Is Senior Sleeping? Clearly He's Comprehending the Dao!

"Enough! Stop this wailing and howling; it's a disgrace!"

A cold, hoarse voice, as if it could scrape the flesh right off a person's bones, rang out abruptly.

Ghost Leopard Douluo's sobbing stopped instantly.

A cold, withered hand, resembling an iron claw, had appeared from nowhere to clamp onto his shoulder, dragging him forcibly away from Chrysanthemum Douluo's embrace.

It was Ghost Douluo.

No emotion could be discerned on his gloomy face.

Yet, the surrounding temperature seemed to plummet by several degrees.

Ghost Leopard Douluo shuddered, immediately snapping his mouth shut and stifling even his whimpers, though his body continued to tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Tuoba Xi, Demon Bear Douluo, and the others nearby couldn't help but give Ghost Douluo a mental thumbs-up.

Old Ghost is still the only one who can cure any ailment.

Of course, Ghost Douluo would never admit it.

He simply felt that Ghost Leopard's tear-streaked, snot-covered old face pressed against Yue Guan's luxurious, pristine robes was an eyesore.

A massive eyesore.

Was Yue Guan's shoulder something a fool like that could lean on whenever he pleased?

His eyes, hidden in the shadows, coldly glanced at the stain soaked with tears and snot on Chrysanthemum Douluo's shoulder, his voice growing even more hoarse and piercing.

"If you wish to seek the senior's opportunity, then show some... dignity."

With that, he stopped wasting words. He grabbed Ghost Leopard Douluo by the back of his collar with his iron-like hand and dragged him toward Maple Dye Pavilion as if he were a dead dog.

Chrysanthemum Douluo watched his old companion's resolute back, then looked down at the stain on his own shoulder.

On that enchanting face, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint, imperceptible arc of pleasure that no one noticed.

Finally, under the dull, terrified, and endlessly sympathetic gazes of the residents of Spirit City, this farce finally came to an end.

Before the simple and elegant door of Maple Dye Pavilion.

The group of incredibly distinguished guests from yesterday had gathered once again, not a single one missing.

Only, the style of the procession had become somewhat... indescribable.

Ghost Douluo still walked at the very front, his signature black robe fluttering without wind, exuding a cold, forbidding aura that kept others at a distance.

The only difference was that he was dragging a dejected "pendant" in his hand.

Behind them, Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched his orchid fingers, lightly covering his mouth with his precious "Yue Guan's Sigh," his eyes filled with a strange hint of a smile as he watched Ghost Douluo's back.

Spirit Kite Douluo observed Ghost Leopard Douluo's miserable state with great interest, the schadenfreude almost overflowing from her phoenix eyes, which burned with golden divine flames.

Naturally, her "good disciple" Yan, sporting a "pig head," followed closely behind her.

At the very end of the line was the solemn-faced Tuoba Xi.

In the eyes of the siblings Hu Liena and Xie Yue on either side of him, there was nothing but the piety of those about to meet a god.

The group finally arrived once more before the door that seemed to separate the mortal world from the divine realm.

"Senior, we... have come to disturb you again."

Ghost Leopard Douluo, still being dragged, hurriedly followed suit, bowing and saluting with a posture humble enough to touch the dust.

However.

One second.

Two seconds.

A long time passed, and no response came from within the shop.

A deathly silence.

Ghost Douluo took a deep breath, stepped forward first, and bowed deeply and respectfully toward the figure lying on the rocking chair inside.

Ghost Douluo's heart tightened as he slowly raised his head, peering cautiously toward the back of the counter.

On the rocking chair, the figure they regarded as a god, the master of heaven and earth's creation, was currently fast asleep, eyes closed, chest rising and falling steadily.

His breathing was even, his expression serene.

The senior...

Is he asleep?

At that very moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Spirit Kite Douluo, and the others had caught up, almost subconsciously opening their mouths to offer greetings.

Just as they were about to make a sound, Ghost Douluo used the fastest speed of his life to blast a thought filled with extreme terror and warning into the minds of everyone behind him!

"Silence!"

Everyone's footsteps stopped in unison outside the door at this very moment, as if there were an invisible, sacred boundary within that they dared not cross by even a fraction.

Ghost Douluo's hoarse divine sense rang out once more, this time carrying an absolute reverence that originated from the depths of his soul.

"The Senior... is resting."

"We must not disturb him!"

Upon hearing this, a group of Title Douluo, who could stir up storms in the outside world, did not even dare to breathe loudly.

They feared that the slightest breath they exhaled would become a sin, disturbing the slumber of a god.

Resting?

No!

This mundane word flashed through their minds for only a fleeting moment before being completely crushed by an even more extreme awe and terror emanating from the depths of their souls.

After witnessing those miracles capable of defying the heavens, reshaping spirits, and bestowing divine fire, who would be naive enough to think that this Senior would need simple sleep like a mortal?

This was by no means a simple rest!

This was clearly a higher level of... cultivation, one they could neither understand nor even imagine!

Was he wandering the void in his dreams?

Or was he comprehending the ultimate truths of heaven and earth with his divine soul?

How could mere mortals like them catch even a glimpse of a god's majesty?

To be able to stand guard here, quietly and without making a single sound, was in itself... a tremendous honor.

For a time, everyone followed Ghost Douluo's example, bowing respectfully and silently toward that small shop door.

The piety of their posture far exceeded that shown when meeting the Pope!

Just like that, the power-wielding Title Douluo of Spirit Hall stood motionless outside the door of Maple Dye Pavilion like the most devout believers.

They even spontaneously formed a human wall, completely sealing off the street.

Any passerby who attempted to approach would be scared out of their wits and flee in a panic, driven away by the invisible, terrifying aura that was enough to freeze the soul.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Two hours passed quietly.

Among this group of top-tier powerhouses, who could make the continent tremble with a single stomp, not one showed the slightest bit of impatience.

On the contrary.

Their expressions grew increasingly respectful, and the awe in their eyes deepened.

To be able to "stand guard" for such a god-like, great existence and personally feel the Dao rhymes emanating from his "cultivation" was, in itself, a supreme opportunity that money could not buy!

Although, because their own cultivation was still shallow, they couldn't actually feel those Dao rhymes...

Inside the shop.

Lin Feng, on his rocking chair, finally let out a satisfied nasal sound and slowly woke from his deep slumber.

Refreshing!

He had stayed up until midnight researching the fusion gameplay of "Ice and Fire Dual Heaven," and this sleep had been damn good!

He exhaled a long breath of stale air, his joints stretching out as he subconsciously prepared to stretch and let out a pleasant yawn.

However, the very instant his eyelids cracked open.

All his movements froze instantly!