Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

Everyone knows that the earth is round, but God just wants to be mean to us Bai Zhaoyun!

Our Master Bai suddenly sat up from the bed. If you didn't know him, you would think he was dead! The sweat on his back was like he had just been pulled out of the water.

He got out of bed trembling, walked to the window, and stared at the big, round moon in the sky, as if the moon owed him money. He kept muttering, "Oh, my old swan, why did I have this broken dream again? Where's my medicine? I clearly took it today..."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the dormitory door was almost torn down by Li Ming!

"Good boy! Li Ming, you are a firecracker! You walk with special effects?!" Bai Zhaoyun was so scared that he almost lost his soul.

Li Ming was about to fight back, but when he looked up and saw Bai Zhaoyun's pale face, his heart softened immediately: "My brother, what's wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?"

Before Bai Zhaoyun could speak, Li Ming slapped his thigh and said, "Well, no need to say anything, you must have had a nightmare again!"

Bai Zhaoyun said bitterly, "That's right! It's that bad dream again. I won't forget to take my medicine today, will I?"

"You can't stop taking the medicine, my baby!" Li Ming couldn't help but tease, "I'm serious, you might as well go to the temple to pray and find a fortune teller to tell your fortune!"

"Go to hell, do you think I haven't been there? It's useless!"

When Li Ming saw this situation, he knew that this dream must have caused Bai Zhaoyun a lot of trouble.

He walked over, patted Bai Zhaoyun on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't scare yourself. I guess you've been under too much pressure recently. Think positively!"

"Tell me, what's the secret behind this dream that scared you so much?" Li Ming looked curious.

Bai Zhaoyun scratched his hair and tried to recall: "Every time it was a ghost place, pitch black, and I remember it seemed like someone was chasing me, as if they were collecting a debt!"

"Hunting? No way, it's so exciting?" Li Ming touched his chin, "Have you tried to find clues about this place? Maybe it really exists in reality!"

Bai Zhaoyun shook his head helplessly: "I think so too, but every time I wake up I almost forget everything. I just remember some words like 'sinking' and 'darkness'. As for the details, who knows!"

Li Ming looked at Bai Zhaoyun's hopeless look and couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it, if you can't remember it, forget it. Go to bed!"

Bai Zhaoyun nodded weakly and forced a smile on his face that was uglier than crying. That smile was mixed with helplessness, fear and a hint of expectation, hoping that the dream would not come again tonight.

He whispered, "This is the only way. I hope I can sleep well tonight."

The two of them walked towards the sink arm in arm, the sound of running water seemed to wash away the lingering fear in Bai Zhaoyun's heart.

While brushing his teeth, Li Ming comforted him vaguely: "Don't think too much, you still have to go to class tomorrow. Dreams can be anything, just treat it as fun!"

Bai Zhaoyun looked at his haggard face in the mirror, forced a smile, and agreed, "Well, I understand."

However, his heart was like a turbulent sea, up and down, and it was difficult to calm down. After washing up, the two returned to their beds. Li Ming turned off the lights in the dormitory, and the whole room suddenly fell into darkness.

In the darkness, Bai Zhaoyun closed his eyes and tried hard to fall asleep, but the eerie and cold feeling in the dream was like a maggot on his tarsal bones, which could not be shaken off. It felt like being covered with a rough sack and thrown into the eighteenth level of hell without sunlight. It was suffocating and desperate!

He tried desperately to relax himself, but the more he did so, the clearer the horrific images in his mind became. He felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and his breathing became more rapid...

In this way, he tossed and turned in bed for who knows how long, his eyelids drooping like he was in an opera. Finally, under the double attack of fatigue and fear, he fell into a dream, not knowing whether he fell asleep or fainted!

The door to the dream world slowly opens again

"Wait!" Bai Zhaoyun suddenly stopped in his tracks, his voice trembling slightly with anger and confusion, "Is there any misunderstanding between us? I ask myself that I have never done anything to let you down, why are you forcing me so hard and wanting to kill me?!" He stared directly at the God of Death, trying to find a trace of hesitation under that cold mask.

The God of Death just sneered, and the Death Scythe in his hand drew a deep arc, as if to split the entire space in two. "Boy, you are still too young and don't understand the dangers of this world."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the abyss of the underworld. "'A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind'. Your realm is improving too fast, so fast that it makes everyone feel scared and uneasy!"

Bai Zhaoyun felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Was excellence a sin? Was all his efforts ultimately rewarded with this outcome? He was unwilling to accept this and didn't understand!

Since he awakened to the space priesthood at the age of 18, he was destined to embark on a different path. At that time, he naturally entered the realm of demigod, and when the news spread, the entire God Realm was shocked. Countless gods cast their eyes on him, with amazement, envy, and of course, jealousy and suspicion.

At the age of 19, he broke through the peak of demigod and reached a new height.

At the age of 20, he crossed the threshold of godhood and became an awe-inspiring lower god.

At the age of 21, he broke through again and reached the realm of intermediate god.

And now, at the age of 22, he has reached the peak of the middle-level god and is only one step away from the supreme high-level god.

This speed of cultivation is simply unheard of!

