The Immortal Palace shone resplendently.
Clouds and mist churned.
Delusion?
What delusion? Liang Qu fell into thought, feeling that the half-sentence had neither beginning nor end.
Long E Ying's eyes flickered. She secretly tugged at his sleeve and leaned close to his ear to remind him, "Senior was likely referring to the Dream Realm Dynasty. You said, 'The Da Li Emperor sought to create a Dream Realm Dynasty, to live forever and never perish, yet it would ultimately be a delusion.' Senior said that was not so..."
The Dream Realm Dynasty?
Not so...
Liang Qu's thoughts stalled. A chill ran down his spine, and he blurted out in shock.
"Grand Ancestor Da Li succeeded?"
Silence.
No one answered.
The white mist drifted and swayed, speaking no more. The enormous eyes continued to churn, their hollows filled with clouds and fog.
The gaze vanished.
"Senior! Senior?"
A breeze gradually rose.
Great Mist flooded the entire Immortal Palace in an instant. After a wave of dizziness, when everyone regained their senses, they had already left the grand hall.
They looked back.
The Immortal Palace's doors were shut tight.
It had disappeared.
Liang Qu plopped down on the jade steps before the door, his brows tightly furrowed.
Instead of continuing along the thread of his words, the white mist had skipped back to something said several exchanges ago. He had not reacted at first, yet that single sentence from the "white mist" had given the three of them an incomparably vast amount of information.
"The Dream Realm Dynasty truly succeeded?"
"If that is so, does it not mean that a netherworld truly exists, where one may see the dead?" Long Binglin looked shocked, and even somewhat excited.
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