After hearing Zhan Ye’s insane idea, Meng Ruji only wanted to know how he planned to do it and how she could stop his plan.
But she couldn’t ask directly, so she kept her head down in contemplation.
Zhan Ye went on to tell Meng Ruji another round of “world destruction” theories—nothing more than human nature being inherently evil and seeking rebirth, and such talk.
Meng Ruji let it all go in one ear and out the other.
Seeing she had no interest, Zhan Ye stopped talking and got up to leave.
Before leaving, he told Meng Ruji: “When we return to the mortal realm, perhaps I can let you come with me to meet that god named Mo Yi.”
“Weren’t all the heavenly gods killed by immortals long ago?”
Zhan Ye shook his head: “She’s still alive.”
The stone in Meng Ruji’s chest jumped again, but with her arms folded, she showed no abnormality.
Zhan Ye left.
Meng Ruji sat on the bed for a while longer. After the unpleasant aura in the room completely dissipated, she began to sit cross-legged, close her eyes, concentrate, and regulate her breathing.
This time, her mind was somewhat troubled, and it took quite a while before she entered the dreamscape of consciousness.
However…
Unlike the dream space she had entered before, this time, Meng Ruji seemed to have fallen into an even darker, more deathly abyss, surrounded by pitch-black darkness where she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face.
There were no gray fog clouds either. Meng Ruji couldn’t help calling out: “Mo Li?”
Then she discovered that her voice also fell into the darkness.
Just as Meng Ruji was wondering if she had somehow gone astray in her cultivation due to mental instability, a low, muffled groan came from the deathly silent darkness.
Meng Ruji’s ears perked up. She looked tentatively toward where the sound came from, and sure enough, there she vaguely saw a “brightness” different from the black background.
It was a fog cloud of a slightly lighter color.
Was it a dream?
Meng Ruji drifted toward that only fog cloud. As she got closer, she saw nothing, but the sounds she heard changed from gasps to murmured whispers.
A voice was saying…
“Kill them…”
Rustling sounds, sometimes hateful, sometimes weeping…
“Kill them.”
Meng Ruji approached the mist. She leaned forward to peer into it, wanting to see clearly which of her dreams this belonged to, but suddenly, a hand landed on Meng Ruji’s shoulder.
Meng Ruji drew in a sharp breath, somewhat startled and angry as she turned around: “Mo Li! What are you pretending to be mysterious about now?”
After scolding, she saw that the person in front of her wasn’t Mo Li, but… Mu Sui.
He carried a bit of light that illuminated the surroundings. Before Meng Ruji could react, he waved his hand to drive away the mist behind her.
Mu Sui’s expression was calm and cool. He glanced at Meng Ruji, and seeing her expression was normal, said: “Don’t call other people’s names in dreams. Change this habit.”
“You even care when I scold him?” Meng Ruji was somewhat speechless. After saying a couple of sentences, she turned to look at the fog cloud, only to discover that Mu Sui had already driven it away. “I hadn’t finished looking. Was that your dream?”
“Nothing worth seeing.”
Meng Ruji pouted: “So mysterious.” She stopped investigating further and looked around. “How did I end up in your dream?”
“It’s our dream.” Mu Sui pointed in a direction. At the other end of the darkness, many light-colored fog clouds were floating over from that direction. “The nightmare technique connected our dreamscapes.”
“Husband went back and fell asleep right away—quite quickly.”
“To meet my wife in dreams, I should naturally do my utmost.”
“Tsk tsk, husband truly says the sweetest words but uses the coldest tone.”
“Likewise.”
Having sparred to a draw, Meng Ruji turned to look around: “I don’t know where Mo Li went. Let’s find him—he should be here. I have things to ask him.”
Seeing Meng Ruji speak seriously, Mu Sui didn’t say much, just glanced around and pointed in a direction: “Over there, where you have the most dreams. Let’s look—they might gather around the nightmare technique master.”
Meng Ruji was somewhat surprised: “You know quite a lot.”
“I’ve read many books.”
Meng Ruji scoffed, walking alongside Mu Sui while saying: “What a coincidence—my body happens to be in your Zhuliu City right now. Tell me, where is your study in Zhuliu City? Let me go broaden my knowledge and see what books you’ve been reading.”
“Would he let you move freely?”
“I can make him let me move freely.”
Hearing this, Mu Sui looked at Meng Ruji with displeasure: “If you have such ability, why not explore the whereabouts of that golden staff instead?”
“Oh.” Meng Ruji realized. “Speaking of the golden staff, I roughly know where it is. When we see Mo Li later, I’ll tell you both my guess together. But before that, you must explain those three golden beans you brought to find me—what’s that about!?”
Meng Ruji accused: “I’m honest with you, yet you’re hiding private money!”
Mu Sui looked somewhat helpless: “I’m not hiding anything.”
“Ha… so it fell from the sky?”