"So it is Miss Hui Shuhang," Sique’s expression remained calm: "I heard that Miss Hui Shuhang is not in good health and cannot walk. You must have co through dreaming this ti."
This Black Water Dream, like a transit station, can resonate with various worlds, and is a space personally created by Sique.
Here, you might see people from different worlds. They coincidentally resonated with Sique’s dream while dreaming, thus their consciousness arrived here. When they wake up, their consciousness returns.
"Indeed." Hui Shuhang let go of her skirt, her hands overlapping at her abdon.
"Does Miss Hui Shuhang have any issues?" Sique had t more than one person from Otherworld here. So were strong, others were ordinary people who accidentally resonated. They all guessed that Sique is the master of the Black Water Dream and thus sought help from Sique.
A power user from Ming Hui’s place wished to beco strong. Sique took his emotions as the price and gifted him a bottle of Dragon Blood.
A host from The World of Old Days wished to be the most famous host on the internet. Sique took her beauty as the price and wrote her a persona of eloquence and a beautiful appearance.
An ordinary person from an unknown world wished to beco super rich. Sique took away his kinship and love as the price and gifted him a backpack of gold.
To gain sothing, to lose sothing.
Sique loved staying in the Black Water Dream because various types of people would appear. Listening to their stories sparked novel inspiration for Sique.
For those people, this was a life-changing adventure. They accidentally dread and gained what they had hoped for their entire lives.
Gradually, people called the Black Water Dream a place to fulfill wishes, only the lucky ones could dream of it.
Hui Shuhang calmly said: "I do not have any wishes; what I seek is rely to see an old friend before I die, but that friend left earlier. Therefore, I have nothing to ask."
Sique raised an eyebrow: "Is that so? But I see Miss Hui Shuhang is weak and will not live much longer, are you not here to seek Chang Sheng?"
Hui Shuhang shook her head with indifference: "Life and death are destined matters, I have long seen them lightly. If I leave, perhaps I can catch up with my old friend’s steps."
Sique had seen too many greedy people who desired to fulfill any wish. Hui Shuhang was quite unique.
"So Miss Hui Shuhang is just here for a cup of tea?"
"Indeed, there is important business." Hui Shuhang raised her right shoulder, and the white sparrow on her shoulder flew up.
"Who is this?" Sique asked.
"...I have brought Your Majesty to your side." Hui Shuhang picked up her skirt again and bowed.
The sparrow’s silver eyes vast as the universe t Sique’s gaze.
"Oh." Sique instantly beca interested: "This is the legendary Holy Initiation, the ceiling of combat power in World Ga, renowned for overpowering various deities, I’ve heard much about you. Unexpectedly, you’re of the sa clan as ."
He puffed into a black and white magpie, flapped his wings to greet the white sparrow.
However, those silver eyes, ethereal like immortals, did not linger on him.
"There is a misunderstanding, Sique," Hui Shuhang shook her head: "The deceased cannot return; Your Majesty is already gone, this sparrow is rely his incarnation left before he passed."
"Really dead?" Sique scratched his head with his wing.
He heard that Su Ming’an killed the weak phase of Holy Initiation, but he thought it was a fake death; with a combat power of 9999, how could Holy Initiation be killed by a sword.
But Hui Shuhang said it was true.
"So things are higher than life. No matter how powerful, there can be willing reasons to die." Hui Shuhang said, "But maybe, I still don’t understand His Majesty completely. I was previously so close-minded, not knowing the vast universe beyond the world, nor the concept of High Dinsions. Perhaps His Majesty’s true self is still in the universe, and we are rely dealing with one of his incarnations, it is all still unknown."
"Oh, similar to Dieying and Little A’ba?" Sique nodded. The original Noah was one of Dieying’s incarnations. Perhaps Ming Hui’s Holy Initiation is one of High Dinsional Holy Initiation’s incarnations.
Yet, this was just a speculation; who’s to say this Majesty must be High Dinsional? Maybe Holy Initiation indeed has no desire to continue living, Sique wouldn’t presu others’ life and death views with his logic.
"I understand... I’ll keep this bird as a pet then." Sique looked at the snow-white sparrow, it was quite beautiful, with smooth feathers and eyes like snow, prettier than his magpie.
