"It's my business whether I want to go back or not. Whether I can go back is another matter. Stop pretending to be mysterious!" Zhao Changhe was too lazy to argue with her and angrily rushed towards the blind woman, wanting to grab her collar.

But the scene was very strange. Although he saw the blind woman standing by the bed in the room, he couldn't touch her no matter how close he got.

Upon closer inspection, she was just standing in place.

This mysterious situation finally made Zhao Changhe feel like he was dreaming. He calmed down a bit and asked, "So am I just dreaming of you now, or are you contacting me with some kind of divine power?"

"Life is nothing but a big dream, what difference does it make which kind it is?"

"Do you also read Spring and Autumn?"

Blind woman: "?"

"Don't give me that! You're still playing tricks on me when things are like this. Why don't you just kill me and be done with it? I know you're strong."

The blind woman choked for a moment and shook her head slightly. "It's only been a short time, and it's already like this... back then, I would just say someone was sick when I cursed them..."

"Isn't this what you wanted to see?"

"I wanted to see this?"

"Then, like the arrangement of fate, isn't it something beyond your control?" Zhao Changhe sneered, "Is it the so-called Heavenly Dao that manipulates everyone's life, giving you a twisted sense of satisfaction?"

The blind woman said calmly, "Heavenly Dao? ...There is no Heavenly Dao."

"There is no Heavenly Dao..." Zhao Changhe was stunned, not sure how to interpret this sentence. Does it mean that this chaotic world has no order, or that there is no god in the world? If it's the former, he thinks the world is not completely chaotic yet, the empire has not collapsed, and there is still basic order; if it's the latter, if there is no god, how did the Chaos Chronicles come about?

He deliberately argued, "Why do I feel that there is a Heavenly Dao?"

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The blind woman calmly asked back, "Is that so? Have you been in the mountain stronghold for too long and forgotten what you saw when you first saw this world?"

Zhao Changhe's face changed slightly.

"Take a look at how other demonic cults are like." The blind woman waved her slender hand, and the night sky remained the same, but the scene changed.

Zhao Changhe felt like he was floating in space, looking down at the world from a high place. In the darkness, all living beings were like ants.

In some mountain stronghold, torches flickered, and a group of bandits drank and laughed. Several corpses were impaled on wooden poles around them, and in the center, a cruel and inhumane rape was taking place. The cries and wails of women lingered in the air, like the wind dispersing.

Zhao Changhe was so angry that he shouted, "Why don't you save them!"

The woman didn't answer.

The perspective suddenly changed to another mountainous area, where countless bandits rushed towards a convoy, and screams echoed through the night sky. Blood flowed over the mountain stream. The bandits happily looted the goods and went up the mountain to have fun.

The perspective turned again to the ice and snow plain, where the alien race galloped over, leaving a trail of corpses and crows hovering.

The perspective turned for the third time, and in the sect, the deep red color of blood was on display. A cultist with a fierce and twisted face peeled off the skin of an innocent victim and offered it as a sacrifice to the blood god.

As Zhao Changhe watched, his voice slowly disappeared.

The blind woman asked, "Is there a Heavenly Dao?"

Zhao Changhe replied coldly, "What do you want to say? Do you want to say that it's reasonable for me to become a stronghold leader and join the demonic cult and do these things?"

"What you do is your business." The blind woman said calmly, "I'm just responding to your ridiculous questioning about manipulating the world. Whether these things originated from someone's manipulation or not, you know in your heart. As for what will happen to Beimang Mountain stronghold and what you will do, isn't it up to you? Who has ever manipulated your actions?"Zhao Changhe took a deep breath and said directly, "I don't care about what will happen to the Beimang Mountain Bandit, it has nothing to do with me in this world! How can you make me go back, tell me!"

"I already told you, I am not the Heavenly Dao, I don't have the ability to let people freely come and go."

"What?" Zhao Changhe asked, "Then how did I come here? Don't lie to me..."

"I sent you here by borrowing the rules of the Heavenly Dao, similar to... making a great vow. So the way for you to go back is indeed to complete the goal, which is to kill that demoness." The blind man said, tilting his head slightly, "Of course, there is a more reliable way. When you have mastered the barrier of time and space, you can come and go freely."

"How long will that take? I'll lose my hukou (household registration) by the time I go back!"

"If it really comes to that, you can find a way to go back to the time point before you traveled, and your family and friends won't even know you left." The blind man said slowly, "Of course, this may be a bit too much for you. Your intelligence may not be able to understand the change of time..."

"What?" Zhao Changhe was angry, "You've been mocking me for being single since modern times, and it hasn't stopped yet!"

"I'm not sure that the demoness's choice is actually easier..." The blind man sighed.

"How much easier?" Zhao Changhe asked coldly.

"That depends on how fast you cultivate."

"For example, seeing you today is the result of breaking through the first level of Xuan Guan?"

"More or less. When Xuan Guan is broken, there is a sense of heaven and man... as for whether you feel me or I feel you... who knows if it's a dream or reality?"

As the blind man spoke, his figure gradually faded and seemed to disappear.

Zhao Changhe had a lot to say, how could he let her leave like this without any progress in deciphering? He hurriedly reached out to grab her, but he didn't know if the blind man was not paying attention or if this unintentional effect was more useful than the deliberate grab earlier. He unexpectedly grabbed the blind man's hand.

The blind man seemed surprised too, and instantly disappeared into the night, leaving behind a lingering fragrance.

Zhao Changhe looked down at his hand, feeling the cool touch of the white jade, soft and smooth, boneless.

Was it a dream?

He suddenly opened his eyes.

He was still in the bandit leader's house, lying on a wooden bed. Everything he saw and touched in the conversation just now seemed to be just a dream.

He sat up and looked outside the window. The sky was already light.

Looking down at his palm, he didn't know when it was covered in fine sweat.

This experience, which he didn't know if it was a dream or not, had no progress in deciphering, but at least he confirmed one thing...

The deeper his cultivation, the more likely he was to sense the blind man or be sensed by her.

Or there was another possibility... she sensed him and came to communicate in a dream not just because he broke through the first level of Xuan Guan, but because he had entered the Chaos Chronicles?

He couldn't understand her purpose before, but now he could guess some of it... she was casting a wide net and observing him like a gu cultivator.

Zhao Changhe suddenly felt that the people who had invited her to dream together before might also be here, and it was more likely that they were already dead.

This world was ruthless, not every civilization could survive. She was hinting at this fact subtly."Leader! Leader! Something's wrong!" A disciple rushed in, panting. "We set up a checkpoint down the mountain and managed to stop two young guys, but then a group of troublemakers came and caused a scene!"

Zhao Changhe wiped his sweat and found his voice a little tired. "What, did you meet some righteous heroes?"

"No, they seem to be some crazy people from the Dao, boasting about being on the Qianlong List. They picked our village today."

Zhao Changhe chuckled. He wasn't laughing at the troublemakers, but at the traitor among them.

The Qianlong List shone brightly in the sky, and it seemed like anyone could come looking for trouble. But who knew where to find Zhao Changhe? Yue Hongling knew he was in the Blood God Sect, but she didn't expect him to be in Beimang, and even the sect leader had to go look for him. Others had no clue, yet someone came knocking on their door the next day. How did they find him? There must be a traitor causing trouble.

It might not even be Fang Buping... anyone could be the traitor.

"Those thieves from the Demon Cult are so low-level." Zhao Changhe picked up his steel sword and strode out. "It just so happens that I'm in a bad mood today, and these people came at just the right time. Let me see how many heroes there are on the Beimang Road!"