Dreaming for Ten Years, a Century of Cultivation!

"Luo Ling~"

Li Qingyuan slowly awoke, tears welling up in his eyes.

He did not know why he was crying.

Was it because Luo Changfeng, the role he had become in the dream, had persisted through a thousand years of cultivation, only to succeed through the Extreme Dao and fail through the Extreme Dao—leaving behind the regret of "to hear the Dao in the morning and die that evening without regret"?

It was the regret of an ordinary cultivator who struggled for a lifetime and strove desperately forward, yet still found it difficult to rival a Soul Transformation Heavenly Chosen.

Luo Changfeng's thousand years of cultivation memories, state of mind, and experiences all flowed back from the dream, from illusion, into Li Qingyuan at this very moment, becoming a stretch of real years.

A thousand years in the great dream, ten years spent dreaming.

In that instant, boundless melancholy filled Li Qingyuan's heart. "Was Luo Changfeng real or false?"

"Did I become him in my dream? Or did he become me in his dream?"

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly; the butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. So this was what it meant.

Two tears slid from Li Qingyuan's eyes. They were shed for Luo Changfeng's thousand years of cultivation, and also for the two words "Luo Ling."

"Ling'er, could it be you?" Li Qingyuan shook his head and laughed. "What Luoshen Clan? What Goddess of the Luo Clan? It was nothing more than a great dream."

Li Qingyuan circulated his Mystic Art, stabilized his Primordial Spirit, and began digesting the gains from ten years of seclusion and a thousand years within the great dream.

Buzz!

Within Li Qingyuan's body, the Great Dream Heart Sutra circulated. His magic power transformed into three thousand butterflies, dreamlike and illusory, impossible to distinguish as