Eerie Dream

"What sort of figure are you in the martial world?"

Di Qi laughed as he looked at the little dog that had suddenly appeared. With great interest, he said, "This was probably the martial world—living freely, repaying grudges and favors. You came to find me to avenge the Demon Lord? You seemed quite confident. Were you comparable to the Delusion Desire Dividing Demon Art?"

"How could this be revenge? A great devil of the martial world who harmed the people deserved death."

The little dog shook his head and sighed. "This old man was merely an unknown nobody in the martial world, muddling through life and wasting countless years. In recent years, I nearly lost my memories as well. I kept dreaming, and I was already close to forgetting who I really was."

"You don't remember who you are?"

Di Qi studied him carefully. "Your martial arts... seemed rather like a dog's."

For a Cosmic Dao Attainer of this level to have amnesia was simply too bizarre.

"That look in your eyes, and that expression—you were clearly sizing this old man up the way you sized up the Demon Lord." The little dog spoke in an ancient, weathered voice. "But you cannot learn any martial arts from me. This old man had no intention of fighting you. Reality held too many disappointments; it was better to be carefree in a dream."

Di Qi continued staring at him.

"Whether you fight to the death has nothing to do with me."

The little dog lay on its back, constantly scratching its soft white belly with its hind legs, looking adorably foolish. "The martial world, this so-called martial world... living freely, repaying grudges and favors—was it not also a grand dream of life? In youth, one wore fine clothes and rode spirited horses;