Butterfly Divine Son again?”

Meng Naihe looked confused. “I... don’t understand what you mean, Divine Son Yuan.”

“Do you remember how much divine essence Meng Jianyuan bore, Valley Master Naihe?” Yun Che asked a question every man and woman in Dreamweaver knew about.

“Eighty percent,” Meng Naihe answered with the same confusion.

“And how much divine essence do I have now?” Yun Che asked.

“... A hundred.”

Yun Che’s gaze sharpened, and Meng Naihe felt an invisible pressure on his shoulders. “If Meng Jianyuan, a Godbearer with innate eighty percent divine essence, can awaken another twenty percent and become a perfect Godbearer, then why not Pan Buwang?”

“But...” Meng Naihe argued. “A miracle like yours does not happen even once in one hundred thousand years, Divine Son Yuan. The chances are exceedingly low to say the least.”

“That’s exactly right. The chances are exceedingly low, but it is by no means absolutely impossible.” Yun Che’s voice relaxed slightly. “So, what if Pan Buwang did awaken his latent divine essence? What if he turned out to be better than the current Owl Butterfly Divine Son after his awakening? Did you consider what you might have done if that scenario, however unlikely it might be, came true?”

“...” Meng Naihe stopped breathing for a moment.

Yun Che continued, “Once a person plummets into a dream and enjoys all the luxuries they were unable to enjoy in reality, they would no longer be able to accept cruel, hopeless reality. They would become crippled in both body and mind. Even if Pan Buwang did awaken his divine essence down the line, it would be meaningless because he'd be crippled by ‘Sinking Dream’. Can you imagine how angry the Owl Butterfly Kingdom of God would be if that happened? Who do you think they would blame when all was said and done?”

Before Meng Naihe could answer, Yun Che pressed, “Valley Master Naihe, can you say with absolute certainty that this ‘what if’ scenario will never happen? You still have the option to say no right now. Why should you accept such a huge risk into your Sinking Dream Valley?”

Yun Che’s final argument extinguished whatever retort Meng Naihe was going to muster. Cold sweat broke out of his forehead when he mulled over everything Yun Che said.

He let out a huge sigh before exclaiming as if awakening from a dream of his own, “You are absolutely right, Divine Son Yuan! Even if it is exceedingly unlikely that such a scenario would happen, if it did, then the consequences would be unimaginable.”

“Thank goodness that you arrived before I put him in ‘Sinking Dream’, Divine Son Yuan. I will pull him out right now.”

“No.” But Yun Che stopped him. “Pan Buwang came to Sinking Dream Valley for a reason, and you said it yourself that he has fallen into such despair that his heart is akin to a pool of death. If you awaken him and inform him that you cannot allow him to enter ‘Sinking Dream’, you would be cutting off his final attachment toward life.”

Yun Che did not respond to him. When they passed by each other, he let out a cold snort of his own and said, “Idiot.”

Meng Kongdu abruptly stopped in his tracks and looked back. He asked darkly, “What did you say, Meng Jianyuan?!”

Yun Che also stopped in his tracks and looked back, but he was full of smiles unlike Meng Kongdu’s stormy expression. “I see your ears are failing because of your age, Dream Lord Du. I don’t mind repeating myself for old folks like you. Listen clearly, Dream Lord Du. I said...”

“Idiot.”

“Hah!” Meng Kongdu was so angry he was sneering. “Do you think I wouldn’t dare to teach you a lesson just because you are protected by the Sword Fairy and possess a perfect divine essence, Meng Jianyuan?!”

BOOM————

His fingers opened, and a storm of power shook the surrounding space.

“Heh. Hahaha. Hahahahahaha!” Yun Che’s chuckle slowly turned into a full-throated laughter of scorn. “If you really know that I am under aunt’s protection, then you should know that there is no one she wouldn’t point her sword at once she resolves herself to kill someone! If you really know that I have a perfect divine essence, then you should know who will be the future Divine Regent of the Dreamweaver Kingdom of God!”

“...” Meng Kongdu stiffened, and his presence shriveled despite himself.

Meng Kongdu’s aura was terrifying to say the least, but Yun Che continued to stare at him like he was a piece of dirt. “Anyone with even a speck of brain would know that now is not the time to provoke me. Even if you don’t wish to leave Meng Jianxi’s clique, you should’ve been smart enough to play both sides and leave yourself an out if nothing else. Unfortunately, there will always be self-conceited idiots who can’t see past their own noses... am I right, Dream Lord Du?”

