Chapter 446: Primordial Deities
In the hotel room of Starview Valley.
Si Jingzhu lay peacefully on the bed, her eyes tightly closed.
By the bed, Young Master Sang quietly held her hand, his expression slightly solemn.
“…Nian Nian.”
“There’s nothing wrong with her body… No, rather, as the Original Immortal, her body shouldn’t have any issues.”
Nian Nian, who was quietly hovering nearby, surprisingly didn’t take the opportunity to tease Young Master Sang, and earnestly said, “She should just be in a deep slumber.”
“If that’s the case… then it’s indeed possible as you think.”
“Dream Realm Dust…” Young Master Sang’s eyes drooped even lower.
Damn it.
After all the calculations, this was the one possibility he hadn’t considered.
Those deities from outside, unable to step into this realm until the seal was broken, had no choice but to find a way to contact the people here to look for the heavenly treasures of the Original Immortal.
However, within the Original Immortal treasures, there was this one exception.
The Original Immortal of Medicine, Si Jingzhu.
Only she, with her original body being an Original Immortal treasure, had successfully taken shape, awakened her intelligence, and gained a human form.
But that also meant…
The magic of Dream Realm Dust could reach her.
“Where did those guys find out about Si Jingzhu taking shape?” Young Master Sang asked with a serious expression, “Is it Long Xiao? Has he reported Si Jingzhu’s situation to the higher-ups?”
“I don’t think so.”
Nian Nian pushed her glasses, lowering her voice, “Long Xiao wants to get Si Jingzhu precisely because he doesn’t want to put all his eggs in one basket. He wants to visibly have the Original Immortal Talisman while secretly possessing an Original Immortal treasure to negotiate with the deities.”
“So, it wouldn’t make sense for him to tell the deities about Si Jingzhu.”
“From what I can gather, the most likely scenario is that the deities used the magic of Dream Realm Dust to contact Si Jingzhu themselves.”
Is this magic that bizarre?
“I already told the Host.” Nian Nian shook her head, “Dream Realm Dust is not a spell of this realm. You can’t view it with normal magical sight.”
“Perhaps the deities were searching for a new spokesperson and just happened to find Si Jingzhu after she took shape.”
If that’s true…
That’s just way too unlucky.
Young Master Sang’s expression grew grave as he quietly asked, “Nian Nian, how many points are needed to find out the deities’ movements right now?”
“Sorry.”
Nian Nian shook her head, “I also can’t access information on the deities as a system. Their existence is not managed by the system.”
“Normally, information about the deities would be provided as a reward to the Host once all Original Immortal treasures are collected.”
“Even if I wanted to tell the Host now, it’s not possible.”
Young Master Sang slowly closed his eyes.
…Right now he had five Original Immortal treasures.
According to Nian Nian, a complete collection of them required eight, meaning there were still three more treasures to find.
The likelihood of gathering three Original Immortal treasures in a short time was slim.
If this plan was shot down, then…
Slowly opening his eyes, Young Master Sang turned to Nian Nian, “Send me in.”
“Where to?”
“Use Dream Realm Dust to enter Si Jingzhu’s dream.”
Nian Nian was silent for a long time before finally speaking, “Host, have you thought this through?”
“If the deities have really contacted Si Jingzhu, then showing up now will expose you to them completely.”
“This will be your first complete appearance in front of them. Those guys might be considered final boss-level enemies to you.”
“So what?” Young Master Sang replied calmly. “In the Dream Realm Dust, even the God King Ancestral Cang can’t harm me, so there’s no need to worry about life-threatening dangers.”
“True, but if those guys have their eyes on you, it’s still very dangerous, right? Once the deities descend, they’ll all focus their attention on you.”
“Can’t worry about that now.”
Young Master Sang slowly lowered his gaze to Si Jingzhu’s peaceful, serene sleeping face.
“Leaving Si Jingzhu alone in the dream facing the deities makes me even more uneasy.”
“Send me in.”
Nian Nian hesitated, casting one more glance at Young Master Sang, before sighing deeply.
“…Sigh. I must have hit the jackpot in bad luck to have to deal with such a foolish Host like you.”
Not caring about her own safety at all.
Instead, only thinking about how to save others.
“I’m just responsible for sending you into the dream; the rest depends on you, Host.”
“Let’s hope you…” Nian Nian’s gaze slowly fell, “can bring her back safely.”
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As Si Jingzhu opened her eyes in confusion, she found herself surrounded by endless, swirling mist.
She couldn’t see her hand in front of her face, nor could she tell if the ground beneath her feet was solid.
The dense fog filled every corner, like a shimmering illusion.
“Where… am I?”
“This isn’t Starview Valley… where’s Young Master Sang?” She slowly sat up, looking around in confusion.
“You’re awake?” Suddenly, a cocky voice echoed from the distance.
Si Jingzhu jumped, quickly turning her head.
In the thick mist nearby, an indistinct black figure appeared—featureless and lacking clothes, just a mass of darkness.
“Nice to meet you, allow me to introduce myself.”
“I am the Primordial Deity, God King Ancestral Cang.”
“Welcome to my dream realm, little Original Immortal.”
God King… Ancestral Cang? Si Jingzhu blinked.
An unfamiliar name.
But it sounded deeply unsettling.
“Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Where’s Young Master Sang?”
“I went to great lengths to bring you to my dream realm.” Ancestral Cang spoke in a haughty, deep tone. “After all, I never expected that an Original Immortal treasure would take form and awaken.”
“Well, that was certainly easy!”
“What… do you want?” Si Jingzhu stepped back defensively.
“Let me tell you, I, I, I am the favored concubine in the kingdom of the Demon Lord, spending my days in countless pleasures!”
“You’ve heard of the Demon Lord, right? He’s terrifying! If you dare to do anything to me, be careful not to find yourself in a situation where you can neither live nor die!”
“Demon Lord?” Ancestral Cang wrinkled his brow disdainfully. “What a terrible name; never heard of it.”
“Just a bunch of ants in a prison, I can’t be bothered to care who they are.”
“Little Original Immortal, meeting me is your fortune. Even among the Primordial Deities, I am one of the most powerful beings. Being my host is your honor.”
“Host? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Si Jingzhu’s lips pressed tightly in anxiety, “I want to see Young Master Sang!”
“Who’s this Young Master Sang? Which underworld ant are you referring to—”
Before Ancestral Cang could finish his impatient remark, another distant, ancient voice slowly spoke:
“Ancestral Cang, look at how aggressive you are. You’ve scared the little Original Immortal.”
From the swirling mist emerged another slightly elder, hunched figure.
In comparison, his voice sounded much gentler: “Don’t worry. We’re not bad people.”
“We… are the Primordial Demon Gods born from the beginning.”
“If you don’t like that pushy guy, why not come with me?”
