# Chapter 2075: Distant Ancient Demon Chant
As they neared the barrier of the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom, a repelling force struck, causing the Mysterious Ark's speed to plummet sharply.
"Welcome, honored guests from the Heaven-Breaking Divine Kingdom."
A voice arrived from afar. The Heaven-Breaking Divine Kingdom's Mysterious Ark bore unique inscriptions and sword intent aura, making it easily identifiable. Following the voice, a figure quickly approached.
The aura of a mid-stage Divine Sovereign realm—in the God Realm, this would qualify one as a Realm King of a mid-ranked star realm. Here, however, it only sufficed as a mere border-guarding disciple. His voice rang out spiritedly: "May I ask if the arrival is Yun Che?"
Clearly, Dreamless Divine Venerable had already given instructions regarding Yun Che's arrival.
The moment he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted… because as the Mysterious Ark descended, he caught sight of that ethereal blue silhouette.
His momentum instantly dissipated. His upright posture rapidly lowered as he knelt on one knee, saluting with reverence: "Greetings to the Heaven-Breaking Sword Immortal. Not knowing of the Sword Immortal's honored arrival, I failed to welcome you from afar. I beg for forgiveness."
Hua Qingying withdrew her gaze from the distant sky… It had been a long time since she last set foot in the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom.
"Go report to Dreamless Divine Venerable that Yun Che has arrived."
"Yes!"
The border-guarding disciple respectfully acknowledged and swiftly activated a sound transmission profound formation: "Quick! Quickly report to the Divine Venerable…"
…
**Weaving Dream Divine Palace.**
Every brick and tile here reflected strange and varied lights, like mirrors or water. When one turned their gaze, it felt as if mist and light swirled around them. If one's mental fortitude was weak or their heart-soul unstable, simply walking through it would feel like wandering through an illusory realm, causing mental confusion and a drifting soul.
Dreamless Divine Venerable Meng Kongchan sat upright upon the divine throne. Before him stood a young man in silver robes, his long hair faintly shimmering with silver radiance. Though facing Meng Kongchan, his expression was calm, with a slight smile at the corners of his lips. His eyes, at first glance, seemed to brush past like a gentle breeze, but if one dared to gaze into them, they would be involuntarily dragged into a dream abyss of unknown destination.
Weaving Dream Divine Son—Meng Jianxi!
"Your profound force progress is good; your soul force progress is acceptable. Very well."
Meng Kongchan slowly nodded, a faint approval in his eyes.
Meng Jianxi’s face bloomed with a satisfied smile: "To receive such words from Father God, all the effort of this period has been more than worthwhile."
"Your effort is not for me, but for yourself—or rather, for the future of the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom."
Dreamless Divine Venerable tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his gaze dim and remote as he looked at his most outstanding son: "During this time, several more Dream Palace Masters have come under your 'command.' Now, your 'sphere of influence' has grown so large that it's close to covering the sky with one hand. That you can still achieve such progress while putting in this much effort is indeed somewhat beyond my expectations."
Meng Jianxi immediately knelt, flustered: "Father God, Jianxi absolutely does not—"
"Don't be so nervous." Meng Kongchan cut off the words about to leave his mouth: "You have been the Weaving Dream Divine Son for less than a hundred years, yet you've reached this level. This is both ambition and ability. And for an emperor, for a qualified Dreamless Divine Venerable, ambition and ability are indispensable."
"But—remember this one thing." Meng Kongchan's expression remained unchanged throughout: "Going too far is as bad as not going far enough."
"Yes! Jianxi humbly accepts Father God's teachings." Meng Jianxi bowed his head deeply, but still explained: "Father God, no matter how much Jianxi stirs things up, I will always be your son. I went from being a mediocre person to becoming the Weaving Dream Divine Son overnight. Though a hundred years have passed, I still feel as if I'm in a dream."
"I am always afraid of doing something poorly, so I try every possible way to share Father God's burdens."
"Hmm." Meng Kongchan nodded. "Being a Divine Venerable for too long is indeed boring. The way you're going, it'll make it convenient for me to abdicate early."
Meng Jianxi looked up, showing great terror: "Father God, these words must never—"
"I told you, don't be nervous."
With a light remark, he once again stopped the words about to leave Meng Jianxi's mouth: "I am not unaware of what you do in secret, but I have never stopped you. We both understand each other tacitly. The reason I bring it up today is to remind you of one thing."
"No matter where your mind lies, your cultivation must never be neglected. The higher your own cultivation, the better and faster you can integrate true divine power when bearing the divine source. Take Shen Wuyanye of the Eternal Night Divine Kingdom—when she was young, she nearly risked her life to improve her cultivation. Later, though she forcibly inherited the divine source with a seventh-rank divine rank, her divine power's heaviness today is certainly not inferior to mine."
"Your current cultivation ranks at the very bottom among the Divine Sons. In just three short years, it will be time to meet the Abyss Emperor. Don't… lose face for the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom."
"Yes, Jianxi will remember!"
"Have you found Jianzhou's remains?" Meng Kongchan suddenly jumped to another topic.
