"Boom!"
After the golden label plunged into the ground, not only did blood flow from Bi Fang's nose, but his eyes also bled.
Bi Fang's hair, which was previously black, had at least one-third turned gray.
He extended his bony fingers, dipped them in his own blood, and wrote the character "cloud" on the fan before peacefully closing his eyes and continuing to conduct the "Dream of the Celestial Venerable."
Bi Fang closed his eyes and focused, but his hand stretched out, grasping into the void, and pulled out a wine gourd from within this grand dream.
Stroking the wine gourd, he laughed miserably, saying, "Everyone else can die, but you cannot."
This wine gourd was none other than Lord Jiu's gourd...
...
"Bi Fang certainly has depth; he actually possesses a dream entrusted by the supreme will."
Above Jingchuan Prefecture, the horn of the Dream Realm Heavenly God emitted a low hum, releasing an inaudible soundwave.
The direction of the soundwave was towards Mr. Ye's main hall.
