Chapter 1188: Chapter 708: Incense_2 "Hundreds of years have passed, and the River God Temple has been rediscovered, but this time it’s different. The person is acting stealthily, with meticulous means, like a ghost in the night, leaving no trace of their presence. Moreover, their Divine Thought Power is terrifyingly strong, and their methods of Divine Thought Slaughter are extremely cruel..." "The respected River God who guarded these lands, as well as the undying incarnations of the Divine Lord, have all..." Mr. Tu felt a shiver in his heart and dared not continue. He sensed that within the secret chamber, the Divine Lord’s telekinesis was even colder and more terrifying, yet it bore no ill will towards him. Only then did he slowly begin to speak again: "This is no coincidence!" "Hundreds of years ago, it was the Sword Cultivators from the Taixu Gate who broke into the River God Temple. Today, hundreds of years later, nightmares are shattered, the River God Temple is completely destroyed, and the cause and effect are most likely still attributed to... the Taixu Gate!" A chilly light flashed in Mr. Tu’s eyes. "To find the entrance to the fishing village, to walk safely to the River God Temple, to initiate a ritual into the Divine Lord’s nightmare, to eradicate the myriad Demon Monsters within the nightmare, and even to take the huge risk..." To kill the River God and the incarnation of the Divine Lord... Mr. Tu paused, then continued: "...the perpetrator is most likely from the Taixu Gate, an expert in Sword Dao who has emerged in recent years, or even an old monster hiding in the back mountains who has not entered the secular world..." "He wants to avenge the genius Sword Cultivator whose sword was broken in the past!" "Even if it’s not the true Taixu Gate successor, it must be closely related to Taixu Gate. They practice the art of Sword Transformation from Divine Thought, traversing the path where Sword Dao becomes one." "And it’s not just the Taixu Gate..." Mr. Tu’s heart trembled, as if recalling an ancient, enormous, and unspeakable swordsmanship heritage of the convergence of the three Dao paths, with fear hidden in his eyes. "Taia God-Forging Sword, Rushing Void Proliferating Sword Qi, Tai Xu Sword Intent..." With each phrase, Mr. Tu’s fear deepened, and by the time he finished, his entire body was penetrated by Sword Intent, his limbs quivering slightly. He dared not continue. In the end, Mr. Tu knelt devoutly before the massive sinister goat horned White Bone effigy. "The Taixu Gate is the source of the chaos." "Gu Changhuai and the Gu Family are the claws and fangs, Helping the tyrant." "The plan must be advanced..." "Sects destined to fall, shall fall; bloodlines destined to be extinguished, shall be extinguished; those who dare obstruct the Divine Lord’s grand scheme, shall perish without redemption..." "The steps of flesh and blood have been laid; the evil culprits are being nurtured; the Divine Lord’s grand scheme is irreversible; the arrival of the Divine Lord is imminent..." And the bloodline of the Great Wilderness may see the light of day once more... Mr. Tu bowed to the ground, his eyes filled with blood and tears, expressing pure devotion. ... Several days later, in the small fishing village. After Mo Hua and the others left, people from the Taoist Court arrived to handle some aftermath matters; anything related to the Evil God, as instructed by Mo Hua, was destroyed completely. Gu Changhuai made an exception, allowing all the Cultivators from the small fishing village to register their Cultivator status and affiliate with a nearby Second Grade Immortal City. In this way, if something happened, the Taoist Court would look after them. The Gu Family and several other large and small families nearby received a notice as well; they were not allowed to bully the Fish Cultivators or oppress the fishing village. Life for the Cultivators in the small fishing village got a bit easier because of this. However, occasionally, in their leisure time while fishing, they would still remember some remnants of "nightmares." "Speaking of which, it’s strange. Some time ago, I frequently had nightmares. I dreamt that I was fishing and drowned, or that I was eaten by a Water Demon. When I woke up, I was in a cold sweat, my back all wet..." "I dreamt that I starved to death, and woke up even hungrier..." "In my dream, my boat was overturned by the waves, and several Water Demons were fighting to eat me. It still hurts when I think about it..." ... Someone sighed: "I had the same thing. I dreamt that my wife, whom I had sacrificed so much to marry, was taken away by someone..." The expressions of the people around grew wistful, and then they were suddenly taken aback, "Aren’t you single?" The Fish Cultivator said, displeased: "I’m talking about dreams, understand? Dreams! Why so serious about them?" "Even though it’s just a dream, the pain is real!" The crowd fell silent for a moment. As the conversation unfolded, suddenly someone adopted a serious expression and spoke with lingering fear: "I had a more terrifying dream..." Seeing everyone’s gaze turn towards him, he swallowed hard, his eyes filled with terror, and it was obvious that even now he was still deeply frightened: "I dreamt that there was a giant fish monster with a head as large as a temple, whiskers as thick as trees, sharp white fangs, and its body covered in blood. It ate people everywhere, and I was almost eaten by it..." Upon saying this, several people’s complexions changed. "What’s wrong?" "I also dreamt about that fish monster..." "Me too! It was so terrifying, I was scared to say anything..." "And I didn’t dare to say anything for fear of tempting fate, worrying that speaking out would bring bad luck..." "Although the dream is not real, who can guarantee there isn’t really such a giant fish monster? If it does exist and I speak about it, letting it know, then I’m done for." "Isn’t it dead already? What’s there to be afraid of?" "Nonsense, how do you know it’s dead?" "I saw it with my own eyes in my dream..." "How come I didn’t see it." "I saw it..." There was a buzz of conflicting opinions. Some said they saw it, and others said they didn’t, and there was no consensus. One person snorted confidently with a bit of boastfulness: "You guys are just out of luck, not having seen the end..." "That day I saw with my own eyes! That blood-soaked fish monster, grabbing people to eat them everywhere, and then suddenly a streak of Golden Light flashed, a gleaming little Immortal came stepping on air, holding a Golden Sword, radiating brilliant light..." "The fish monster looked ferocious, with surging bloody waves, arrogant and full of bluster, but it was no match for the little Immortal." "After only a few exchanges, the terrible fish monster was defeated by the little Immortal’s hands."