Girls' Literature
Ye Tian could not have been more familiar with the face before him.
This was the immortal who had once ridden a sword through the skies in his dreams, the immortal who had once wielded flames in one hand to contend against the Heavenly Dao, the immortal who had once fought the Twelve Ancestral Shamans before breaking into another world.
He looked exactly like Mo Xuan.
He knew this man's name—Ye Tian.
"Why you?"
Ye Tian found it hard to accept the truth before him.
If everything in the dream had been real, then where was reality, and where was the dream?
"I am Ye Tian."
The black-robed man broke into a smile.
"Or rather, I am the embodiment of the Sword Dao in your heart—your Dao of Slaughtering Swords."
Ye Tian collapsed onto the ground, watching the black-robed man talk to himself.
The latter no longer cared about his bleeding wound. He rose directly before Ye Tian, looking down at him from above.
"Every dream you have had these days was given to you by me. Is the Sword Pavilion you are in now truly yours, or is it a trial Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gave you?"
Prompted by the black-robed man, Ye Tian gradually awakened his true consciousness.
Originally, there had only been scattered fragments of memory in his dreams. Now, those fragments slowly linked together, becoming fuller images that played out scene after scene within his mind.
Everything around him began to feel unreal. Every flower, blade of grass, and tree—even Yun Niang's corpse lying on the ground, which pained Ye Tian to see—seemed to turn into an illusion that would shatter at the slightest touch.
"I... remember now..."
Clutching his swollen, aching head through gritted teeth, Ye Tian slowly stood.
In that instant, he recalled every