176: Dionysus's Dream

Between the towering Peaks, an endless sea of clouds slowly surged.

Immortal birds danced in the air.

A long sky bridge stretched along the side of a cliff.

The setting sun cast a glow all around.

The scene shifted to an inner Sect Peak of Myriad Gods Mountain.

The air was thick with the smell of wine, and rhythmic snores echoed continuously, seeming out of place in such a fairy-like environment.

Suddenly.

The old man in the hall frowned, and cold sweat quickly beaded on his forehead.

His head began to shake restlessly from side to side, as if startled.

“Hmm.”

“No!”

“Stop him!”

“You can’t…”

The next second, with a pained cry, the short old man sat up abruptly.

He panted heavily, his eyes filled with panic.

“God of Wine, are you alright?”

A Disciple outside the door heard the commotion and quickly asked.

The God of Wine didn't bother to wipe his sweat or straighten his clothes; he yanked open the door.

He paid no mind to the Disciple he’d bumped into, who let out an “ouch.”

Suddenly, he ran towards the cloud sea sky bridge like a madman.

His agitated demeanor suggested something extraordinary had happened.

He ran until he reached the cliff edge at the border of the inner and outer Sect, then turned to look back, revealing the magnificent Jade Palace.

It was still so quiet and peaceful.

But he suddenly went limp, slumping to the ground.

With trembling hands, he took out a specially made jade talisman from his ring.

The next second.

The God of Wine suddenly let out a piercing scream: “Sect Master, I need to see the Grand Elder!”

...Dong—!

The Immortal Gathering Bell rang nine times.

This was Myriad Gods Mountain's highest-level summons.

At the sound of this bell, even Peak Lords thousands of miles away had to drop everything and return at full speed.

This was clearly an unprecedented event for Myriad Gods Mountain in tens of thousands of years.

As a result, the death of Yin Zhisen, a Golden Core Elder, which should have been a major event, was now unmentioned due to the bell's ringing.

Instead, it was overshadowed and became an insignificant minor matter.

On the ten-thousand-year-old steps, in front of the Jade Palace, a huge plaza carved from warm jade was now dotted with small groups of people.

Each of them exuded a powerful Aura.

Their cultivation Realm was at least Nascent Soul.

They were all influential figures from the inner Sect, or top-ranked inner Sect Peak Lords.

However, their faces were all grave.

Everyone was guessing what had happened to cause the Grand Elder to emerge from seclusion and ring the bell nine times.

Before long.

The acting Sect Master, a small old man, floated down the steps from the Jade Palace.

Beside him was a huge gray leopard, three to four stories tall, covered in blue-purple circles, slowly emerging from the Jade Palace's main entrance.

It came to the high platform in the middle of the stairs.

“We greet Medicine God, we greet Grand Elder Wind Lord.”

“Alas…” Medicine God's voice was somewhat hoarse, solemn, and his tone was wistful: “The top twenty Peak Lords, please come in. The Grand Elders are all here; there’s an important matter to discuss.”

Everyone exchanged glances upon hearing this.

Their eyes all held a hidden look of shock.

Twenty figures immediately stepped out from the crowd. They looked at each other, then silently and quickly walked towards the steps.

All the Grand Elders were here?

How big of an event must this be?

Good news or bad news?

No one knew.

But from Medicine God's sigh, some clues could already be discerned.

Everyone's hearts sank.

It seemed something major was about to happen, or had already happened... Until everyone entered the palace.

The crowd in the plaza instantly erupted, speculating wildly about what had happened.

Some said a Void Return Divine Lord had perished.

Some said they had encountered a powerful enemy.

Others said a new Sect Master was to be chosen; there were all sorts of theories.

However, not long after.

A dazzling blue light suddenly erupted from within the Jade Palace, escaping through the cracks of the eaves and doorframes.

Following this, a pillar of light shot straight into the sky.

A Peak Lord instinctively gasped:

“The Grand Elders are using ancestral artifacts to deduce! What could have happened to warrant such a great cost and expenditure of Luck?”

