Qian Renxue's Dream

That night.

Qian Renxue lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for Jiujiu.

What kept replaying in my mind was the ten minutes of agony I experienced during the day, and... that silver-haired, black-clad figure.

Fu Shiyan.

If he were here, how long would he stay?

One hour? Two hours? Or longer?

She didn't know.

But she knew that person could hold out much longer than her.

The more I thought about it, the more resentful I felt.

The more I think about it, the less I can sleep.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but in a daze, she finally fell into a deep sleep.

My consciousness gradually faded, as if I were falling into an endless darkness.

Then--

A light shone.

Where is this?

Qian Renxue, who was observing from the sidelines, found herself in a strange space.

Beneath my feet lies a surging sea of clouds, and above me stretches an endless starry sky.

In the distance, magnificent palaces floated above the sea of clouds, radiating various colors of light.

She can "see" everything, but she can't touch anything.

Even more strangely, she could clearly sense the existence of another consciousness—it seemed to be "herself"?

Then, his consciousness slowly drifted away and he discovered another version of himself cultivating in a temple not far away.

That feeling was strange.

They seem like two people, yet they share a deep connection.

She could sense her own emotions and thoughts in the dream, and even concepts she shouldn't have known, which were now flooding into her mind like instinct.

The Divine Realm.

Angel God.

First-Level God.

Level 139.

What does "level 139..." mean?

The moment the thought arose, a sudden realization dawned on me—it was the hierarchy of the gods.

In the Divine Realm, deities are divided into four major realms: Third-Level God, Second-Level God, First-Level God, and God King.

Third-Level God are between 110 and 120, Second-Level God are between 120 and 130, First-Level God are between 130 and 140, and God King are above 140.

And she—herself in the dream—is one of the most powerful beings among the First-Level God.

Level 139.

Angel God.

[So... this is what the Divine Realm is like...]

A sense of doubt welled up in Qian Renxue's heart as she watched from the sidelines.

She had never learned or heard of this knowledge before, yet at this moment, it was clearly imprinted in her mind as if it were something she was born with.

Then, she looked at the Angel Temple.

The temple was entirely cast from golden divine stone, radiating a soft glow.

Above the temple gate, the angel reliefs are lifelike, with six outstretched wings, as if they might come to life at any moment.

In my dream, I was sitting cross-legged, surrounded by golden divine light, with six wings gently unfolding behind me, and an Angel Mark slowly rotating between my brows.

Its appearance was exactly the same as her current true form, yet completely different.

Because that is God.

The true God.

[Is she... me?]

Qian Renxue, who was watching from the sidelines, was somewhat dazed.

She could perceive every thought she had in her dream—she was comprehending a peculiar cultivation method, she was attempting to reach a higher realm, she was thinking...

A figure.

Fu Shiyan.

[It's him again?!]

Qian Renxue, who was watching from the sidelines, felt a tremor in her heart, and her cheeks uncontrollably flushed slightly.

The Angel God in the dream seemed to have sensed something as well.

She opened her eyes, a gentle smile playing on her lips, and murmured softly:

"Judging by the time, he should be here soon."

The words had barely left his mouth--

A figure descended from the sky and landed outside the gates of the Angel Temple.

Her hair was as white as snow, her clothes as black as night, and two marks between her brows reflected each other—one a purplish-black Destruction Mark, the other a bluish-green Life Mark.

Fu Shiyan.

Or rather, she is Fu Shiyan from the Divine Realm.

His aura... was too strong.

It was so powerful that even Qian Renxue, who was just observing, felt a pang of fear just by "sensing" it.

What level is that?

Level 140? Level 150? Or higher?

The Angel God —who is also Qian Renxue in the dream—rose to greet her.

Her face was filled with undisguised joy, and her steps were as light as a little girl's; where was the dignified and sacred demeanor she had displayed during her cultivation?

"You've arrived!"

Her voice carried a hint of coquetry.

Fu Shiyan looked at her, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes:

"How is your cultivation going?"

"It's alright," the Angel God said coyly, pouting slightly.

"I just always feel like I'm missing something, that I can't break through level 140."

Fu Shiyan raised his hand, gently ruffled her hair, and whispered:

"No rush. Take your time."

The Angel God squinted, like a kitten being stroked, his face full of enjoyment.

Then, she naturally took Fu Shiyan's arm, and the two walked side by side into the temple.

[They... they...]

Qian Renxue, who was watching from the sidelines, stared wide-eyed, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.

That version of myself in the dream, that level 139 Angel God, was actually... actually so intimate with Fu Shiyan?!

Holding hands!

And you're laughing so happily!

That look, that tone, it was clearly...

[Couple!]

These two words exploded in Qian Renxue's mind as she watched, her face burning hot.

How is that possible?!

How could she be with Fu Shiyan...?

No, that was a dream, not real!

But why did her heart beat so fast when she saw this scene?

Why did she feel... that she looked so happy when Fu Shiyan ruffled her hair?

[What... what am I thinking?!]

She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake those thoughts away.

But his gaze involuntarily continued to follow the two figures.

Inside the temple, the two sat at a table carved from Divine Jade, on which were placed several plates of exquisite pastries and a pot of divine wine that exuded a faint fragrance.

The Angel God rested his chin on his hand, looking at Fu Shiyan with a smile in his eyes:

"Have you finished taking care of things over there?"

Fu Shiyan nodded:

"Hmm. Those guys have been relatively well-behaved lately."

"That's good." The Angel God picked up a pastry and held it to his lips. "Try it, I made it myself."

Fu Shiyan looked at her, a helpless smile flashing in her eyes, but she still opened her mouth and accepted the pastry.

The Angel God, with a smile and a gentle curve to his eyebrows, asked:

"Is it tasty?"

"Um."

"That's good!" She nodded in satisfaction, picked up another piece, took a bite, and mumbled:

"I also think it tastes pretty good."

The two sat there, chatting about everyday things, occasionally exchanging a smile.

That atmosphere...

Watching this scene unfold, Qian Renxue felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

Warm and cozy.

calm.

happiness.

It was as if only the two of them remained in the entire world.

Is this... life in the Divine Realm?

She murmured to herself.

No, that's not right.

This is not ordinary life in the Divine Realm.

This is the life of a couple.

It's about that version of myself in my dream, and my life with Fu Shiyan.

So... in the Divine Realm, he and I...