Dream Dragon Slaying Method, High Heaven Opens Today

(As the title says, there will be two more chapters tonight.)

"Old Yuan, protect me!"

Wei Busǐ simply gave this instruction, then went to pick up his grandson Wei Zheng, stuffed a handful of spinach into his mouth, and placed it in front of the incense burner.

He glanced sideways and said:

"Yuchi Jingde has died and was buried yesterday. The baby in Yuchi's womb is due in half a month."

Yuan Tiandao nodded silently.

"I will bestow upon that infant the name Yuchi Jingde using the Heavenly Book."

Wei Busǐ hummed in agreement:

"The twenty-four people cannot be separated; the Great Tomb is about to open, and the Imperial Mausoleum is about to be unveiled."

After speaking, he bowed to the offering of his grandson on the incense table.

The little boy ate all the spinach in his hand, and then sat obediently without moving.

Wei Busǐ bowed to him three more times before getting into bed, picking up the two lotus flowers that Yuan Tiandao handed him, and falling asleep immediately.

After falling into a deep sleep.

An Immortal Shadow silently appeared, stepping onto one of the lotus flowers representing the person with the surname 'Zhang'.

The next instant,

The Immortal Shadow disappeared into the lotus flower, and the lotus flower withered abruptly.

"The Dream Dragon Slaying Method," Yuan Tiandao murmured, his eyes vacant. Leaning on his iron cane, he stood quietly to the side, protecting his sleeping old friend.

He touched the High Heaven Token in his arms.

Wei Busǐ, with a figure as ethereal as Immortal Shadow, carried on his back the very sword whose blade his ancestor had once used to slay the Dragon King.

He followed the ethereal path of cause and effect, and a majestic divine realm was already faintly visible.

"What a profound divine realm!"

Wei Busǐ clicked his tongue in amazement. Over the years, he had used the Dream Dragon Slaying Method many times, directly entering the spiritual world of those in the Godless Realm to kill them.

Those who possess a divine realm are executed within that realm—either in the spiritual world or within the divine realm, while their physical body also dies instantly.

But I have never seen such a magnificent divine realm!

Even he and Old Yuan were far inferior.

"This man surnamed Zhang seems rather strange."

Wei Busǐ frowned, took the Dragon Slaying Sword from his back, and hesitated. Should he go find that guy called [Zhongji] first?

Never mind.

There's an old saying that goes, "Since we're already here..."

He took a deep breath, put two fingers together, and gently drew a line on the majestic divine realm.

It wasn't cut open.

Wei Busǐ was stunned for a moment, then tried again, putting all his strength into it, but the majestic divine realm remained unmoved!

"Such a divine realm exists in the world?!"

He was shocked. He raised the Dragon Slaying Sword and slashed fiercely with the longsword stained with the black blood of the Dragon King!

A faint dragon's Dragon's Roar could be heard.

The majestic divine realm rippled slightly, a small crack appearing at its boundary, which then rapidly closed up again.

Wei Busǐ frowned, drew his sword and slashed again, and once more Dragon's Roar was heard!

Nine consecutive Dragon's Roar,

The dark, dragon-king's blood on the sword's edge seemed to flow and writhe, finally tearing a gap about half a person's width open in this majestic divine realm.

Immediately, the Immortal Shadow entered, sword in hand.

The scene before my eyes suddenly blurred.

When everything became clear again, the Immortal Shadow, sword in hand, looked around; it seemed to be in a Daoist temple.

Ahead stood a grand hall, flanked by eighty-one small houses. Looking down, one found oneself standing on a Yin Yang Evil Eye Diagram.

"A friend has come from afar."

"Isn't that delightful?"

Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out from the hall, and Wei Busǐ's expression changed. This was the first time he had been discovered!

For a moment, they were caught in a dilemma.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky, where he could only see the flowing, liquid-like Rosy Clouds of the sunset. He let out a soft hum.

Carrying the Dragon Slaying Sword, Immortal Shadow walked step by step into the grand hall.

Upon entering the main hall,

Then he saw a young man sitting with his back to him in front of a shrine, his figure blocking his view so that he could not see the contents of the shrine clearly.

"Then."

Wei Busǐ heard the young man, who was facing the shrine with his back to him, speak slowly:

"Back then, in the ancient city of Chang'an..."

Wei Busǐ had just picked up the Dragon Slaying Sword, was startled. His Immortal Shadow swayed, and a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.

The young man continued:

"In the ancient city of Chang'an, Yuan Shoucheng once made a bet with the Jing River Dragon King about the timing of the rain. In order to win this bet, the Jing River Dragon King broke the heavenly rules."

