Meng Po!
However, Zhou Yuan did not intend to use the Northern Profound Origin Water Control Banner to suppress them.
"Using the status of Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure to temporarily suppress these beings is merely a stopgap measure."
He looked up at the Blood Moon in the sky.
The true instrument of suppression will fall here.
"But before heading to the Blood Moon, I still need to pay a visit to that person."
Zhou Yuan stepped out of the cave, holding a bamboo staff, and transformed into a streak of light, heading towards a corner of the Netherworld.
While he was capturing these remnants of Chaos Demon God souls.
The one on the Bridge of Helplessness did not intervene.
The signal emitted by this being was all too clear.
You go your way, I'll guard my Bridge of Helplessness.
'Let's not get in each other's way.'
But... the wealth of the Netherworld is far too vast.
Zhou Yuan must eliminate all discordant factors and prevent any possible accidents.
Therefore, the Dream Demon God must be encountered.
The River of Forgetfulness Water flows swiftly.
On the dark and ancient Bridge of Helplessness of Helplessness, an old woman with a full head of silver hair and dressed simply opened her eyes with a smile on her face.
"Three thousand years have passed in vain, and eight hundred autumns have been spent in vain in a grand dream."
"The River of Oblivion, the Yellow Springs Water, remain unchanged."
"Unfortunately, my sweet dream has come to an end."
The old lady looked up at the sky.
Under the Red Moon.
A mystical aura filled the air, accompanied by divine music.
Countless rays of celestial light condensed into a magnificent canopy.
A Daoist priest in a green robe arrived, stepping on the moonlight.
The old woman in black robes slowly stirred the stone pot on the Bridge of Helplessness.
A moment later.
Steam rose from the stone pot.
A myriad of wondrous phenomena shrouded in mist.
A scroll unfolds, encompassing the Great Thousand Universes.
"Go!"
The old woman in the black robe slightly raised the soup ladle in her hand.
The Great Thousand Universes formed from clouds and mist enveloped Zhou Yuan in the Grand Void.
"Since you dare to come to the Bridge of Helplessness..."
"Then let this old woman weigh you."
The old woman in black robes' voice echoed throughout the void.
The world seemed to have entered a moment of disillusionment.
Everywhere was a vast expanse of white, like a dream, like reality.
Then, bizarre and varied creatures appeared in the world, enacting joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the myriad aspects of life.
Truth and falsehood are intertwined, and the real and the unreal are difficult to distinguish.
"Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns."
"When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood; when nothingness is taken for existence, even existence becomes nothingness."
Zhou Yuan's eyes were unfocused.
In that instant, he seemed to transform into the giant god Pangu, World Creation heaven and earth and supporting them to immortality.
It was as if he had transformed into the Dao Ancestor, preaching the Tao in the Purple Heavens and enlightening countless worlds.
It was as if he had become the master of a great sect, with hundreds of millions of disciples, and with a thought, he could recreate the Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind.
He is the Heavenly Emperor and the Dao Ancestor.
He was the Buddha, and also the ancestor of humanity.
But in an instant, the heavens wept, the earth caved in, and the great calamity of the Dharma's End Age arrived.
Everything is gone.
Bloodstains in the Ling Xiao Palace, the collapse of Mount Sumeru, and ruins on Kunlun Mountain.
Gods are dead, immortals have perished, and Buddhas have entered Nirvana.
A brightly lit, neon-lit city.
A young Daoist priest was reciting Daoist scriptures, swaying his head and looking around with a dream and longing for flying through the sky and disappearing into the earth, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening.
"In the beginning of time, who passed on the teachings?"
"Before the upper and lower realms were formed, how could we investigate them?"
After a long while, Zhou Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were filled with the marks of time.
"The Way of Dreams".
"A vast dream Three Thousand Worlds."
"Not bad, not bad."
He clapped his hands in admiration.
His palm trembled slightly.
Rumble!
The Five Elements Divine Thunder roared.
Amidst the rolling Thunderclouds, a path of Great Annihilation and carnage unfolds.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Thunderous upheavals stirred up ripples in the ages, causing dimensions to collapse inch by inch, until even the Grand Void itself was transformed into a sea of thunder.
But the world surrounding Zhou Yuan remained unchanged.
In the bizarre and fantastical dream world, there is no fear of the sun and moon, no fear of water and fire, no fear of time, and no fear of thunder.
"Fellow Daoist, you may leave now. I will use the Dao of Dream Dao to bestow upon you further good fortune."
How about we keep to ourselves and not interfere with each other?
The old woman in the black robe spoke.
She gazed at the Daoist priest, who was shrouded in a dreamlike space, with a complex expression.
His dream.
How could she not see it?
Does it involve time? The past, the future?
'What a complicated dream.'
'What a complex creature.'
Complexity means trouble.
But all I want is peace and quiet.
That's why she spoke up, intending to get rid of Zhou Yuan.
She emerged from the chaos, and most of the karma she carried had already been worn away during the Dragon-Han Crimson Bright Tribulation.
I don't want to cause any more trouble at this point.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yuan, who was in the Grand Void, chuckled softly and shook his head, saying:
"Please wait a moment, senior."
"I, this humble Daoist, will seek this opportunity myself."
He surveyed the entire dreamscape and sighed:
"Everything I have seen is an illusion."
"But, the past, the present, and the future."
Who can say for sure?
A grand dream, though it was the Dream Demon God who took the initiative.
But Zhou Yuan was not angry at all; instead, he felt a sense of gratitude.
Because he has attained enlightenment.
Although it was just a spark of inspiration.
But Hunyuan was no longer just a mirage to him.
"Zha!"
A loudspeaker sounded.
Ripples spread across the four directions of emptiness, and time dimmed and disappeared.
The sound of the beginning of heaven and earth brought with it the breath of chaos.
Vast and boundless, formless and colorless.
Suddenly!
A dazzling axe light emanated from Zhou Yuan's palm, illuminating the ten directions of the world and shattering the Grand Void.
It was as if the entire spacetime was shrouded in a tyrannical and terrifying will, supreme, divine, and holy.
Endless carnage and the Heavenly Will were concentrated in a single axe, shattering the void in all directions and destroying the boundless earth.
Yin and Yang are separated, Heaven is clear and Earth is turbid.
"The World Creation."
"The Pangu Axe was naturally used to cleave the heavens and earth."
"The world in my dreams is still the world!"
Zhou Yuan spoke calmly.
He crossed the collapsing virtual world.
Their gaze fell upon the old woman in the black robe, covered in eerie red hair and exuding an ominous aura.
He paused slightly.
This senior colleague is really dedicated!
The old woman in black robes stared blankly at her shattered dream world.
'Pangu, plagued by disease.'
'It's you again, it's you again.'
'Something that won't leave Yin Soul.'
'At the time of creation, I will annihilate my Three Thousand Worlds.'
'Even now that I've hidden myself in the netherworld, I still can't escape Pangu's axe?!'
After the initial shock, the old woman slowly plucked the red hairs off her body.
After restoring it to its original state.
He then tremblingly bowed to Zhou Yuan and said with a smile:
"This old woman, Meng Jiuyou, greets Fellow Daoist Taiyuan."
Faced with this ancient giant, Zhou Yuan dared not be arrogant.
He landed on the Bridge of Helplessness, performed the junior's greeting, and solemnly returned the greeting:
"Junior Taiyuanzi greets the Dream Demon God."
The old lady smiled and shook her head:
"Chaos is a thing of the past."
"To make a living in the new world, you have to follow the rules of the new world."
"The Dream Demon God is a thing of the past."
My name is Meng Jiuyou.
"Fellow Daoist, may I call this old Meng Po?"