# Chapter 2170: Eternal Night Strange Dream
At the Gate of the Pure Land.
The divine kingdoms departed one after another, each with different moods, but without exception carrying the excitement and intense anticipation of stepping into the Eternal Pure Land.
If all went smoothly, these core existences of the divine kingdoms would not only welcome a new life but also become the creators and witnesses of a new chapter in history.
Dugu Zhuyuan, along with a group of Abyss Knights, personally saw them off at the Gate of the Pure Land.
"Dreamless Divine Venerable, do not forget the Pure Land's ten-year invitation. It concerns the shared fate of the Pure Land and all divine kingdoms. I hope that the integration and consolidation of the divine kingdom's resources will not be withheld in secret."
"During these ten years, His Majesty the Abyss Emperor, all the great Divine Officials, and even the entire Pure Land will do their utmost to prepare for the opening of the Eternal Pure Land. Thus, the Abyss Emperor has instructed that no matter how great the matter, it must not forcibly disturb us. If there is truly an unavoidable matter requiring the Pure Land's intervention, please seek me out."
Meng Kongchan nodded solemnly, responded with a faint acknowledgment, then stepped onto the Mystic Vessel.
The Mystic Vessel flew away from the Gate of the Pure Land but did not immediately accelerate and depart. Instead, it floated unhurriedly in the air. Meng Kongchan stood at the stern, gazing fixedly at the slowly receding Gate of the Pure Land. After them, the group of lifeless black shadows from the Eternal Night Divine Kingdom appeared.
Dugu Zhuyuan slightly bowed and said, "Wuming Divine Venerable, His Majesty the Abyss Emperor instructs that you must not forget the Pure Land's ten-year invitation..."
He repeated the same words he had spoken to every divine kingdom, but he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, his brow slowly furrowing.
Because the dark palanquin ahead had suddenly erupted with an extremely abnormal fluctuation in aura... and this fluctuation was intensifying at an astonishing rate, accompanied by the chaotic, heavy breathing of Wuming Divine Venerable.
"Your Eminence, what is happening?" Shen Wumingque moved several steps closer, asking with great concern.
The fluctuation in aura did not stop due to Shen Wumingque's voice but instead grew even more intense. The entire palanquin trembled violently, nearly shattering in the fierce agitation.
From behind the violently swaying black curtains came Shen Wuyanye's hoarse voice: "Xueyan... Xueyan... is that you... have you finally... forgiven me..."
The voice was still raspy, but it carried none of the usual cold harshness. In that overly trembling voice, there was even a faint hint of... humble pity that should never come from a Divine Venerable, much less from Wuming Divine Venerable.
"...?" Dugu Zhuyuan raised his head, a look of bewilderment on his face.
"Hmm?" Yun Che stood beside Meng Kongchan, gazing with him at the distant Gate of the Pure Land, then said thoughtfully, "Could this be... that 'great gift'?"
Meng Jianxi narrowed her eyes slightly: "To dare provoke Father God's wrath, even if she is Wuming Divine Venerable... let her, in the dream woven by Father God, trample the face she just earned upon the Pure Land a thousand times under her own feet!"
Yun Che glanced sideways at Meng Kongchan. He still wore his usual calm and gentle demeanor. But the eyes with which he now gazed at Shen Wuyanye were as deep and abyssal as an endless silver chasm.
"Your Eminence, you... what's wrong with you?"
Shen Wumingque was clearly frightened by this bizarre situation, and her voice began to tremble as well. Especially the name "Xueyan" that Shen Wuyanye was crying out—it was the greatest taboo throughout the entire Eternal Night Divine Kingdom, which absolutely no one dared to mention.
Shen Wuyanye seemed deaf to everything around her. Her chaotic voice continued from inside the palanquin: "I killed your parents and so many of your clansmen... the torment I've given you all these years... I thought you could never forgive me... Xueyan... have you really forgiven me now..."
"Xueyan... I 'see' you! I truly 'see' you... Xueyan!"
The women of the Eternal Night around her were unconsciously retreating, each face showing varying degrees of fear. They had seen Wuming Divine Venerable angry and frenzied countless times, but no one had ever seen her in such a state.
Bang!
With a cracking sound, the dark palanquin suddenly exploded, and Shen Wuyanye's figure stumbled out.
She wore all black, her head covered with a thick black veil, and she staggered straight toward Dugu Zhuyuan ahead.
"...!" Dugu Zhuyuan's brows knitted deeply: "Wuming Divine Venerable, you..."
He had barely spoken when his pupils suddenly contracted. The surrounding Abyss Knights also gasped sharply, their faces filled with disbelief and horror.
As Shen Wuyanye lunged forward, the black veil on her head suddenly shattered.
Revealing the true face of Wuming Divine Venerable, which had not been seen under the light of day for who knows how many years.
Though the former Shen Wuxihua was not exceptionally beautiful, she could certainly be considered within the category of "beauty."
But the person before them now... no, anyone who glanced at her would surely find it impossible to believe this was a "person."