Wei Busǐ gripped the Dragon Slaying Sword tightly.

The young man also said:

"Therefore, the courtier Wei Zheng, in a dream, ascended to the Heavenly Dragon Slaying Platform, causing the Jing River Dragon King to submit and retract his scales."

"Then he lifted his robes, stepped forward, and raised the frost-covered blade. The sword flashed, and the dragon's head fell—this is the dragon-slaying in the dream."

Wei Busǐ a chill run down his spine. Without a word, he turned and left, only to find that the path he had taken outside the main hall was no longer there.

Instead, there was a decaying bridge and billowing gray fog!

To leave, one must cross the bridge.

He had barely lifted his foot when his intuition was already screaming warnings, and even the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand was ringing out!

The Dragon King's blood surged.

Wei Busǐ ultimately did not dare to step onto the Ancient Bridge outside the palace gate.

He turned around, clasped his hands around his sword, bowed, and then spoke in a dry voice:

"May I ask who you are?"

The young man who had his back to him turned around. He was handsome and his eyes held fine starlight, as if they contained an endless, empty abyss!

Wei Busǐ the Dragon Slaying Sword, a chill emanating from his back.

This trip was a complete disaster.

He heard the young man smile:

"Descendants of Wei Zheng?"

Wei Busǐ's lips trembled, and he nodded:

"Yes."

The mysterious young man remained seated on the futon, speaking casually:

"It's strange, how come there are still twenty-four people from the Lingyan Pavilion in Chang'an Town? Is it a method left behind by the Heavenly Khan?"

Wei Busǐ's breath hitched, and he stared intently at the young man:

"Who exactly are you? How do you know such things from the past?"

"I?"

The young man spoke softly:

You can call me Zhang Fusheng.

"As for these old matters?"

He smiled nonchalantly, without saying a word, only letting out a sigh:

"The Thousand Mile Zhaoling, buries emperors; its purple qi soars to the heavens, reaching Chang'an."

Zhang Fusheng's gaze fell on Wei Busǐ.

The pressure from the opponent was terrifying, especially the longsword stained with black blood.

Just staring at it caused a stinging pain between my eyebrows!

But he was not afraid, for behind him was the Heaven and Earth Tablet. As long as he stood up and made way, everyone who saw the tablet would prostrate themselves.

This Immortal Shadow was no exception.

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly:

"I'm very curious about the Dream Dragon Slaying Method. How about we make a trade?"

The Immortal Shadow remained silent, silently holding the Dragon Slaying Sword, pondering how to escape.

This Ancient Bridge is absolutely off-limits.

He heard the young man named Zhang Fusheng continue speaking:

"How about this: you ask me one question, and I'll answer to the best of my ability, in exchange for your 'Dream Dragon Slaying Method,' how about that?"

Zhang Fusheng was genuinely curious. This method of entering another person's divine realm through a dream, following the connections of cause and effect, was mysterious and profound.

Furthermore, he himself was well-versed in the Path of Karma.

Immortal Shadow was silent for a moment, then suddenly nodded:

"Okay, but I need to ask first."

"Of course it's possible." Zhang Fusheng nodded with a smile.

Wei Busǐ took a deep breath. The person before him was far too mysterious, speaking only of secrets from the old world.

At this moment, he asked:

"Where did you hear these secrets from?"

Zhang Fusheng calmly said:

"Heavenly Venerable, World Venerable, Central Extreme Cult Master."

"Who are they?"

"The Celestial Venerable sits Above High Heaven; in the old world, some called him the Ancestor of the Dao."

"The World-Honored One is the Tathagata."

"The Central Extreme Cult Master is the former ruler of the Nine Netherworlds and the Great Emperor of the Underworld."

As he uttered these titles, Wei Busǐ, if not for his Immortal Shadow, would have been drenched in sweat.

He couldn't tell if it was true or false, but...

The World Honored One, he knew.

That day, the arrow struck thirty-three cities, leaving them in awe. He and Old Yuan were also amazed for a long time.

So Wei Busǐ gritted his teeth and asked again:

"And who exactly are you?"

"I?"

Zhang Fusheng smiled and stood up:

"I am the former Public Security Bureau Chief of Chongyang City —yes, I just stepped down."

Wei Busǐ frowned, finally remembering where he had heard the name Zhang Fusheng before.

Only

The thought had barely formed when the young man said leisurely:

"I, too, am the one who drew my bow and shot my arrow, smashing the lintel of the Cui family."

A blurry, Flame God Mountain appeared behind him, and his form gradually changed, transforming into a bull demon exuding immense evil in Wei Busǐ's horrified gaze!

The Bull Demon King simply stood there quietly.

