Chapter 96 - 93 Come, Pollute Me!

Chapter 96: Chapter 93 Come, Pollute Me!Breaking the dream required finding the flaw! The claw of the Human Turtle’s right arm moved toward its face. It wasn’t that Zhou Xuan had successfully polluted it, leading to self-destruction, but a technique of the fourth Incense—Eye of Illusion Breaking. Poof! The claw pierced two inches deep from the eyelid like a knife. After ensuring it was deep enough, the Human Turtle twisted its wrist, and its claw followed suit, gouging out its own right eye. It diverted part of its focus to resist being polluted by Zhou Xuan, while the remainder concentrated on the right eye held by its left hand. The turtle shell on its forehead spun rapidly, making the right eyeball turn completely snow-white. Then, a red dot emerged at the pupil. Urged by the turtle shell, the red dot became a brushstroke, writing a blood-colored Daoist talisman on the white eyeball. As the final stroke settled, the eyeball seemed to gain life, floating up and transferring everything it saw into the Human Turtle’s eyes. The Human Turtle saw the entity of the dream— ——The dream was like a square, pale-blue empty room, where Zhou Xuan stood erect, eyes closed, murmuring a declaration about death. "Which Incense technique of the storyteller is this? I haven’t seen it before! No, at most you have two Incenses, not even two, it doesn’t make sense for you to use such a technique!" With the blessing of the Eye of Illusion Breaking, the degree of pollution the Human Turtle suffered from Zhou Xuan was significantly reduced, and its consciousness regained much clarity. It realized that Zhou Xuan was different, very different. "A storyteller with only one or two Incenses can actually use such a high Incense Fire Level technique! My prediction is almost ineffective against you! There are many inexplicable questions about you, but there’s no need to explain them clearly, you’re a good sacrifice, a good meal. Once I break your dream, I will eat you immediately." The Human Turtle hadn’t found any flaws in Zhou Xuan’s dream, but since it had already seen Zhou Xuan’s location through the Eye of Illusion Breaking, it was straightforward, "Kill!" The Human Turtle’s right claw thrust into Zhou Xuan’s chest. Zhou Xuan only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then his whole body was lifted, the ground getting farther away. He saw his own blood pouring out of his chest, raining down and staining the Human Turtle’s forearm red. However, the dream did not dissipate. "Death is not terrifying, it’s your rebirth!" "Embrace death, and you embrace your faith!" Zhou Xuan’s words continued. He felt the Human Turtle was still in his dream, and although its control over the creature was very weak, the opponent simply could not escape this layer of the dream. "I understand, I understand!" Zhou Xuan suddenly realized—the dream of the Master of Dreams, even if executed with one Incense, had only one flaw: himself. If he died, the dream would break. If he did not die, the dream would persist, even if, due to the Incense Fire Level, his Life Force rapidly diminished, causing the dream to have almost no great power. Yet, it was there... like a stubborn little flame in the wind. "Kill you, and this dream breaks!" The Human Turtle withdrew its right arm, stepped on Zhou Xuan’s chest, and applied force again, thrusting into Zhou Xuan’s left chest! Poof! Blood gushed fiercely, Zhou Xuan’s Life Force already drained dry, and he tilted his head, still persistently chanting the words to pollute the Human Turtle... just persevering. He weakly closed his eyes, and his consciousness floated into the Secret Realm. Inside the Secret Realm, the conflict between Divine Revelation and the Blood Well seemed to have subsided. The Blood Well began to retreat underwater, the endlessly black water had calmed significantly, although the moon in the water was still a round Fei Yue. The calm of the Secret Realm, on the contrary, strengthened Zhou Xuan’s power. Zhou Xuan gazed into the distance, spotting a dot of light, the light of Incense Fire. That was Zhou Xuan’s second Incense Fire! "Two Incenses now? The promotion ceremony is over?" Zhou Xuan looked towards the Incense Fire and saw a mask! A Nu Opera mask. The mask’s design was none other than the storyteller Ancestor Master—Bi Fang, which Yuan Buyu had shown to Zhou Xuan! "Why is there a mask in my Divine Revelation Secret Realm?" Zhou Xuan was deeply shocked. Awakening from the Secret Realm, his eyes opened wide with fury. After making a motion of wearing a mask, he once again concealed himself within the dream. The Human Turtle watched as Zhou Xuan, who was nearly dead, suddenly became lively again, surprised. More surprising was that it could no longer see the entity of the dream. It wasn’t that it couldn’t see; it was just that the difference in Incense Fire Level with Zhou Xuan was too vast for one Incense, allowing the Eye of Illusion Breaking to reveal the true form of the dream easily. But now, with Zhou Xuan at two Incenses, the level gap narrowed, and it became suddenly much harder for the Eye of Illusion Breaking to find the entity of the dream. "Find him, find him." The Human Turtle drove the Eye of Illusion Breaking to search for the entity of the dream, but it had already begun to be seriously polluted by the dream. "Human Turtle, your time is up! Face your doom." "Suffer the wrath of divine lightning, destroy your spirit." The Human Turtle lifted its right arm, clawing fiercely at its own chest, but avoiding the vital points. "Suffer a thousand knife wounds, break your shell." "Suffer the killing fire of heaven, burn your flesh." With every thought Zhou Xuan made, the Human Turtle would use its hands to mutilate its own body, but it never truly aimed for a fatal strike. Ultimately, the difference in Incense Fire Level was significant, Zhou Xuan’s thoughts could only pollute the Human Turtle to a limited degree, unable to drive it toward death. Yet, the Human Turtle’s mental state was already very unstable. As it self-harmed, the Eye of Illusion