Against the Gods

In front of the Dream Weaver Temple, dream lights lingered, and thousands of arrays opened up. Various colored lights complemented each other in the mid-air, weaving this vast space like a dream.

The masters of the nine major dream palaces and the fifty-four city lords of the Dream Weaver Divine Kingdom have all arrived, and all the subordinate countries and forces that are qualified to be invited have arrived early.

Almost all the core power of the entire Dream Weaver Kingdom is gathered here, and the space is so heavy that it is suffocating. Especially the invitees from the affiliated countries all had different intentions and did not even dare to communicate loudly.

The conferment of the Son of God and the dream-weaving divine kingdom was a ceremony that had been longed for for thousands of years, but it had happened three times in a row in the past hundred years.

The first time I was granted the title of Meng Jian Yuan, the whole country was shaken at that time, and the whole world was invited. The importance of the ceremony, and the intensity of the emotions of Lord Wu Meng, left a deep impression on everyone present.

The second time to seal Mengjian Creek was only five years ago. But at that time, the Dreamweaver God seemed to have not yet recovered from the pain of "losing his son". The scale of the ceremony was much smaller, and the whole world was not invited.

Today is the third time... the person sealed is Meng Jianyuan who has returned alive. And this ceremony, no matter where it was, was indescribably unusual. The eyes kept glancing at Mengjian Xi, the son of the Dream Weaver God, but they saw that he looked calm, as if he was not affected at all.

It has been seven days since Meng Jian Yuan returned alive, but he has been staying in the Temple of the Son of God that was built for him all day long, and very few people have even seen him. Not even the masters of the nine dream palaces knew what Meng Jianyuan had grown into now.

At this time, the door of the temple opened, and Meng Kongchan walked out slowly. Next to him was the God Queen Meng Xuanjue in a full dress.

Everyone fell silent and bowed in unison: "Welcome to the Divine Lord and the Divine Queen."

Mengkong Chan nodded and said casually, "Is Yuan'er not here yet?"

The master of ceremonies took a small step forward and bowed: "Returning to the Lord God, Mr. Yuan has not arrived yet. I think he is still making preparations."

Meng Kong Chan turned his eyes and said loudly: "The time has not come yet, everyone, please take your seats."

Everyone responded and sat down in order. In the vast venue, countless air currents are faintly moving. Everyone wants to know what kind of meaning the sudden conferment ceremony of the Son of God has on the Dream Weaver Divine Lord, and what kind of impact it will have on the pattern of the Dream Weaver Divine Kingdom.

Mengkong glanced at the crowd, and just as he was about to speak, an announcement came from afar: "The Nineth Anniversary of the Son of the Son of Senluo Kingdom has arrived!"

The name of "Jiu Zhizhi" made everyone look back in shock, even Meng Kongchan's eyebrows moved slightly.

Soon, a man's figure came from a distance, accompanied by a gentle and dignified greeting that was yet powerful: "Nine magistrates of Senluo Palace, congratulations to the Kingdom of Dreamweaver for having another divine son. This time you come uninvited, and there is no hope." The Dream God, the Queen, and the senior dream weavers lightly blame me."

Meng Jianxi, who is also the son of God, quickly stood up and greeted him with a big smile: "Hahahaha, God Son Senluo came in person to give me the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom and Brother Yuan's great dignity. How can I blame him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his title also changed: "Brother, please take a seat."

The ninth magistrate of the palace nodded to Mengjianxi, then moved forward and respectfully presented a gift: "It's just a small gift, one congratulations to the Lord Wu Meng for finding his beloved son, and two congratulations to the Dream Weaver Divine Kingdom for adding another divine son. Such double happiness, father. God is also very grateful.”

Meng Kongchan signaled the master of ceremonies to accept the gift, and said with a smile: "My nephew is interested. This ceremony is too hasty and not widely invited. How can my nephew have the time to come here in person?"

Dian Jiuzhi said calmly: "To be honest, Jiuzhi was going to Zhetian Divine Kingdom to visit his sister Caili. When he arrived, he found out that she was in seclusion and could not be seen. It also happened to be a grand event for dream weaving, so he followed his father's instructions. God’s will is to come here.”

"Hahaha!" Mengkong Chan laughed, but the smile was quite meaningful: "My nephew is really as infatuated as ever. I have recorded this intention. Quickly lead God Son Senluo to his seat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mengkong Chan's expression suddenly changed, his eyes turned sharply, and his face was full of disbelief.