A fierce and violent aura surged forth, and Wei Busǐ, having been touched by even a trace of it, felt an uncontrollable surge of rage within him.

I want to tear everything I see to shreds, rip it apart, and smash it!

The Heaven-Pacifying Great Sage Scripture can only be cultivated by those who have entered the demonic path.

Despite countless times succumbing to demonic possession, Zhang Fusheng has only achieved Minor Accomplishment level of mastery today.

In this way.

The moment the Bull Demon appeared in the world, his demonic aura truly surged to the heavens.

If Zhang Fusheng didn't restrain himself at all, all he had to do was stand in the city in his Bull Demon form—for a short while at most—

That's enough to drive the entire city mad!

Wei Busǐ gasped for breath, staring in horror at the bull demon before him. At this moment, he believed nine-tenths of what the other party had said.

That day, the Ten Thousand Zang Ox Demon drew his bow and shot out Merciful Divine Arrow!

The demonic energy suddenly dissipated.

The Bull Demon transformed into a Vajra, a Buddha statue sixteen feet tall, radiating compassion and purity.

A sixteen-foot-tall Vajra.

The Flame God Mountain behind them then transformed into a single syllable, [Om], formed from a vast Sea of Consciousness.

Zhang Fusheng spoke slowly:

"I am also a Vajra of Buddhism, walking among humans to save all sentient beings."

The Buddha Light shimmered.

Wei Busǐ froze.

He heard Zhang Fusheng say lightly:

"In that case, may you tell me the method for slaying the dragon in a dream?"

"In addition."

Zhang Fusheng, having regained his normal figure, sat gracefully on the prayer mat and said with a smile:

"Could I borrow a bit of this sword's edge to anchor myself in the Divine Realm?"

Wei Busǐ stared at the handsome young man, pondered for a few moments, and then nodded decisively.

He said in a deep voice:

"Chang'an Town does not wish to antagonize you."

A Dream Dragon Slaying Method was presented, along with a Dragon Slaying Sword.

The Dream Dragon Slaying Method, while not exactly mystical, possesses its own profound wonder.

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly, gradually becoming engrossed, yet he was surprised to find that this method actually contained a touch of Buddhist charm!

This is a teaching from Buddhism.

The Dream Dragon Slaying Method.

He connected this to the idea of "Dream Enlightenment Technique."

After listening to the wonderful teachings, I finished.

Zhang Fusheng reached out and took the Dragon Slaying Sword handed to him by Wei Busǐ, gently stroked it, and enveloped it with his divine sense.

Three hundred and sixty-five scrolls flickered, most of them meaningless. This Jian Yi followed Wei Zheng and had not traveled to many Mountain God lands.

There is only one difference.

"The Dragon Slaying Platform?"

In one scene, he gazed upon a celestial platform in the clouds, stained with thick dragon blood, with a divine pillar standing in the center, topped with a gleaming iron lock.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow.

The scenes anchored in the divine realm are all unique.

In other words, Wei Busǐ and his family never actually set their sights on this Dragon Slaying Platform.

Am I really that lucky?

With a flick of his finger and a slight thought, a roar resounded within the divine realm, Dragon Slaying Platform appeared in the clouds, solidifying with a thunderous crash!

Swaying slightly, Wei Busǐ asked in surprise:

"What have you anchored to?"

"Nothing more than the place where Wei Zheng slew the Dragon King back then, nothing more."

Wei Busǐ's eyes widened.

He wanted to speak further, to talk to this mysterious man, but saw that Zhang Fusheng had already gotten up to see him off.

"Following this Ancient Bridge, you can return to where you came from."

"Please?"

Wei Busǐ speechless. He caught the Dragon Slaying Sword that Zhang Fusheng threw to him, remained silent for a moment, and then turned and left.

Without any hesitation or fuss.

The moment High Antiquity.

The old man let out a muffled groan, feeling an incredible weight pressing down on his shoulders. He tried to turn around, but couldn't!

The Ancient Bridge was surrounded by swirling mist, a scene of deathly stillness, decay, and ruin.

Keep going, keep going.

When they stepped off the bridge, they were back in the Wei residence.

As the Immortal Shadow returned to his body, Wei Busǐ abruptly sat up in bed, exclaiming in surprise:

"Old Yuan, that Celestial Venerable of the Gaotian Association comes from the old world, knows about the old world, and was once revered as the Dao Ancestor!"

The shouts went unanswered.

Wei Busǐ stared intently.

Only then did they realize that Yuan Tiandao had been holding the High Heaven Token attentively, motionless and with a solemn expression.

It was as if they had heard Imperial Decree and entered a place beyond words.