You know, godhood is the ultimate pursuit of all creatures in the plane, and countless geniuses have tried their best to reach it in their entire lives. Even those who stand at the top of the divine world, which one of them didn't go through a long time and countless trials before finally achieving the supreme godhood?

For him, upgrading is as easy as eating and drinking, one level higher every year. Such talent and speed are simply astonishing, even enough to rival the legendary God of Creation!

"Candidate for the Creator God" is how all gods evaluate him, and it is also their greatest fear of him.

He was like a dazzling star, shining brightly, illuminating the entire divine world, but it also stung the eyes of countless people, making them feel threatened and terrified.

Bai Zhaoyun was shocked by the sudden killing intent of the God of Death. The undisguised malice in the words of the God of Death made his originally relaxed mood suddenly heavy. He tried to stay calm, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his tone, and asked: "Is it because of this that you want to kill me?"

When the God of Death heard Bai Zhaoyun's question, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by a cruel smile. His gloomy voice, as if coming from the depths of hell, made people shudder: "You must have a big secret, I must catch you and get this secret! Haha..."

Before he finished speaking, the God of Death, Silas Savoy, with a huge skull on his head and a creepy laugh, rushed towards Bai Zhaoyun. "Little baby, come to the bowl!" Silas Savoy's voice was full of teasing and greed, as if Bai Zhaoyun was already in his pocket.

Bai Zhaoyun looked at the hideous skull in front of him, and was filled with astonishment. This painting was wrong! Where was the cold-blooded God of Death who would fight at the slightest disagreement? Why did he suddenly become so frivolous and playful?

Without time to think, Bai Zhaoyun flashed and dodged Silas Savoy's attack like a ghost. At the same time, he pinched the magic formula in his hand, and a force of space instantly trapped Silas Savoy in it.

"Brother, let's talk it out nicely!" Bai Zhaoyun looked at the trapped Silas Savoy and tried to reason with him, "Look, we have no grudges against each other in the past or present, so why don't we just let it go?" He even wanted to use the God of Creation as a guarantee to ensure that he would never reveal any secrets about Silas Savoy.

"Are you tired of living? How dare you negotiate with me?" Silas Savoy was completely enraged by Bai Zhaoyun's words. He rushed at the space cage frantically, and the cracks between the bones on his head seemed to be filled with angry flames. "The gap between middle-level gods and high-level gods is unimaginable! Even if there are 100 trillion middle-level gods, not even one can be promoted to a high-level god. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Bai Zhaoyun was curious about Silas Savoy's words. He had been stuck as a high-level god for half a year and was worried about not being able to find a breakthrough.

"The life level of the high-level gods has been sublimated to the extreme, surpassing the ages. I am the only one who can prove it in the heavens, and there is no second one. The concept is immortal, and I can break through the barriers of the planes and travel through the heavens and myriad worlds!"

Silas Savoy's voice was filled with envy and jealousy. "The higher gods have already condensed their godhood. As someone who possesses the godhood, I am qualified to collect faiths like the Lord God and establish my own kingdom of God, although I can only establish a third-level kingdom of God at most."

“The ultimate sublime, I am the only one in the heavens who has proved it, there is no second, the concept is immortal!” Bai Zhaoyun was amazed in his heart, it turned out that the high gods were so powerful!

"Of course. A god like you who was created by the divine fire is just a flower in a greenhouse. You have never been baptized by life and death!" Silas Savoy mocked mercilessly.

Bai Zhaoyun's face turned red and white at what he said. He was unwilling to admit defeat. He clenched his fists and made up his mind: "One day, I will let you see how powerful I am. I am not a flower in a greenhouse!"

"Oh, you are so arrogant!" Silas Savoy looked at Bai Zhaoyun with interest, "You are qualified to know my name. Remember, my name is Silas Savoy!"

Silas Savoy did not rush to attack Bai Zhaoyun. He slowly raised his right hand with his five fingers spread out, as if he was grasping something in the air.

As he moved, a dark crack slowly tore open in his palm, which was the passage to his divine realm.

In the crack, a frightening dark energy rolled, like a ferocious beast that would devour anyone it could. After a moment, a pitch-black sickle slowly rose from the crack.

The sickle was made entirely of an unknown black metal. The blade emitted a cold light, and the handle was engraved with countless souls struggling in pain, as if silently telling of the terrifying power of this artifact.

With the sickle in hand, Silas Savoy's aura suddenly changed, as if he was a demon god awakened from the abyss, exuding suffocating pressure.

He waved his hand casually, and the pitch-black sickle cut a space crack. The space barrier that imprisoned Bai Zhaoyun shattered and turned into starlight that dissipated in the air.

He said playfully: "Youngster, you don't think that the high gods are only capable of this much?" Bai Zhaoyun was suddenly startled and thought to himself that this was not good.

Before he could react, Silas Savoy swung his sickle again, and this time, the sickle was aimed directly at Bai Zhaoyun.

A black beam of energy shot out from the blade at such a speed that Bai Zhaoyun had no time to react.

A deep voice sounded in his ears: "Now, it's my turn." "This is... this is the dark power of the High God?"

Bai Zhaoyun was horrified to find that he could not move at all. The black energy beam imprisoned him tightly, as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

"How is it possible...the gap is so huge!" He couldn't believe that the middle-level god was completely powerless in front of the high-level god!