A woman's voice, as cold as an ice fairy from a distant world, reached everyone's ears at this moment: "Zhetian Divine Kingdom painted a clear shadow, congratulations to Dream Weaver Divine Kingdom for adding another divine son."

The clear and cold voice shocked everyone as if they were thundering. They all looked away from Dian Jiuzhi... their faces were filled with disbelief like a cicada in a dream.

The figure of a woman falls from the sky, with green silk and green clothes, a icy face like a painting, and the shadow of a sword hidden in her eyes... It is the world of the abyss that no one knows, no one knows, an immortal paints a clear shadow, and kills the world with a sword that breaks the sky. Fairy.

Until the shadow of the Sword Immortal really appeared in their sight, they still couldn't believe their eyes... Because after so many years, the Sword Immortal basically only wandered outside the world, existing in legends, and rarely appeared outside the Kingdom of Zhetian. Never participate in any kind of ceremony.

And today, she actually... came uninvited?

Meng Kongchan's fingers unconsciously tightened and unclenched, and his mind was at a loss for a few moments. He quickly took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Zhetian Sword Immortal is here, today's ceremony will undoubtedly be more colorful, Zhetian God I will personally thank you for your kindness."

"No need to thank you." Hua Qingying said in a tone that was all too familiar to Mengkong Chan: "I'm just here to wait and see. I have no other intention and no congratulations. I don't need to take it into my heart, Lord Wumeng."

As soon as she finished her words, her figure disappeared, and she was already standing quietly high in the sky, her whole body releasing an icy aura that kept all spirits away.

How could Mengkong Chan not know why Hua Qingying came here... He is actually one of the people who knows Hua Qingying best in the world. He knows that she is not close to anything, but he only protects Hua Qingying to the extreme.

And Yun Che and Hua Caili have a lifelong relationship... She is afraid that Hua Caili's man will be bullied.

Meng Xuanjue secretly stared at Hua Qingying and gritted her teeth.

Dian Jiuzhi flew up, but before he could get close, he was blocked by the invisible sword energy. He immediately recognized the interest, bowed to Hua Qingying from afar, and sat down again, with no trace of disappointment in his expression.

It’s just that Dian Jiu knew that Hua Qingying’s arrival really made this awkward ceremony even more weird.

All the dream masters looked at each other, not knowing why.

The hour is approaching, and the protagonist of this ceremony has finally arrived.

Everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the man in silver who was walking slowly.

Meng Jian Yuan's return is undoubtedly the most talked about thing in the Dream Weaver Kingdom these days. It was rumored that he had been wandering the world alone all these years. It was rumored that the reason why he never came back was that he had lost his past memories... It was rumored that when Mengkong Chan recognized him, he was so excited that he shed tears of deity.

They originally thought that for a person who was traveling abroad and had no memory of the Kingdom of God, the Kingdom of God must be an unattainable place in his cognition. Now that he was the son of a god, he would undoubtedly be extremely excited and hesitant.

But when he just returned and faced today's situation, facing a group of people who should be as high as the gods of Tianque to him, he would definitely feel nervous, shrinking, at a loss, and at a loss...

However, the man in their sight had a leisurely expression, his steps were not hurried or slow, and instead of showing any hint of fear in his eyes, he was...clearly showing a bit of laziness, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

In addition to his bearing, he has a handsome figure and handsome features. With just one glance, it was clear that his appearance and beauty were better than all the descendants of Meng Kong Chan...even better than Meng Jian Xi.

He stood in front of Mengkong Chan, looking around... The unfamiliar faces, and the aura of the third level of the Divine Master Realm, actually gave everyone a clear and incomparable feeling of disdain.

"Oh?" Dian Jiuzhi's eyes were full of interest and he whispered to himself: "No wonder Lord Wu Meng is so eager. This child... is definitely not something in the pool."

These words fell into the ears of Meng Jianxi, who was beside him. He tightened his fingers slightly, but said with a smile: "Although Brother Yuan was assassinated and drifted for hundreds of years, his blood and soul are ultimately my dream-weaving son. Not only Father God, I am also very fond of and happy with today’s brother Yuan.”

"..." Dian Jiuzhi smiled but said nothing.

"This child is very different from what I expected." There were whispers hidden in the Dream Palace.

"His appearance and temperament are indeed unexpected. It's a pity that he has low cultivation, no foundation and no support, and he was thrust into the public eye so early... What a pity."

Yun Che bowed to Meng Kongchan and Meng Xuanjue and said, "Yun Che pays homage to the Lord Wumeng and the Queen of Gods. I am almost late because I am a little tired, so please forgive me."

"Not too late, just right." Mengkong Chan said gently.