"...I am not your pet." An ethereal voice rang.
Sique looked again and found it was the sparrow speaking.
Those snow-white eyes shifted, like splendor converged from the heavens.
"Sique, please do not underestimate Your Majesty’s incarnation." Hui Shuhang knelt and bowed: "I’m returning, tomorrow I must et Lord Dan Shuang."
"...The opportunity to enter the Black Water Dream is rare, perhaps you’ll never dream this place again, do you really not need Chang Sheng?" Sique looked up. He had relics left by Goddess of Life Lotasha, capable of extending life.
"The world is vast, everything contends, and Ming Hui is orderly. My presence or absence holds no significance." Hui Shuhang turned her back on him: "Life brings no sorrow, death brings no pain. Still, keep this item for one more in need, such as... Lord Su Ming’an and his friends. I won’t waste it."
"Don’t you want to et Su Ming’an once?" Sique asked.
"..." Hui Shuhang was silent for a mont, then suddenly smiled.
This fleeting smile crossed her face as pure as lilies, soon turning into a withered epiphyllum. Her lips curled slightly, then turned into a strict line.
She was like a pink peach flower bound by her skirt, briefly swaying, then silently stopping on the branch.
"He has a farther journey. eting now would deepen the mory and increase sorrow pointlessly." Hui Shuhang shook her head.
Su Ming’an had not seen her for a long ti; even if he knew of her death, he likely wouldn’t be overly saddened. But if they t now, and later learned of her death, it would increase his grief.
Thus, it’s better not to et.
Let her be a short-lived passenger in his journey, brief yet impactful enough.
Sique watched Hui Shuhang depart, her white skirt rippling on the water, like a gradually wilting flower.
The white sparrow perched on Sique’s shoulder, silvery eyes gazing afar.
"So, Holy Initiation... when will you send a ssage to the universe, letting the High Dinsional you co and defeat the organizers?"
"..."
"No response? Then I shall keep you as a pet."
"..."
"You are my most satisfying pet recently, much better than those foolish magpies before."
"..."
"However, I hope when I’m doing private things with others, you could keep so distance. I don’t want my privacy to be peeped at by you."
"..."
"If Su Ming’an and I encounter any troubles, I hope you will assist. He is still in growth, and I’m just a weak and helpless magpie, counting on your ’strong and mighty’ help."
The Black Water Dream echoed only with Sique’s drifting voice.
...
Su Ming’an opened his eyes.
Grayish-green stone houses piled with square bricks. Cleaned animal skins, bones, and bird feathers hung on the wall.
A black-haired girl was working at the table, carving words onto a tortoise shell with a knife.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
Characters resembling large seal script gradually ford under her knife. Due to holding the knife for a long ti, her palm was red and full of rough calluses.
At this mont, she heard a noise behind her and turned around alertly — eting Su Ming’an’s gaze.
"Who are you?" Su Mianbao gripped her knife tightly.
This suddenly appeared white-haired young man was exceedingly handso, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, as radiant as a god. He was more handso than anyone she had seen in her clan. He wore a coarse cloth typical for the local customs, draping from the left shoulder to cover his chest, with a gray-white hem reaching his thigh, exposing his right shoulder.
If one were more cautious, they might think this young man was an assassin. However, the concept of "killing" didn’t exist in this era, and Su Mianbao remained simple-minded, rely thinking the young man had co to find her.
As for why he appeared so silently, perhaps it was because he ca stealthily, without making any footsteps.
"Su Mianbao." Su Ming’an spoke. He thought Su Mianbao should recognize him; there was a familiar connection between them as if by blood.
"I don’t accept confessions." Su Mianbao said.
"???" Su Ming’an was full of question marks.
The next mont, he realized, it wasn’t because Su Mianbao was self-important; it was because over the years, she had seen many young n and won confessing to her. After all, if soone had legitimate business, they wouldn’t sneak into her room.
"Wait... you..." Su Mianbao touched her chin, this young man was really handso, unforgettable upon sight. Why hadn’t she seen him before?
"Knock, knock."
