Chapter 2071: Aiming for Weaving Dream
As soon as these words were spoken, the three imperial sons of Zhe Tian, who were already feeling humiliated, instantly changed color.
All three laughed in extreme anger, and Hua Mengyu could no longer bear it. He sneered, "Where did this brat come from? A mere third-rank Divine Lord dares to utter such arrogant nonsense! Have you lost your mind?"
If not for Hua Fuchen being present, he would have already thrown the word "fool" in the other's face with the most contemptuous mockery.
"Hahahaha!" Hua Fuchen laughed loudly, his eyes blazing. "What a boldly arrogant brat! Since that's the case, this venerable one will grant your wish!"
"Wanxiao, Mengyu, Guiyuan! The three of you attack together!"
Under the unopposable decree of the Divine Venerable, the three were all dazed and did not move. "Father God, this..."
"Cultivating to become a demigod is so difficult and so glorious. And now we are asked to join forces to attack a mere third-rank Divine Lord?"
"Even if we kill him in one blow, it would be no different from humiliating ourselves."
"This is an order!" Hua Fuchen's voice suddenly became stern, startling the three so much that their bodies stiffened. "Furthermore, none of you are to hold back in any way, or you will be punished for disobeying orders!"
"Yes, Father God!" The divine might suppressed their souls, and the three dared not say another word, responding in unison.
Boom—
The profound energy of the three imperial sons exploded, instantly stirring up a monstrous air wave on the vast Sword Discussion Platform. Their gazes turned into swords, their profound breaths turned into swords, and in the empty space, it was as if ten thousand swords hung over their hearts.
"Young man Yun," Hua Fuchen's body retreated as he said indifferently, "I've heard you are extremely skilled at wielding heavy swords. Draw your sword."
Yun Che, however, did not move at all. "The three imperial sons of Zhe Tian have noble status, and a heavy sword is too fierce and difficult to control. If I accidentally injure the three imperial sons, it would be an unforgivable crime. So..."
He extended his hand, gathering a small profound energy whirl in his palm. "This will suffice."
Yun Che spoke with the most respectful tone, but said the most arrogant words. To the three imperial sons, it was almost the greatest insult they had ever heard in their lives.
The expressions of the three, whose faces were already ugly, instantly cracked, and the corners of their mouths twitched to varying degrees.
"Father God, where did you find this lunatic? Has he been so bored that he's specially amusing himself at our expense?"
Hua Fuchen's expression did not change, and he suddenly ordered, "Draw your swords!"
Swoosh!!
Three sword beams instantly shot like three world-piercing thunderbolts, attacking Yun Che together.
If not for Hua Fuchen's order of "no holding back", they would never have used their swords. Before the massive gap between demigod and Divine Lord, the profound force pressure of any one of them could easily crush the opponent.
And in their sight and spiritual perception, Yun Che was clearly completely suppressed by the demigod's pressure and couldn't move at all. Even until the sword's might reached him, he did not make any resistance movement.
Rip!
Yun Che's figure was instantly shattered by the three sword shadows infused with demigod power... but the three imperial sons' spiritual perception had no feedback, only seeing a scattering of afterimages.
The three turned around at the same time and saw that Yun Che was actually behind them, his posture unchanged.
"Star God Remnant Shadow!" Hua Wanxiao cried out in surprise. "You are from the Star-Moon Divine Kingdom!"
Yun Che: "...!?"
"Bastard!" Hua Fuchen roared angrily. "To be so distracted and hesitant during a battle—have you been cultivating all these years only to become a dog?"
The words startled Hua Wanxiao so much that his gallbladder nearly cracked. He dared not say another word, and the long sword in his hand let out an agitated sword hum. Following the direction of his finger, he instantly slashed out hundreds of space-rending sword beams.
Hua Mengyu and Hua Guiyuan were on the left and right, their two sword edges tearing through a hundred zhang of space, firmly sealing off the area where Yun Che was.
The three imperial sons of Zhe Tian in the Divine Annihilation Realm had failed to instantly defeat a third-rank Divine Lord; this was already a humiliation that made them indescribably furious.
At this moment, the three with their three swords had already sealed all space. No matter how exquisite his movement technique was, it would be impossible to escape.
Yun Che still did not move. Only at the moment when the sword's might was about to reach him did a violent profound light suddenly burst from his eyes.
Yama King, open!
Boom!!
As if a star had exploded before their eyes, the wind blades on the Sword Discussion Platform, originally raised by the three imperial sons, instantly turned into a terrifying storm that seemed to want to destroy the world.
The sword beams of the three imperial sons, carrying demigod might, were instantly shattered in the violently erupting profound force storm and dissipated without a trace in an instant. Even their bodies were as if struck by a heavenly hammer, flipping backward in the air.
Bang!
The three landed staggering at the same time. They looked up in shock, staring straight at Yun Che as if seeing a ghost or god.
Surrounding Yun Che's body was still the aura of a third-stage Divine Lord. But the pressure carried by this aura actually made the three imperial sons of Zhe Tian, who had already entered the Divine Annihilation Realm, tremble in heart and soul, and their internal organs felt as if covered by ten thousand jun of weight.
