strictlysupreme Chapter 338 Dragon-Slaying Formation
Chapter 338 Dragon-Slaying Formation
Gu Yuchuan was too lazy to waste any more time with them and moved forward directly. The giant wave behind them stopped there. Qionghua was a little scared, and she subconsciously called out "Your Majesty." Gu Yuchuan turned to her and nodded slightly: "Don't be afraid, I'll be fine. These few Golden Core stage trash are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of me. Just stay here and watch. Someone is protecting you in secret. You'll be alright."
After saying that, he stepped into the great formation. However, he didn't have much confidence. After all, the Dragon-Slaying Formation and the Dragon-Slaying Sword were designed to prevent the birth of the dragon. Even if he was strong, he would probably have to go through many difficulties to get through it. But he was not afraid. He had to take this trip. His eyes were full of determination. He had obviously made up his mind. He entered the formation directly, and instantly, his consciousness disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, he felt as if there were some restrictions on him. Just like the powerful formation before, his memories were sealed again, and there was even a false layer of memories.
This is a world where immortals and gods exist. He is just a weak well dragon king. Although he is called a dragon king, he is actually just a small snake. He was given the divine position of dragon king, but he is still a snake. He just has some divine powers. The scope of his divine domain is only this Zou Family Village. His actual power is only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Only in this well and the temple above it can he have the strength of the Golden Core stage. In this world, he is very weak.
The drought here has lasted for a year now. On the first and fifteenth of each month, the villagers come to offer sacrifices to him, hoping that he will send down a heavy rain to relieve the drought. If this continues, the villagers will not be able to survive, and the crops will die. Last year, they were able to survive only because they used their most precious resources. Now, these methods are no longer available. If there is no rain, they will eventually die.
Gu Yuchuan could indeed bring rain; after all, the Well Dragon King was a dragon king, and with this divine title, he naturally had the ability. However, he couldn't do it. A few years ago, a high-ranking official of the third rank was born in Zoujia Village. He had made a mistake in the capital, and the emperor personally ordered Zoujia Village to suffer a three-year drought as punishment. As a mere Well Dragon King, he dared not disobey the emperor's decree.
The current Ming Dynasty is a true celestial dynasty, with even cultivators who have attained immortality. How could he dare to disobey? If he were to bring rain, his fate would be a hundred times more miserable than that of the villagers of Zoujia Village. At least they are subjects of the celestial dynasty, but these gods who are conferred titles later in life are merely servants of the celestial dynasty. In the eyes of the common people, they are high and mighty, but in the eyes of the powerful and cultivators, they are the lowest of beings. After all, they can just randomly find a wild beast or a mortal and confer titles upon them using their destiny.
Today is the day of the twice-monthly sacrificial ceremony. In the past, Zoujia Village would not have held such continuous sacrifices, as it was a waste of manpower and resources and was usually done on a small scale. However, with no rain for so long, they were anxious and could only hope that more sacrifices would move Gu Yuchuan to send rain and bless them.
But in reality, Gu Yuchuan didn't dare.
Inside the temple, his spirit appeared on the statue. He looked at the people in front of him. He knew them all. They had offered him much faith, and it was because of them that he existed. How could he not want to help them? He wanted to, but he dared not. He could not muster even a trace of the will to resist.
After watching them offer up the six kinds of livestock, he felt even more distressed. He even closed his eyes to prevent himself from seeing them continue their rituals. However, the power of faith continued to enter his body, and their prayers began to resonate in his ears.
"Please, Your Majesty the Dragon King, send down rain to relieve the drought in my Zou Family Village. My Zou Family Village will then worship the Dragon King even more devoutly. Please, Your Majesty the Dragon King, bless us!"
Countless voices rang in his ears, and he was going a little crazy. Suddenly, a voice resounded in his heart: "If a god cannot protect his believers, then why should believers worship a god?"
If he had a physical body now, a fine layer of sweat would appear on his back. Indeed, the essence of faith in God is an equal exchange: believers surrender their faith, and the gods protect them with their power.
Just now, it was actually Gu Yuchuan's own consciousness that was giving him pointers. Although the formation sealed his memories and magic power, his subconscious could not be completely blocked, and it could always have some influence.
Finally, the ritual ended, and Gu Yuchuan felt even more distressed. Looking at the intense power of faith emanating from his idol, he felt utterly useless. How could he disregard the prayers of his followers? Was this still a deity?
He returned to his well, his conscience tormented. He felt a conflict between his conscience and his fear of death. On one hand, he really wanted to do something, but on the other hand, he was truly afraid of dying. He had once been just a newly enlightened snake who had become a god through a great opportunity. He did not want to die; he enjoyed his life as a god.
While he was pondering this, at the village chief's house, they were also thinking about something.
Several elderly people were sitting here; they were all in charge of Zoujia Village. The village chief sighed and said, "It seems I guessed right. There must have been some order from the capital that made the Dragon King afraid to send rain. Otherwise, after so many sacrifices, the Dragon King wouldn't have ignored it. Our Dragon King is the kindest of all."
The old man next to me is the village head: "Are we just going to accept our fate? If the rain doesn't come, we'll all die. I don't want that. I want to live."
The village chief's eyes turned fierce: "Who doesn't want to live? There's only one way now: send away young boys and girls. This is the highest level of sacrifice. I don't believe the Dragon King won't be tempted. This will greatly increase his cultivation. Go and prepare."
The group exchanged glances. Although the idea of using young boys and girls was bloody and brutal, no one would refuse if it could resolve the current situation. They could only sigh and go out to prepare.
At this moment, Gu Yuchuan was still struggling with his decision. His subconscious told him that he had to fight for his followers and his duty, and that he couldn't act this way. However, reality prevented him from doing so. He didn't know where this rebellious spirit came from; it was something he had never felt before. But subconsciously, he knew it was a good thing, as if it were of great benefit to him. He enjoyed this process of reflection.