Her skull was completely distorted, covered with more than a dozen bulges and depressions of varying degrees. Half of her skin was still relatively smooth, while the other half was etched with brown wrinkles.
Most horrifying were her facial features: her left eye was tilted upward, her brow bone pressed down, and no eyeball was visible; her right eye had shrunk into a half-closed slit. Between the two eyes was a sunken nose bridge so collapsed it was barely visible. Her lower jaw was severely dislocated, pulling the upper and lower lips apart so that they overlapped by less than thirty percent, revealing uneven, jagged teeth—indescribably grotesque and terrifying.
Everyone knew that back then, Shen Wuyanye had forcibly carried a Divine Source with a seven-part Divine Rank, miraculously succeeding but suffering massive damage to her body. After that, she never showed her true face again. Even when stepping onto the Pure Land, she covered her face with a black veil.
People thought she had aged rapidly due to a loss of lifespan, hence unwilling to show her true face... No one expected that what was utterly destroyed was not only her vision, lifespan, and voice, but her entire skull and facial features had been twisted and deformed by the power of a true god back then.
In terms of facial irregularity alone, she was even more terrifying than the Abyss Ghosts of the Mist Sea.
On the distant Weaving Dream Mystic Vessel, even Meng Kongchan, upon the sudden sight, instinctively leaned back slightly.
Who was Dugu Zhuyuan? As a pure battle-crazed Xuan fanatic, he had slain countless Abyss Beasts and Abyss Ghosts in his life and had never known "fear." But under this sudden visual impact, his soul strings snapped, and in a moment of panic, Shen Wuyanye grabbed both his arms.
Behind them, the Xingyue Dual Venerables, who had been walking slowly while conversing, and Qiheng Divine Venerable all stopped simultaneously, their eyes full of shock.
"Xueyan... look! I have already restored my appearance, voice, and vision using the [Secret Canon]. Look at me now, listen to my voice... You have forgiven me... Then none of that happened, and everything can start over... Xueyan, Xueyan!"
The power of a Wuming Divine Venerable out of control was terrifying. Dugu Zhuyuan's arms were tightly gripped, nearly cracking, but he felt no pain at all. In his eyes was a terror he had long forgotten for countless years.
He erupted with profound force, trying to break free, but those hands were clamped on his arms like iron vices. Facing true divine power, no matter how he struggled, he was like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly immobile.
"Is this...?" Wu Shenxing whispered in doubt. Then, he suddenly noticed a strange silver gleam faintly emanating from Shen Wuyanye's twisted, terrifying eye sockets.
He and Wu Shenyue exchanged a silent glance.
That was unmistakably... the Strange Dream Epiphyllum of the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom!
"Monster... monster... monster!" Pan Buzhuo stumbled back several steps, his eyes wide with terror.
Pan Yusheng tilted his gaze, glancing distantly at the Weaving Dream Mystic Vessel that had not yet traveled far, and said indifferently, "Has Shen Wuyanye infuriated Meng Kongchan? Hmph, of all people to provoke, why court the offense of that smiling plague god?"
"Not long ago, she was arrogantly howling on Eden Cloud Summit, scorning all the kingdoms, quite the imposing figure. Now, Shen Wuyanye's face as a Divine Venerable is likely to be utterly lost."
Cultivators of the soul are most wary of extreme emotional fluctuations. As the one with the strongest soul among the six divine kingdoms, Meng Kongchan usually wore a faint smile, without authority or pride, looking harmless. But those familiar with the Weaving Dream Divine Kingdom know full well that when he doesn't get angry, all is fine, but once truly enraged, he can make people suffer a fate worse than death without a scratch, all while chatting and laughing.
"Wuming Divine Venerable, I am not Shen Wuxueyan! Let go!" Dugu Zhuyuan tried to break free again and again, his arms already splitting with cracks. "This is the Pure Land! Even if you are a Divine Venerable, you cannot... act recklessly!"
Little did he know, his stern voice, filled with the full authority of an Abyss Knight, fell upon Shen Wuyanye's ears as Shen Wuxueyan's tender whispers.
"Good... to have your words in this life, I will never again go against your will, never again doubt your words, never again act willfully. Whatever you want, I will give you..."
One of her hands released Dugu Zhuyuan's arm and, in his wide, bulging eyes, tremblingly reached toward his face:
"Xueyan... so many years have passed, but your appearance hasn't changed at all. Do you know how many times I have dreamed of you... how many times I have regretted... and how many times I have hated... Three parts hate you, seven parts hate myself... But when I wake, I force all that hate upon you..."
Dugu Zhuyuan's entire body trembled. He took a deep breath and suddenly roared with all his might... but it only stirred a few strands of Shen Wuyanye's hair, causing no ripple on her terrifying face, which was covered in confusion and intoxication. Instead, it sent the few Abyss Knights who had tried to help him flying far away.
