Chapter 35: This Heaven Has No Dao

Chapter 35: This Heaven Has No Dao

“Whether I want to return or not is my business. Whether I can actually do it is another thing. Stop playing dumb with me!” Zhao Changhe could not be bothered arguing with her. He flew into a rage and rushed at her, wanting to grab her by the collar.

However, the space around him was incredibly strange. She was clearly standing right there beside the bed, but no matter how much he ran, there was always a bit of distance between them. Whatever he did, he could not touch her.

Finally, he realized that no matter how far he ran, he was still standing at his original location.

This mystery finally made Zhao Changhe realize he was in a dream and he calmed down somewhat. “Am I only dreaming about you, or did you use some divine power to make contact with me?”

“A man’s life is nothing but a grand dream in spring and autumn. Is there really any difference between the two?”

“You read the Spring and Autumn Annals as well?”

The blind woman: “?”

“Stop messing with me like this, bitch!” Zhao Changhe laughed coldly. “Things have already come to this and you still want to put on an air of mystery. Fuck you. Why don’t you just kill me and be done with it? I know you’re strong.”

The blind woman did not say anything and lightly shook her head. “It hasn’t been that long and you’ve already become like this... When you cursed at me back then, you only said I was crazy...”

“Isn’t all of this what you want to see?”

“What I want to see?”

“All those things that happened as if they were destined—if it wasn’t you pulling the strings, then what was it?” Zhao Changhe sneered. “Do you feel some sick pleasure seeing this so-called dao of heaven control the lives of the masses?”

The blind woman replied indifferently, “The dao of heaven? This heaven has no dao.”

This heaven has no dao... Zhao Changhe was at a loss and did not know how to interpret her words. Did she mean that these troubled times are brutal? Or is it that there is no supreme god or whatever in this world? If it was the former, he felt that the world had not yet devolved into complete lawlessness. The emperor had not fallen and there was still some basic order; if it was the latter and there was no supreme being, then how did the Tome of Troubled Times come about?

He intentionally talked back to her. “Why do you think I believe that heaven has a dao?”

The blind woman calmly retorted with another question. “Is that so? Have you stayed in the mountain stronghold for too long and forgotten what was the first thing you saw in this world?”

Zhao Changhe’s expression warped slightly.

“For the time being, why don’t you look at what other bandits and demonic cults are like?” The blind woman waved her delicate hands.

The sky remained unchanged, but the scene around them began to change.

Zhao Changhe felt like he was floating in a void, high up above, looking down on the mortal world. As he gently floated up in the sky, all living things looked like ants to him.

At some mountain stronghold, torches were lighting the surroundings of a massive feast as a group of bandits laughed and drank. Numerous heads were impaled on wooden poles, all around the party grounds. At the center of it all, women were being brutally raped. Their cries and wails drifted slowly to the sky and disappeared like the wind.

Zhao Changhe became livid at the sight. “Save them!”

Zhao Changhe looked down at his hands. He felt like he had touched a cool, white jade, tender and smooth. It was as if she did not even have bones.

Was that a dream?

He suddenly opened his eyes.

He was still inside his hut at the mountain stronghold lying on his bed. Everything just now, from the conversation to grabbing her, really just felt like a dream.

He flipped himself over, got up and looked out the window. The sky was already as white as a fish’s belly.

He looked down once more at his palms. They were now covered in tiny beads of sweat.

It was not completely accurate to say that this experience, whether it was a dream or not, did not help Zhao Changhe solve this mystery.

At the very least, he could be sure of a few things.

The higher my cultivation, the more likely it will be for me to be able to feel the presence of the blind woman, or for her to feel my presence. Maybe...she can actually feel my presence and enter my dream to speak with me. Or maybe it wasn’t due to my trivial breakthrough to the first layer, but because I entered the Tome of Troubled Times?

Previously, he had no way of knowing what her objective was. Now, though, he could make a guess... Maybe she’s cast a wide net and is raising venomous gu[1]?

Zhao Changhe suddenly thought that there was a chance that there were other people who invited her to enter their dreams with them, and those people could be in this world. Well, it was even more likely that they were already six feet under.

This heaven had no dao. This was not a civilized world where everyone could survive. This was what the blind woman alluded to.

“Stronghold master! Stronghold master! Things aren’t good!” A disciple rushed over anxiously from outside. “A few tough guys bumped into our brothers blocking two youths at a blockade we set up.”

Zhao Changhe wiped away his sweat and realized his voice was tired. “What? Have they met with a righteous hero...”

“No, it looked like they’re just some random people. They said there was nothing impressive about being the 250th Hidden Dragon and went to challenge the people of the stronghold.”

Zhao Changhe sneered.

He was not laughing at the ruffians, but at the spy.

With the Ranking of Hidden Dragons shining in the sky, it appeared like everyone would come and give trouble to Zhao Changhe. With that said, however, how would they know where to find him?

Even though Yue Hongling knew he was with the Blood God Cult, she had never thought he would be in Beimang, so she could only run to challenge the cult leader and wander everywhere for a month to search for him. Other people did not even have a single clue, yet someone had already arrived at his doorstep just one day later. How did they find him? There had to be a spy.

This spy isn’t necessarily Fang Buping... It could be anyone.

“Bandits of a demonic cult are really low-level.” Zhao Changhe picked up his steel saber and strode out the door. “It just so happens that I’m in a very bad mood today. These guys came at a good time. Let me see how many heroes have come to this trifling road at Beimang.”

1. The act of sealing multiple venomous creatures into a pot for them to devour each other. The last remaining creature is thought to possess the strongest venom. ☜