Breaking remained operational and gradually tracked down Zhou Xuan’s whereabouts. In an instant, the entity of the dream reappeared before the Human Turtle. Zhou Xuan sighed internally; in the end, the Incense Fire Level difference was too great, and he, with two Incenses, could not kill a four Incenses Human Turtle in the dream. This time the entity reappeared, and Zhou Xuan felt he was powerless to fight on; he had already exhausted his last bit of Life Force, "The disparity in Incense Fire Level is too great, yet I managed to endure." The Human Turtle grabbed Zhou Xuan by the neck, lifting him up, and boasted, "After all this fighting, you still can’t escape death." Zhou Xuan weakly lifted his eyelids, noting... he noted the heavy wound on the Human Turtle’s forearm. On the wound, there was sticky blood, both his own and that of the Alien Ghost. The blood gave Zhou Xuan new hope and a plan. He concentrated, spawning a new thought in his mind—Alien Ghost, come, use your blood to pollute me! Zhou Xuan didn’t die, thus the dream did not completely unravel. The blood on the Human Turtle’s arm obediently flowed toward Zhou Xuan’s neck, using the arm as a bridge. "Ha," the Human Turtle sneered, "Have you become confused? Instead of using your dream to pollute me, you use my blood to pollute you? Ha ha ha..." A series of even stranger whispers drilled into the Human Turtle’s mind, abruptly cutting off its smug laughter! Those bloodstains manipulated by Zhou Xuan to pollute it became the bridge of consciousness between the Human Turtle and Zhou Xuan. Pollution was mutual, dependent on whose mind was more mad, more deranged! Matched in madness, in mental derangement, how could the eight-year-old Alien Ghost Man Ao compare to the Blood Well Spirit Communicator?! Moreover, Zhou Xuan was even more powerful and crazed than the usual Blood Well Spirit Communicator! Tens of thousands of crazed thoughts, down the blood bridge, rushed like a torrent into the Human Turtle’s mental consciousness. The Human Turtle tried to wipe away the blood and sever the blood bridge, but it was too late. It tossed Zhou Xuan to the ground, clutching its head and wailing in agony, "They’ve come, they’re all here, Lao Tian, Lao Ma, Chick Child, don’t eat... all crying... there are souls! There are souls!" "God Traveling Department, You Shen, don’t come over, don’t come over." The Master of Dreams’ technique didn’t drive the Human Turtle to suicide, but Zhou Xuan’s blood and mental pollution truly drove it insane. The Human Turtle rolled around wildly, crawling toward the bamboo grove, crawling beside Chick Child—during the fierce battle between Zhou Xuan and the Human Turtle, the ordinary Chick Child had already been scared, trembling, huddled by the bamboo, too afraid to come out. At this moment, the mentally deranged Human Turtle mistook Chick Child for Zhou Xuan, grabbing him: "Zhou Xuan, you’re the one who told the God Traveling Department, I know, I know everything! I’ll make you send a message! Make you a villain!" It bit into Chick Child’s body one mouthful at a time, just like Chick Child bit into those "foods" on the ground. Zhou Xuan’s chest had two bowl-sized holes, full of blood stains; he was beyond saving. Now, with the Human Turtle already insane, the Mysterious Formation Map covering the bamboo grove disappeared too. The barrier severing Zhou Xuan’s Perception from the outside world disappeared. He smiled slightly, converting his last sliver of Life Force entirely into astonishing Perception, then shouted, "Sister, Master, Back Mountain, Alien Ghost!" Eight words, carried by immense Perception, reached the ears of the Zhou Family’s Troupe’s Yuan Buyu and Zhou Lingyi. Depleting his last Life Force, Zhou Xuan’s body tilted and fell to the ground, no longer breathing. Where he died was the bamboo grove, surrounded by stark white bones, just like the scene of fated death he saw in the Blood Well! ... "Sister, Master, Back Mountain, Alien Ghost!" Eight words exploded in Zhou Lingyi’s ear. She jumped up, dressed quickly, grabbed the Cow Bell and Wind Lamp, and ran toward the Back Mountain. As she exited, she bumped into Yuan Buyu. The two didn’t even greet each other, only worried about Zhou Xuan—those eight words were akin to a call for help, delaying even a moment could lead to great trouble. They entered Back Mountain Lane, crossed over the mountain, reached the wasteland, arrived at the bamboo grove, the Cow Bell could pinpoint the precise location of Zhou Xuan’s call. With it guiding, Zhou Lingyi and Yuan Buyu didn’t take long to find Zhou Xuan. "Xuan!" Yuan Buyu rushed to Zhou Xuan’s side, helping him up. With just one look, his eyes reddened. Zhou Xuan’s body had already grown cold, the blood stains in the holes in his chest were beginning to dry. The brother was dead!? Zhou Lingyi could hardly believe the scene before her. Just yesterday, she had helped Zhou Xuan don his storytelling robe, two days ago they had chatted leisurely at the Ancestor Tree, and today... "Ha ha, You Shen, Lord Buddha, my Taoist skills are accomplished! I fear you not!" "Kill, kill them all!" "What was I hiding for all these years? I was already invincible!" The insane voice of the Human Turtle echoed from the bamboo grove. Zhou Lingyi marched toward it heavily, her red string already drawn. "You killed my brother!" The Other Shore curse, Zhou Lingyi drew out thousands of red threads, each one piercing into the Human Turtle’s body, then twisting tight. The number of red threads was tremendous, like a horizontal, extremely thick pillar, the squeezing force generated during the twisting was set to crush every inch of the Human Turtle’s flesh and blood! Whoosh! A red lantern floated above the bamboo grove. This lantern lacked painted eyes; in the God Traveling Department, different positions meant different patterns on the lanterns. The lantern above the bamboo grove had the design of a skull, representing the Exorcism. "Zhou Lingyi, venting is fine, but the Alien Ghost must be brought back alive to the God Traveling Department, that’s the rule."