Chapter 1136: Chapter 1134: Xuantian's Dao Sacrifice 1
Chapter 1136: Chapter 1134 — The Xuantian Dao-Sacrifice 1 (1/3)
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“Is it related to the Old Man of the Moon?”
Lin Qi’s gaze was distant.
He had not seen the Old Man of the Moon for a very long time.
Born from Ling Danzi’s unrepentant love, the Old Man of the Moon held a very delicate position among the Nine Spirits of the Dream Bubble Shadow.
He was not like Heaven-Abandoning Emperor, Demon Buddha, or the Divine Mother, who had all originated from that long-premeditated scheme within Kongxiang Temple.
Nor was he like Lord Xinling, Wan Teng, or Gao Tianyou — personally selected by Lin Qi as one of the Nine Spirits of the Dream Bubble Shadow.
The Old Man of the Moon’s birth was more akin to an accident. An experiment.
More importantly, the relationship between Lin Qi and the Old Man of the Moon had never been close from beginning to end.
Not only because Lin Qi himself had never been particularly close to Ling Danzi, the Old Man of the Moon’s original self.
It was also because the Old Man of the Moon was born from love, and from the very moment of his birth—
In the Old Man of the Moon’s heart—
Lin Qi did not even rank in the top three.
Back then, Lin Qi had accepted Daoist Yuan’s request and traveled far to the Xuantian Macrocosm to reinforce Ling Danzi and that Holy Maiden Qingxuan.
Unfortunately, in the end, it had all come to nothing. It ended without resolution.
Instead, the Old Man of the Moon had been stranded in the Xuantian Macrocosm for a long time thereafter.
And it had inevitably created a distance between Lin Qi and the Old Man of the Moon.
Though Lin Qi had never truly forgotten or neglected the Old Man of the Moon’s existence.
But…
“Speak.”
“What happened to the Old Man of the Moon?”
Lin Qi suppressed the myriad thoughts churning in his heart and looked toward that blood-covered dead man’s head.
The unlucky wretch, now nothing but a head, cackled.
“Lin Qi, you want to know?”
“Then beg me.”
“Beg me, and I’ll tell you!”
Faced with the dead man’s head’s threat, Lin Qi fell silent for a moment, then waved his hand.
“Throw him in the latrine pit.”
“When he feels like talking, fish him back out.”
“Lin Qi, you dare!”
The dead man’s head was instantly shocked and furious. He panicked. He was panicking.
Having the White-Robed Sword Immortal come to his door to kill him — he had not felt humiliated.
Having his body hacked to pieces by the White-Robed Sword Immortal — he had not felt humiliated either.
At most, it merely meant his skills were inferior.
But if Lin Qi really threw him into the latrine pit—
“Lin Qi, a scholar can be killed but not shamed!”
“If you have the guts, kill me! How dare you humiliate me like this?!”
The dead man’s head roared, wanting to fly up and bite Lin Qi to death.
But Lin Qi struck him down with the hoe.
“Talk, or into the latrine pit.”
“This Venerable has no time to waste here with you.”
“Speak. What exactly happened to the Old Man of the Moon?”
The dead man’s head’s expression shifted. His eyes flickered with uncertainty. Between confessing honestly and being thrown into the latrine pit before confessing honestly, he helplessly chose the former.
“Fine.”
“I’ll talk.”
“But you have to promise not to torture me anymore.”
“And don’t let anyone else torture me either!”
The dead man’s head made his conditions, looking as though he only sought a quick death.
This made the White-Robed Sword Immortal regard him with some surprise.
But then, as if something had occurred to him, he looked at the dead man’s head with disdain and muttered.
“Now that there’s this Dream Bubble Shadow thing.”
“Suddenly everyone’s not afraid of death anymore.”
The dead man’s head instantly tensed, afraid Lin Qi would realize he too had obtained the identity of a Reincarnator.
Even if his body perished and his Dao vanished, he still had the chance to live a second life within the Dream Bubble Shadow.
Fortunately, Lin Qi did not care about such things. He merely gave a slight nod, signaling the dead man’s head to hurry up and speak.
“The Old Man of the Moon is in the Xuantian Macrocosm.”
The dead man’s head hesitated, then spoke.
“The Xuantian Dao Struggle has already ended. He seems to have won the recognition of the Xuantian Macrocosm’s Heavenly Dao.”
“The Xuantian Macrocosm has now fallen into Dao-Sacrifice.”
The dead man’s head finished in one breath, seemingly worried Lin Qi would go back on his word.
So he decisively slammed his head into the ground, intending to end himself on the spot.
Lin Qi did not stop him. The White-Robed Sword Immortal, however, sneered.
“Don’t be in such a hurry. Let me help you!”