At this point, there ca a knocking at the door. Without thinking, Su Mianbao directly pushed Su Ming’an into the wardrobe beside her.
If soone saw such a handso young man in her room, rumors would surely spread. Although people in the village ant no harm, who wants to hear gossip about themselves.
The Creator God was thus pushed into the wardrobe, "click" as it closed.
"The Clan Leader... fainted..." A teary-eyed girl knocked and walked in, followed by several flustered young n and won.
After communication, it turned out Yu Zhu had fainted. Lately, Yu Zhu’s physical condition had worsened drastically, and today he actually fainted.
They hurriedly left, leaving the Creator God alone in the wardrobe in solitude.
Su Ming’an checked the character interface.
...
[Yu Zhu (Supporting Male Character)]
[Appearance: White hair and green eyes]
[Status: Critically ill]
[Currently: Comatose]
[Combat Power: 160]
...
"...Birth, aging, sickness, and death are normal things, as the creator, you should get used to it. If you rashly extend soone else’s life, it might not bring good results."
This was Sique’s advice.
Su Ming’an should have ignored it, but Yu Zhu was, after all, a child he personally crafted; it seed a pity for him to die so young.
Just this once, let’s be self-indulgent.
He followed them to Yu Zhu’s house, where Yu Zhu lay on the bed with a pale face, eyes closed, covered by a thin quilt. At this mont, Su Ming’an was montarily in a daze.
It’s said that Yu Zhu was recently attempting to raise insects, researching the thod of butterfly pollination. He really was becoming more alike.
Over a dozen people stood anxiously in the house, like headless flies. They couldn’t understand the diseases, didn’t know how to save Yu Zhu, and could only watch helplessly as Yu Zhu’s breathing grew weaker... Finally, soone suggested that they could go to the shaman.
"We... have a god." When ntioning "god," their eyes shone with light.
The god must be able to heal Yu Zhu.
Indeed, they firmly believed there was a deity in this world. He was omniscient and omnipotent.
Because when the four-person group was born in the wilderness, they already had basic skills of planting, herding, hunting in their minds, as well as concepts like piano, lighthouse, notes that they couldn’t understand. It must have been shadows left by the creator.
So, there must be a god in this world. A god who created the first four humans.
After discussion, Su Mianbao gathered over a hundred people who remained in the village and ca to the most grandiose building — a vast stone altar.
Su Mianbao adorned herself with feathers of beautiful birds, donned a crown made of animal bones, lit the bonfire, and danced the dance to pray to God.
The flas illuminated people’s eyes. Originally numb and dull pupils grew bright at this mont of praying to the god. They followed along, dancing with fervor, though without unity, their faith was fervent.
Life was too harsh; faith was their hope.
The more primitive and barren an era, the more fervently they chased after gods.
Soone took out tortoise shells and carved inscriptions. It reminded Su Ming’an of the Shang and Zhou eras, when kings would perform tortoise shell divination for every action.
Such praying rituals were held every few weeks. Sotis for rain, sotis to survive the winter. Yet the deity never glanced down, and people also thought that this ti it would be no different.
Su Ming’an sighed, stepping forward.
... After all, Yu Zhu was a comrade he personally crafted; he couldn’t just ignore it.
Would penicillin work? Claritin pills? Giving such advanced things to people should speed up the developnt of civilization, right?
In the shocked gaze of the people, the excessively handso white-haired young man stepped up onto the altar.
With a swing of his cloth robe, the gray-white robe danced in the wind.
"I respond to your prayers."
"—I am your ’god.’"
...
Su Ming’an was almost knocked down.
The reason being he was too handso and did not align with the villagers’ fantasies of a god.
The villagers always thought that the deity should be ten ters tall, mighty and majestic, with thick black eyebrows, bulging muscles, and a figure as stout as a wall, able to shake the earth and mountains with a stomp.
It was only when Su Ming’an used spatial vibration to subdue the people.
Knowing it was the true "god" descending to the world, the villagers imdiately knelt and begged for forgiveness, hoping the god would forgive their ignorance just now.
Su Ming’an walked to Yu Zhu, gazing at his weakened and erald green eyes filled with a longing for life.
"...God?" Yu Zhu murmured.
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