Hua Fuchen's eyes finally lost their calm. He stared intently at Yun Che, and for a few moments, he even couldn't believe his own spiritual perception.
"The aura of Divine Lord realm, but the spiritual pressure of Divine Annihilation Realm!?"
"How can such an absurd thing and such an absurd person truly exist in this world!?"
"Attack!" Hua Fuchen shouted in a low voice.
He wanted to see with his own eyes whether this spiritual pressure, which absolutely should not belong to the Divine Lord realm, could truly release the might of Divine Annihilation, or if it was just an illusion.
There was no longer any reluctance or scorn in Hua Wanxiao's expression. He extended his hand, and a dark blue long sword, like a feather riding the wind, floated lightly on his finger.
With a soft hum, his body followed the sword, and the sword followed his heart. As he leaped up, his entire body slowly turned ethereal, and then it was as if he and the sword merged into one, turning into a dark blue sword beam. Carrying a strange trajectory, it slowly fell toward Yun Che at what seemed a rather slow speed.
At the same time, Hua Mengyu and Hua Guiyuan also struck. As their long swords swept shadows, two identical sword arrays quickly formed and seamlessly merged as they formed, spreading out a pale sword curtain covering tens of miles of space.
The Zhe Tian Divine Kingdom—the pinnacle of the Abyss World's sword path. Its swords and sword intent change in countless ways.
But Hua Fuchen did not see the slightest trace of gravity in Yun Che's eyes.
Facing Hua Wanxiao's Hongyu sword shadow, he extremely casually extended his palm.
The next moment, his finger touched the sword shadow, but strangely, no sound was made.
The finger that was casually pointed out passed through the sword shadow and pressed against the sword body with perfect precision. As the finger slid, the sword light and power contained within were stripped away layer by layer. By the time his finger reached the hilt, the sword body no longer had any trace of dark blue luster.
Hua Wanxiao's pupils dilated, and his heart and gallbladder were about to split in terror... He felt that he had lost connection with his beloved sword, and felt his wrist clamped by ghostly fingers.
Bang!!
A tremendous force exploded on Hua Wanxiao's wrist, and his entire body was thrown far away like a spinning top.
The sword in his hand also flew out, and Yun Che caught it with an offhand manner. Then the sword body ignited with flames, and with a turn of Yun Che's body, it shot out fiercely, flying straight toward the terrifying sword curtain spread by the two imperial sons, carrying a clear and heart-stopping phoenix cry.
Boom!
Flame light exploded. The sword curtain, infused with the power of the two imperial sons, was instantly torn open with a hole. Then the sky full of sword shadows were swallowed by crimson flames like withered wood, turning into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye.
The backlash from the collapse of the sword curtain caused the two imperial sons to moan miserably, their faces losing all color in an instant. The surging sword intent from a moment ago turned into sheer terror in their hearts.
Hua Fuchen's eyes moved again, and he shouted in a low voice, "Combine swords!"
The three imperial sons' hearts trembled in unison.
Hua Wanxiao turned in midair, reached out his hand, and the dark blue long sword flew back into his hand. Hua Mengyu and Hua Guiyuan also quickly shifted positions, forming a strange triangular stance with Hua Wanxiao.
"Young man Yun, draw your sword," Hua Fuchen said indifferently. "Let this venerable one see what level your swordsmanship can reach."
Yun Che looked at the three imperial sons and did not reply.
The eyes of the three imperial sons shone with the same sword light. Their sword hearts were connected, their sword intents touched, and their sword beams merged.
With a low shout, the three struck simultaneously. As their swords swept, the three sword bodies refracted tens of millions of sword beams.
And on each sword beam, different sword shadows seemed to flow, both illusory and real, both true and dreamlike, enough to instantly confuse vision and disorient spiritual perception.
Yun Che, however, slightly lowered his eyebrows, ignoring the thousands of sword shadows rapidly approaching him.
He reached out his hand, and the Heaven-Defying Demon-Slaying Sword appeared across the sky, slowly tilting down.
"No matter how many changes you make..."
"I shall break the heavens with a single sword!"
The Heaven-Defying Demon-Slaying Sword burst out violently. In one moment, the sea was calm, and in the next, the earth was sundered and the heavens shocked!
The terrifying sword might that erupted in a single instant caused Hua Fuchen, who possessed the cognition of a true god, to change his expression abruptly.
Boom!!!!
"Wahhhh!!"
The magnificent and strange sword shadows of the three imperial sons shattered like fragile jade. Their minds buzzed, and their bodies shot out with soul-rending screams, smashing heavily against the barrier of the Sword Discussion Platform.
Then, with a violent crash, they bounced heavily back to the ground.
The Heaven-Defying Demon-Slaying Sword disappeared from Yun Che's hand. He said with some apology, "Since it was Senior Divine Venerable's order, I had no choice but to draw my sword. I apologize to the three imperial sons."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three imperial sons' swords fell to the ground from different directions, emitting a deafening hum.