“Oh no! The last time this happened was during the demonic disaster thirty thousand years ago. Is the Sect facing such a great catastrophe again?!”

Everyone discussed animatedly.

Until the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed.

The light gradually faded.

The commotion within the Jade Palace became quiet once more.

No one dared to speak.

Their gaze was fixed on the Jade Palace's doors.

Their eyes seemed to want to bore a hole through the tall, magnificent wooden doors!

“Did you see clearly?”

Inside the Jade Palace, seven terrifying beings with indistinct faces sat on clouds.

However, what was surprising was that everyone's gaze was fixed on a short, unassuming old man in the middle of the main hall.

The God of Wine trembled upon hearing this.

In such a setting, he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

Even stranger, everyone around him stared at him expressionlessly.

There was no objection.

They just didn't want to miss any detail of his expression.

However, upon hearing these words, the God of Wine's expression was so distraught that he almost cried.

“Un… unclear!”

“Hmm?”

Medicine God, at the Peak of Soul Transformation, stood on the platform.

His eyes slightly narrowed, he secretly glanced at the Divine Lord above with his peripheral vision, then took a deep breath.

His tone had become angry: “Junior Brother God of Wine, I must remind you!

All the Grand Elders are here today, and they even used ancestral artifacts to help you, and you say ‘unclear’?

Say it again, clear? Or, unclear?”

The God of Wine trembled at the words, then plopped to his knees on the ground.

“It was that person; that person's face was obscured by an indistinct mist.

Although I couldn't see his face clearly.

I saw everything else clearly!”

“Hmm?” Medicine God still wanted to erupt in anger.

However, the old man in the middle raised a hand to stop him: “A great calamity is difficult to overcome; it's understandable that a prophetic dream wouldn't show a clear face.

Let him continue!”

“Yes! Grand Elder Tian Shu.” Medicine God bowed: “This Disciple obeys.”

He then turned his head, speaking anxiously again: “God of Wine, hurry and tell us, what exactly did you see?”

The God of Wine tremblingly glanced at the gray leopard, his voice choked with tears as he said: “I saw myriad Yao Beasts flying over Myriad Gods Mountain.

Peaks crumbled one after another.

The magnificent Jade Palace became a ruin.

The sky-filling Evil Qi blackened the flowing clouds, and Devilish Qi rolled, mixed with Demonic Qi, in a chaotic mess.

Death and screams were everywhere.

Four gigantic demonic swords hung in the four directions, releasing an overwhelming Aura, countless sharp sword lights like rivers and seas, pouring down all around.

And all of this came from the sky bridge, from a young man stepping on an immortal crane.

He commanded the myriad Yao Beasts, and with a single raised finger.

A dazzling saber light… then… then… severed the head of Grand Elder Wind Lord.

Even… even the main Peak was cut in two.

The scene abruptly ended…!”

With that, he could no longer bear it, and plopped to his knees on the ground.

He pressed his head firmly against the ground.

“Hiss…”

At these words, even several Grand Elders couldn't help but glance at Wind Lord beside them.

One must know that although Wind Lord was a Yao Beast, it had entered Myriad Gods Mountain tens of thousands of years ago.

It was in the Returning Void Realm, its strength second only to the strongest Divine Lord Yu Heng.

If even it couldn't withstand a single saber strike, how strong must that person be?

“Impossible! Are you crazy?”

Before the gray leopard could speak, Medicine God quickly interjected to refute.

“A mysterious young man commanding four divine swords, brazenly attacking our Myriad Gods Mountain? Do you think the Myriad Gods Grand Array, built over countless years of Myriad Gods Mountain's history, is made of paper?

Are our ancestral artifacts made of paper?

And how could a Sword Cultivator produce a saber light?

It's even more impossible to kill Wind Lord with one saber strike?

This is simply nonsense!”

As he spoke, he seemed to be fuming, and angrily rushed to the God of Wine.

He kicked him to the ground, pointing at his nose and scolding him fiercely:

“I don't think this is a prophecy.

This is utter rubbish!

You're simply muddled from sleep, aren't you?”