Chapter 342: A Mob of Rabble 1
Dream Dao Attainment: Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“We need to leave. Now.”
“Chen the Great Brag King is different from the other Saviors.”
“This guy is ruthless and decisive. He’s cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years in other Cosmos.”
“His persecution complex is extremely severe.”
“Before he notices us.”
“We have to get out of here fast, or we’re done for.”
Cui Can seemed to think of something and immediately urged Lord Tushan to leave.
His tone made it sound like this person slaughtered people like cutting grass.
Lord Tushan had been somewhat dismissive at first.
After all, what Cui Can said was way too fucking absurd.
An Immortal King’s return, and all that.
Lord Tushan really couldn’t accept it.
But the next second.
Lord Tushan suddenly felt as if needles were pricking his back, an astonishing killing intent condensing and locking onto him.
He instinctively turned to look.
And saw, in the herb garden outside the village, a person dressed like a herding boy, barefoot, carrying a basket of herbs on his back as he slowly walked over.
A sickle held in his hand.
It was clearly just an ordinary farming tool.
But at this moment, it seemed to condense a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with Immortals and Buddhas falling from the sky.
Undying and indestructible Immortal and Buddha divine bodies, flowing with immortal divine blood, converging into an endless sea of blood.
And a towering, unfathomable Slaughter God, his entire body filled with endless killing power, stood within that sea of blood.
Treading upon the undying divine bodies of Immortals and Buddhas across the sky, coldly watching him.
Just one glance.
Lord Tushan immediately believed that within this herding boy’s body truly hid the soul of an Immortal King who would kill gods upon meeting gods, kill Buddhas upon meeting Buddhas.
Run!
Without hesitation.
Lord Tushan decisively grabbed Cui Can and in one breath flew three thousand li away.
Only then did he feel relief, and asked Cui Can with lingering fear.
“He really is an Immortal King?!”
“Yeah.”
Cui Can had also been frightened, and nodded vigorously.
“This Chen the Great Brag King is the fiercest of the future Saviors.”
“I heard that part of his soul that transmigrated to other Cosmos.”
“Because he suffered inhuman treatment.”
“After obtaining a fortuitous encounter and beginning cultivation.”
“He embarked on a cultivation path of heaven birth all things to nourish man, man has nothing to repay heaven, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill.”
“In the end, he carved out the title of the Seven-Killing Immortal King.”
“Only at the very end, when he wanted to attain the Dao and become an Immortal Emperor.”
“Because he detected that his soul was incomplete.”
“He reversed time, tracing back to the origin.”
“Thus performing the unbelievable scene of an Immortal King’s return.”
“The Immortal Kings of that Cosmos he was in are said to be comparable to the Mahayana of our Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm.”
Holy fuck.
Lord Tushan’s scalp went numb instantly.
He really wanted to question whether Cui Can even understood the value of our race’s Mahayana.