Meng Jianxi replied: "Including Meng Jingzhe, no traces have been found yet."
"Hmm." Meng Kongchan responded. "Instruct them to stop searching. Searching for remains in the Mist Sea is like fishing for a needle in the ocean. After searching tirelessly for nearly half a year, it is enough to honor him. After you return, console your mother well."
"Yes." Meng Jianxi acknowledged, then said: "Although there is no news of elder brother's remains, combined with various recent rumors, some suspect that elder brother's death may not have been a mere misfortune of Abyss Beasts, but rather… death incurred by offending the 'Mist Emperor.'"
"Mist Emperor?" Meng Kongchan narrowed his eyes slightly. "That baseless rumor? What is the basis?"
Meng Jianxi said: "Elder brother has always cherished his life and was extremely cautious in matters concerning life and death. Unless forced, he would never set foot in the Mist Sea. This time, though he was compelled to enter the Mist Sea for training, given his nature, he would not have dared to venture too deep… And in the outer regions, how could he have encountered the Primordial Qilin God?"
"And months ago, the Primordial Qilin God appeared strangely in the outer Mist Sea. The rumors about the Mist Emperor also originated from that day. According to countless profound practitioners nearby at the time, that Primordial Qilin God was very likely controlled by someone calling themselves the 'Mist Emperor.'"
"Preposterous." Meng Kongchan said blandly. "Abyss Beasts are soulless dead spirits—how could they be controlled? Even the great and supreme Abyss Emperor is utterly incapable of controlling them. That so-called 'Mist Emperor' is nothing but a laughable trick by petty scoundrels, yet it frightens a bunch of fools into spreading it everywhere. Truly ridiculous."
"Jianxi thinks so too."
Just then, Meng Kongchan's brow twitched. He pointed a finger, and a sound transmission profound formation unfolded before him.
"Reporting to Divine Venerable, the two guests from the Heaven-Breaking Divine Kingdom have arrived."
"Hmm, let the border-guarding disciples bring him directly to see me." Meng Kongchan said casually, then frowned slightly. "Two? Who is the other?"
"It is the Heaven-Breaking Sword Immortal."
Meng Kongchan stood up with a "whoosh," then quickly transmitted: "Let the honored guests wait a moment. I will go to welcome them personally. Do not be negligent."
"Sword Immortal senior… eh?"
Just as the words left Meng Jianxi's mouth, Meng Kongchan's figure had already vanished from his sight, leaving only an undying gale.
Meng Kongchan moved with incredible speed, each place he passed roaring like ten thousand thunders, startling countless Weaving Dream profound practitioners.
The moment he rushed out of the national protection barrier, he spotted Hua Qingying's figure at a glance.
He buried all his emotions deep in his soul. As Meng Kongchan stepped out, every step was dignified. He spoke before a smile: "Hahahaha, Qingying, it has been unknowingly several thousand years since your last visit to the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom. How do you have the leisure to come this time? Could it be to escort this boy?"
He only briefly glanced at Yun Che before quickly turning his gaze back to Hua Qingying.
"Indeed it is." Hua Qingying said.
What was meant to be a joking remark received an affirmative answer, and Meng Kongchan was clearly taken aback.
Hua Qingying had already turned her gaze to Yun Che and said: "This is Dreamless Divine Venerable. He will arrange a place for you, but that is all. After that, he will not provide you with any assistance."
"Remember what I told you, and what you yourself said. The rest depends on you."
With that, she gave a slight nod to Meng Kongchan: "I have delivered the person. I trouble you, Dreamless Divine Venerable."
"No trouble, no trouble… Ah, Qingying, you…"
Meng Kongchan stepped forward but could only watch helplessly as Hua Qingying flew back to the Mysterious Ark and quickly disappeared into the distance, showing no intention of staying… and she had not even truly set foot into the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom.
She… really just came to escort this boy?
Yun Che stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Junior Yun Che, by order of Heart-Painting Divine Venerable, has come specifically to pay respects to Dreamless Divine Venerable."
The blue silhouette departed, and Meng Kongchan's mood instantly soured. He nodded listlessly: "Follow me."
Yun Che said nothing more and followed behind Meng Kongchan.
Various gazes came from all directions—some blazing hot and soul-scorching, others cold and soul-freezing, some sharp as blades, others light as cotton.
After all, this was a Divine Kingdom that primarily cultivated soul force.
Meng Kongchan remained silent throughout, and Yun Che did not initiate any conversation.
"As expected of the Divine Venerable of the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom. His soul is like an endless ocean—still, it can engulf all things; in motion, it can overturn the heavens."
Li Suo's voice came from within his sea of souls: "To deliberately come face to face with someone possessing such a divine soul… what exactly are you planning to do?"
Yun Che did not answer directly: "You will know soon enough."
"…I want to know now." Li Suo's voice carried concern.
When facing Heart-Painting Divine Venerable, Yun Che had Hua Caili leaning on him and Hua Qingying protecting him. Even if Heart-Painting Divine Venerable flew into a rage, Li Suo would not have worried about his safety.