But when Yun Che's words fell into the ears of others, their hearts were shaken.

Meng Xuanjue raised her eyebrows and said, "Yun Che? Divine Lord Wu Meng? Since you are the son of the Divine Lord, Meng Jian Yuan, and you have returned to the Kingdom of Dreamweaver, how can you call yourself by your previous name again? How can I call you directly? The name of God the Father!”

Yun Che raised his eyes and said calmly: "After coming back to his senses, the identity of 'Meng Jian Yuan' was informed to the younger generation by Divine Lord Wumeng. However, the younger generation has no memory of ten years ago, so in his heart and soul, he cannot fully accept and Acknowledge this identity.”

"Yun Che's name was given by my master. Yun Che's life was saved by my master. An identity that descended from the void and does not exist in memory, how can it be nothing more than a recreated one like Heavenly Master's grace! Therefore, unless we restore the past, Memory, otherwise, I would only like to be named 'Yun Che'."

"Absolutely ridiculous!"

Meng Xuanjue's voice was sharp, and everyone was in an uproar. The words "dream into the abyss" may sound childish and ignorant at a small scale, but at a larger scale, they clearly despise dream weaving...

Before Meng Xuanjue took the opportunity to reprimand her, she heard Meng Kongchan laugh loudly: "Hahahaha! Well said! Don't forget your loyalty because of profit, and don't be ungrateful because of power! You are worthy of being my son, Mengkong Chan. All my dream-weaving children should have this attitude!”

With these words, Meng Xuanjue held back the words she was about to say, and her face became ugly.

Meng Kongchan seemed not to notice, and continued: "Yuan'er, if you decisively abandon your master's gift because of your status as the son of the god, your father will only be extremely disappointed. Because if so, you will be chasing profit with those people. What's the difference between people who forget their righteousness and only know how to behave like flies and dogs?"

The faces of those who had just wanted to take the opportunity to speak suddenly turned red, and cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.

Still... can it still be like this?

Meng Jianxi stood up and said with a smile: "Although Brother Yuan has been wandering for a hundred years, he still sticks to his true heart, which is admirable and gratifying. The words of Father God are as broad as the sea, showing the broad tolerance of my Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom. "

He faced Yun Che and said, "Brother Yuan, my mother has always been strict, especially when it comes to the dignity of dream weaving. I just reprimanded you and I hope that Brother Yuan will not take it too seriously, so as not to create a rift with my mother."

In just a few words, he hid four or five pitfalls. Yun Che nodded slightly and responded calmly: "Don't worry, Lord Xi, I haven't taken it into your heart at all."

"Yes." Meng Kongchan nodded: "Yuan'er, I will find a way to restore your past memories. Before that, I allow you to keep the name 'Yun Che'. One is to praise you for your kindness and integrity, and the other is to thank you. Master’s grace for saving my life. No one should have any objections to this matter.”

There is no doubt that Mengkong Chan gave Yun Che the greatest tolerance in front of everyone.

He also openly expressed his extreme love for "Meng Jian Yuan" to everyone.

And this attitude, which has never been given to others, will undoubtedly cause different degrees of subtle changes in everyone's mood.

"It's almost time." Mengkong Chan took a step forward: "Yuan'er, come to my father."

Wherever his eyes went, there was the might of the True God, and his voice, carrying the supreme divine breath, resounded throughout the sky above the entire Kingdom of Dreamweavers: "My son Jianyuan is the first son of the Dreamweavers of this generation in our Kingdom of Dreamweavers, but he suffered misfortune in his childhood and wandered for a hundred years before returning safely. This is the fault of the deity and the loss of the Kingdom of Dreamweavers."

"Today, I will re-crowned the title of Son of God for my son Jianyuan, congratulate my son on his return, and give him a new life!"

His eyes stayed on Meng Jianxi's body: "Jianxi, after today's ceremony, Yuaner will be the son of the Dreamweavers with you. Son of the Dream God. You two brothers should work together, support each other, and share the future of Dreamweaving. "

Meng Jianxi immediately stood up and said solemnly: "I will obey the order of the Father God! I will work together with my brother Yuan to share the worries of the Father God and build the glory of Dreamweaving together!"

"Very good!" Meng Kongchan nodded: "My son Meng Jianyuan, the son of the Dream God, will be enthroned at this moment..."

"Wait! Please listen to me first."

A sudden voice interrupted the words of the Dreamless God.

The person who spoke had already stood up, and it was the master of the Seventh Dream Palace... Meng Jianxi's uncle, Meng Xuanji.