Wuming Divine Venerable's five fingers finally landed on his face. Dugu Zhuyuan's entire body instantly tensed like a bowstring about to snap. He dared not take a breath, and the color drained from his face at an alarming speed... In his life, he had been on the brink of death several times, but his face had never turned so pale.
On the Weaving Dream Mystic Vessel, Meng Jianxi was full of confusion: "What's going on? Doesn't Shen Wuyanye deeply hate Shen Wuxueyan? The hatred is so great it radiates to all males in the world. But why... when facing 'Shen Wuxueyan' in the dream, is she like this?"
"..." Meng Kongchan slightly furrowed his brows but said nothing.
Yun Che pondered briefly, then said slowly, "This shows that the grudges between Wuming Divine Venerable and Shen Wuxueyan has another possibility. Roughly... it's that back then, Shen Wuxueyan was not truly indifferent to Shen Wuyanye. But by the time Shen Wuyanye realized it, she had already made an irreparable mistake, unable to accept the consequences she had wrought herself. Coupled with the mental distortion caused by forcefully bearing divine power... she became what she is now."
"But," Meng Jianxi looked at Meng Kongchan, "When I first became a Divine Son and learned from Father God about the past events of the divine kingdoms, Father God asserted that Shen Wuxueyan never truly liked the Shen Wuxihua of that time but was always using him."
Yun Che, however, said, "That statement itself has a big problem."
"Hmm?" Meng Jianxi turned her gaze.
Yun Che spoke slowly, "Matters of the heart are chaotic and complex. Sometimes even one's own self cannot sort them out, let alone an outsider. For Senior, as Dreamless Divine Venerable, to so assert someone else's feelings can only mean... Senior back then had some friendship with Shen Wuxueyan."
Meng Kongchan neither confirmed nor denied.
Meng Jianxi thought briefly, then suddenly understood: "Did Father God say that to protect the final dignity of an old friend?"
Meng Kongchan withdrew his gaze, turned around, and no longer looked at the distant Shen Wuyanye: "Gratitudes and grudges have all turned to ashes. Not quite an old friend, but there was some shallow acquaintance. I can only say that Shen Wuxueyan's end was ultimately self-inflicted. The details are hard for us outsiders to know fully, and there's no need to delve deeper. Let it serve as a lesson."
"The Great Divine Official is about to arrive. Time to go."
At that moment, a gaze that touched the soul landed on Yun Che.
He subtly shifted his eyes and saw Shen Wuyi. She had already withdrawn her gaze, looking at Shen Wuyanye with surprise and concern. Her hand rose naturally, and the tip of her slightly tilted finger pointed toward her own left ear.
"..." Yun Che's gaze slowly focused.
At the same time, her lips moved faintly—an extremely subtle movement, yet it was so clearly reflected in Yun Che's pupils.
Seven...
Orifices...
The Weaving Dream Mystic Vessel suddenly accelerated, and with a roar like a nine-day thunderclap, it rapidly disappeared over the horizon in the blink of an eye.
The suddenly intensified wind whipped Yun Che's robes and long hair. He closed his eyes and smiled softly, his hand unconsciously pressing gently over his heart.
Seven Orifices... Though for now I don't know what she refers to, at least she has responded on her own.
Even if all the past is lost, even if the world itself is completely severed... She... truly remains herself.
Boom——
A thunderous roar shook all souls upon the Pure Land, as if a giant celestial hammer had struck a bell hanging in the sky.
Amid the roar, the silver light in Shen Wuyanye's eyes instantly dissipated. A silver flower shadow silently shattered above her head.
The Great Divine Official slowly lowered his raised arm, his angry eyes fixed on Shen Wuyanye: "As a Divine Venerable, to be trapped in the Strange Dream Epiphyllum without even realizing it—how shameful!"
Shen Wuyanye suddenly threw off Dugu Zhuyuan. As if still not fully awake from the dream, she stiffly touched her own face... then let out a shriek like a vengeful ghost.
"Meng—Kong—Chan! I will kill you!!"
"Shen Wuyanye!"
The Great Divine Official addressed her by name directly, his voice carrying such heavy authority that it suppressed even her terrifying mania: "The Eternal Pure Land is right before us. This is a matter concerning the future fate of the Abyss! His Majesty the Abyss Emperor has issued a royal decree on Eden Cloud Summit: Before the passage to the Eternal Pure Land opens, all Divine Venerables must preserve their Divine Sources to the greatest extent!"
"During this time, if anyone dares to provoke a battle between Divine Venerables, causing damage to a Divine Source... the Pure Land will surely impose the harshest sanctions!"
"Whatever grudges exist, you can settle them yourselves when you set foot on the Eternal Pure Land in the future!"
A new black veil was grabbed by Shen Wuyanye and draped over her head: "Let's go!"
That single word, filled with such violence, fury, and murderous intent, sent chills through all the women of the Eternal Night.
Behind her, Shen Wuyi, who had been supported by Shen Wuyouluan, silently stared at Shen Wuyanye's back for a moment.
So... that's it.
A doubt she had long held was resolved in the scenes just now...
—End—