But now, Yun Che had stepped into the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom alone, facing Dreamless Divine Venerable alone—truly alone, with no support.
She was certain that Yun Che had come here with deliberate scheming against Dreamless Divine Venerable… but with Yun Che's current body, scheming alone against Dreamless Divine Venerable in this Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom… a single misstep would mean a thousand deaths with no chance of survival.
Yun Che thought for a moment, then told her: "Dreamless Divine Venerable's greatest strength is undoubtedly his divine soul. I plan to… clash with him in this very domain where he excels most and is strongest."
"!!" This answer undoubtedly startled Li Suo.
"You…" She uttered a single word, then fell silent, before softening her voice: "How sure are you?"
Yun Che took a light breath and sent out a soul voice that was almost ruthless: "This is the final barrier the Demon Empress left me at the cost of permanently damaging her own body. I… absolutely cannot allow failure!"
**Weaving Dream Divine Palace.**
Various strange lights refracted from all around, causing Yun Che's vision to warp strangely and blur. Dreamless Divine Venerable in his sight also shattered like scattered mist, disappearing from view.
Yun Che closed his eyes. In just two breaths, when he opened them, his vision was perfectly clear. Meng Kongchan was already seated upright on the divine throne, looking at him with a gaze so flat it was almost lifeless.
"It seems you aren't just blessed with a good exterior."
This was a word of praise from the Weaving Dream Divine Venerable, yet it carried no emotion whatsoever.
"With the cultivation of a third-level Divine Lord realm, yet able to recover your clarity so quickly amidst the soul light of this palace. It seems your soul force far exceeds your profound force."
Yun Che stepped forward a few paces, then saluted as a junior: "Junior Yun Che is but a trivial person. To trouble Dreamless Divine Venerable with such effort is truly overwhelming."
"No matter how trivial you are, to catch the eye of that girl Caili, you have enough qualification to be proud before any man."
Meng Kongchan's words were impossible to tell whether they were a plain statement or a sarcastic remark: "Where do you intend to go?"
Yun Che said: "To be honest, although I have long admired the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom, I know very little about it—it would not be an exaggeration to say I know nothing. Therefore, regarding where to go… I will follow whatever arrangement Dreamless Divine Venerable makes."
"Hmm." Meng Kongchan responded blandly: "No background, Divine Lord cultivation—the difference between you and Dian Jiuzhi is like heaven and earth. I am also extremely curious: on what basis did you make that girl Caili so devoted to you, to the point that even… Qing…ying… per…son…al…ly… es…cort…ed… you… here…"
His voice seemed to gradually become slower, slower still, then increasingly distant and drifting.
"Since you have entered my Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom… how can you not first have a great dream…"
The light twisted. At some point, the scene became hazy, and Dreamless Divine Venerable's figure seemed to have receded to the edge of the sky.
"Let me personally help you fall into a dream. This can be considered… the highest hospitality of my Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom… so as not to waste Qingying personally sending you here…"
Yun Che's eyes lost focus, then lost color, as if covered by a thick, heavy gray mist.
His struggling brows and his lips, attempting to part, also finally fell still. Even the profound aura naturally emanating from his body became as if dormant, growing extremely faint.
From beginning to end, Meng Kongchan maintained his original posture and expression, without the slightest change.
Only his eyes rippled with faint silver, eerie light.
No one knew that his true divine soul had silently touched Yun Che's sea of souls… and then encountered a rather tenacious resistance.
This was a living being's soul instinct to resist foreign invaders. Given Yun Che's cultivation, having such soul defense was already commendable in Meng Kongchan's eyes.
But before his true divine soul, it was merely fragile fabric.
He slightly condensed his gaze, and his vast divine soul instantly roared like a raging sea, directly enveloping Yun Che's entire soul.
**Boom————**
A thunderous crash erupted in Yun Che's mind.
But just as Meng Kongchan's divine soul touched the depths of Yun Che's soul, it suddenly shuddered with an eerie terror.
He saw a pair of jet-black eyes… abruptly opening wide.
It was the most extreme darkness he had ever seen in his life.
Those jet-black eyes rapidly magnified in his divine soul, larger and larger… Amidst the uncontrollable trembling of his divine soul, he suddenly found himself at some point having become incomparably tiny.
His divine soul was like an overturned ocean… but hanging above that ocean was a bottomless dark demonic abyss that seemed to envelop all heavens and all worlds.
**Roar——————————**
The black eyes exploded. The demonic abyss descended, swallowing the entire ocean in one gulp, leaving not a single ripple, not a single ray of light.
Meng Kongchan's divine soul world echoed with an extremely furious distant ancient demon chant.
Meng Kongchan's entire body shook violently. The silver light in his pupils collapsed in an instant, replaced by an infinitely pure, infinitely profound darkness.
At this moment, Yun Che slowly opened his eyes… In his pupils was reflected a ferocious demonic shadow.
He opened his mouth and emitted a hoarse demonic voice that was both himself and not himself:
"I/I… am/am… Meng/Meng… Jian/Jian… Yuan/Yuan…"