Hua Wanxiao, Hua Mengyu, and Hua Guiyuan struggled to stand up, but none of them immediately went to retrieve their beloved swords. Instead, they looked at Yun Che with almost horrified eyes... at this third-rank Divine Lord who, in their cognition, was not even worthy of attention.
"..." Hua Fuchen let out a long breath, then slightly turned his eyes toward where Hua Qingying was.
He had thought that Hua Qingying was so inclined toward Yun Che, so her description of him would inevitably carry some flattery favorable to him.
But witnessing this with his own eyes, his understanding of true gods over ten thousand years... was completely torn apart.
Never seen, never heard. It doesn't exist in his cognition, nor in any legend or record.
"He... and that mysterious master he mentioned... what on earth are they..."
"You... just who are you..." Hua Wanxiao struggled to stand up, but before he could finish the sentence, he suddenly fell back to his knees, blood foam gushing from his mouth.
"A dignified demigod imperial son like me was actually injured by a third-rank Divine Lord with a single sword... how utterly absurd."
"How could he possibly be just a third-rank Divine Lord!"
"Wanxiao, Mengyu, Guiyuan," Hua Fuchen said indifferently. "You may withdraw. Do not mention today's matter to anyone."
"Remember, anyone at all!"
"Yes... Your son has already forgotten today's matter."
The three imperial sons accepted the order and left. Before retreating from the Sword Discussion Platform, they all turned back and glanced at Yun Che from afar with similarly horrified eyes.
The barrier opened, and Hua Caili, who had been quietly watching from afar, flew down like a fluttering jade butterfly. She pressed close to Yun Che and blinked proudly at her father. "Father God, were you startled?"
To be honest, Hua Fuchen was indeed startled. But seeing Hua Caili's overly intimate manner with Yun Che, he could only give a nonchalant snort.
"Thus, the second trial is also passed," Hua Qingying's voice came slowly.
Hua Fuchen turned his eyes sideways. "No wonder you praise this brat so highly. You indeed have an extraordinary perspective. I am now beginning to be extremely curious about who this brat's master is."
Yun Che quickly bowed and said, "My master has instructed that I must absolutely not..."
"I understand, I understand, no need to say more," Hua Fuchen waved his arm. "I know you respect your master. If you won't even tell Caili a hint, how could you tell me?"
"Father God, Brother Yun completed your trial three times over!" Hua Caili hurriedly interjected, the joy and pride in her beautiful eyes practically overflowing, as if telling him directly: "See, Father God, my man is amazing, right?"
"So there's only the last trial left. Hurry up and tell us."
Hua Qingying's clear eyes turned. She was also curious about what Hua Fuchen's third trial for Yun Che would be.
Hua Fuchen, however, turned around. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
With that, he did not explain further, nor did he wait for anyone's response, and flew away.
"Hmph, Father God definitely hasn't thought of one yet," Hua Caili took Yun Che's hand. "Never mind him. Brother Yun, I'll take you to see the sword collection here. There are so many your eyes will be dazzled."
Yun Che followed Hua Caili toward the Sword Collection Pavilion beneath the Sword Discussion Platform.
"You seem somewhat excited," Li Suo suddenly spoke.
"Is it that obvious?" Yun Che said.
"What is the reason?" Li Suo asked in confusion.
"The first two trials were just incidental; on the surface, they even seem a bit hasty," Yun Che said calmly. "The so-called last trial is Hua Fuchen's real purpose."
"The step you said before that he 'would definitely take'?"
"Correct," Yun Che's eyes flashed with a strange light. "Next, he will use the name of a trial to send me to the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom."
"This most crucial step is about to be realized. A little excitement is a reward to myself."
A long silence. Li Suo seemed to be thinking, but ultimately without success, she asked, "How did you come to this conclusion?"
"It's normal that you can't understand it, after all, you've never been a parent," Yun Che said slowly. "I just put myself in Hua Fuchen's shoes, imagining Caili as Wu Xin, and considering many factors about Hua Fuchen himself and the current situation of the divine kingdoms... When a person who loves his daughter more than his own life faces someone like me, what must he eliminate first before deciding to make a huge concession... The most likely answer is obvious."
"Before entering the Zhe Tian Divine Kingdom, all my understanding of Hua Fuchen was limited to rumors and others' accounts, so I wasn't very confident. But now, it has become almost inevitable."
...
Hua Fuchen returned to his bedchamber, and a barrier was immediately laid down, isolating everything from the outside.
He sat quietly for a long time, then finally reached out his hand.
With the shining of divine light, a shadow slowly appeared before him.
This was a rather handsome middle-aged man, dressed in silver robes inscribed with twisted, chaotic, and exceptionally eerie divine patterns.
Although just a phantom, it still released a soul-stirring majesty. Especially his eyes, like a swamp or mist, seemed to flow with an eerie, strange light from the depths of dreams.
"Yo, Brother Fuchen," the man spoke, a gentle smile blooming on his endlessly majestic face. "What major matter is worthy of you using such a projection?"
"Brother Meng," Hua Fuchen's expression was solemn. "I have a request."
"Hahaha!" The man was first surprised, then laughed. "With the friendship between us, there's no need to speak of 'requests'. Whatever difficult matter you have, just speak up."