My name is Dimeng.

Speaking of this name, it has to be traced back to 100,000 years ago, when the Nine Realms were first formed, my first master forged me from the Divine Weapon Scroll, I was originally a medium to seal the Nightmare Beast, how did I know that after a thousand years, the Nightmare Beast escaped and swallowed me, I fell from the topmost Divine Realm of the Nine Realms to the Netherworld where the hellish creatures lived, and then I coexisted with the Nightmare Beast for several years, until tens of thousands of years later, my master found the Nightmare Beast again and killed it, and I also fell into the Netherworld Lethe River in that war, and since then I have begun my long and indefinite Nine Realms "exile" ……

I'm famous. The one who created me is the founding god of the Nine Realms, and the world fears me and ranks me at the top of the Nine Great Magical Weapons; Therefore, when each of my masters sacrificed me, I could always see the fear and anxiety written on their faces.

- "Cleansing Dreams"

No wonder they are afraid of me, indeed, I have been in exile in the Nine Realms for a full fifty thousand years, and no living creature has really escaped my entanglement, so it can be said that my reputation in the Nine Realms has not been good over the years.

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In 50,000 years, I can't remember how many dreams of living beings have passed by.

"Cleanse dreams, ghost bells. The bell bearer sacrifices the soul of life, and forms a bond of nine lives and nine lives with the dream of purification, and the bell knot is indissolvable, and the bond lasts forever. The world fears it. There is a star god king who wants to find a way to solve the bell, and he searched all over the Nine Realms, but finally returned to no avail......"

This is the only "Demon Weapon Record" in the Nine Realms that has left a record for me, and this book is hidden in the Netherworld Abyss and few people know about it.

Netherworld Bell, I don't know who put this title on my body, the artifact has no intention, my good or evil is all in the host's thoughts. As for this Star Divine Monarch, I have never heard of it......

I don't like to kill, but I have killed many people, including the hosts I have parasitized for 50,000 years.

The world does not know that if you want to use my divine power, unless you have the power to shake the heavens and the earth, the caster must exchange a wisp of his own soul, and the longer the dream, the greater the cost.

And I often build dreams with living souls, and if the dreams come true, the nightmare will haunt the nine lives and nine lives of the caster.

Nightmares are born in the human heart, but I can often explore the most vulnerable areas of the human heart, and in the past 50,000 years, there have been countless people in the Nine Realms who have chosen to cut themselves off because they cannot bear the pain of dreams......

At the end of the day, Dream Forge is more of a transaction, and Nightmare of the Ninth is a bargain. In 50,000 years, there are only a handful of people who can willingly make this comparison with me, but there is such a person, who not only willingly completed this comparison with me, but also is willing to inject the dreams of this life into the soul of the remaining nine lives.

Build your own nightmares. This is really the strangest transaction I've ever encountered, and I haven't been able to figure out how anyone would be willing to tie the bonds of the ninth life for themselves in the first life?

Looking at the Nine Realms, he is still the first person who can withstand the nightmare of my nine lives and nine lives.

Wu Yang, the last emperor in the history of the Dark Witch, and the third host in my exile in the Nine Realms......

It was the 3,000th year I had spent in the Witch Realm, and my second host, the Mad King, Feared Clouds, had launched one of the deadliest wars in the history of the Witches, and the Holy Witches had been wiped out in the war.

The Mad King went on a crusade to the east, but he died suddenly outside the capital of the enemy country, and no one knows the true cause of the death of this bloodthirsty monarch, only I know that he actually died at the hands of his own son.

Fearing Wuyang, he killed his father at the age of fifteen and inherited the throne at the age of sixteen, becoming the youngest emperor in the history of black witches and the saddest emperor.

Why the sorrow? For he was only two hundred years old when he died, and was pierced in the chest with a seven-inch sword, and I fell with him in a pool of blood, under the Mosuo tree, and he died like my father.

This story has to start with the Battle of Haoyue, when Wu Yang was only a ten-year-old child, and he hadn't yet inherited the throne and hadn't met that person......