Dao, too, came in dreams; Qingju was invited upon the heart.
When I woke, the flowers had not yet ended; the sword stilled, leaving only Gu Louying.
That number-one sword of the Three Realms, which had once bloomed on Ba Zunan's road to attaining the Dao, crossed millions upon millions of Mysterious Gates and arrived soundlessly from a distant future in spacetime.
"Dream..."
This was not the first time Sheng Xin had personally felt Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns.
Completely unlike Xu Xiaoshou's sword, Ba Zunan, as the first creator of Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns, wielded the sword with a far more natural perfection.
He had no intention whatsoever of hiding when this sword began, how it transformed, or what result it would ultimately guide one toward.
Still less did he lay another layer of the Sea of Intent Dao beneath the dream, so that even if the one struck by the sword broke free of the dream, they could only fall into the next vortex.
His Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns was only a pure dream.
This sword was meant to make one die within the dream, as though it had also already decided that anyone who entered the dream would have not the slightest possibility of waking again.
"You have already reached the end of the Dao. How could your sword advance another inch?"
Sheng Xin had no strength left to resist at all. In truth, the moment he saw those millions upon millions of Mysterious Gates arrayed before his face, he had completely despaired.
After the "hard control" of the Trillion-Fold Heavenly Mechanism Brain, his path had been utterly cut off. He could not hear the slightest sound from the outside world, and he had even lost the will to save himself.
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