“You!!” Meng Kongdu snarled, but his presence shriveled up even more.

It was at this moment a hand grabbed Meng Kongdu’s arm. The young man behind him hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Yun Che deeply. “Divine Son Yuan, my father is a forceful and inflexible man, but he doesn’t mean to disrespect you. Please forgive his natural temper. I promise to pay you a visit in the future and apologize on his behalf in the future, please forgive him.”

Meng Kongdu’s mouth twitched, but he did not refute him.

Yun Che cast the young man a long look but did not say anything either. He turned away and left.

Meng Kongdu withdrew his aura and lowered his arm. For a time, he couldn’t say anything.

After returning to the Divine Son Palace, Yun Che stepped into his cultivation space immediately.

Deep inside the Endless Fog, Pan Buwang struggled back to wakefulness.

He did not know how long he had been unconscious. All he knew was that he felt like a million mountains were sitting on his person. When he forced himself to lift his head, all he could see was thick darkness and even thicker abyssal dust.

Where... is this...

I thought... I'd entered a dream...

So, why am I still suffering... why am I not seeing Wuqing...

“You’re finally awake, pitiful boy.”

A cold, low voice that seemed both far and close at the same time entered his ears.

Pan Buwang stiffly turned his neck until he saw a ball of distorted gray fog. There seemed to be a pair of dark, shadowy lights in the gray fog; a pair of ever-changing eyes.

“Who... are you?”

He thought that Sinking Dream Valley only produced the most wonderful dreams, so why was he encountering the darkest nightmare instead?

The distorted shadow answered, “I am the Fog Monarch who rules the Endless Fog.”

“Fog... Monarch?” He whispered before laughing scornfully. “Hehe... hehahaha... hilarious... to think you would use such a laughable method to humiliate me! I don’t care who you are. Kill me... if you dare!”

“Hehehe.” The Fog Monarch returned a chuckle of his own. "You are just a spineless worm, and you think you deserve me to humiliate you?”

“Pan Buwang.” The Fog Monarch addressed him by his name. “Are you aware that you have branded an eternal stain on the title ‘Divine Son’ with the pitiful being you are?” “Hahahaha...” Pan Buwang was still laughing tragically, uncaring how the so-called Fog Monarch knew about him. “That’s right. I’m just a pitiful piece of trash who can't do anything... I wanted to protect my mother, but I could only watch her die a horrible death. Her murderers were right in front of me, and yet I was powerless to lay so much as a finger on them...”

“I promised Wuqing I would free her from that mad witch... but she died... she died... and I don’t even have the right to take revenge for her... hahahaha... hahahahaha...”

He was laughing, but his tears were streaming.

The Fog Monarch asked, “So, how did Shen Wuqing die? Did you witness her death with your own eyes?”

Pan Buwang was still laughing. “No... I couldn’t... even meet her one last time...”

“So, what you’re saying is that you didn’t see her die...” The Fog Monarch’s voice abruptly turned harsh. “So how can you say that she’s actually dead?!”

Pan Buwang’s laughter abruptly ceased, and a furious, uncontrollable roar erupted from his mouth. “She’s dead! Shewu Yanye killed her! Everyone knows that she’s DEAD!”

The Fog Monarch simply sneered. “So, your love for your so-called beloved is so fickle that a few careless words from others is enough for you to sentence her to death? Instead of believing that she would struggle to live despite everything because of the bond you share, and suffer in silence if only to increase your chances of living... you would rather believe that she is a useless piece of garbage who would plummet into the darkness and despair at the first sign of tragedy?!”

Pan Buwang’s eyes widened with pure, unadulterated fury. “She is not a piece of garbage! You don’t get to call her that!!”

“You’re the one who believed that she’s a piece of garbage!” The Endless Fog’s cold voice devoured his full-throated howl like nothing. “You’re the one who sentenced her to death in your heart! You’re the one who lacked even the courage to venture into the Eternal Night Kingdom of God and confirm the truth with your eyes!”

“You think you deserve the former Eternal Night Divine Daughter? As you are right now, not even a little!”

1. Usually to bury a threat is interpreted as to end a threat, but in this case I hope it sounds like he accidentally buried a time bomb under his house that would explode one day. ☜