Hengyue Sect In the quiet cave shrouded by the barrier of the back mountain, Luo Chuan sat cross-legged on the bluestone futon, and the remaining aura of ice and fire around him slowly restrained itself.
After this battle, the physical body was severely consumed, but the spiritual soul was tempered like never before in the ultimate fight against Void Tribulation Palm Sovereign, and became more condensed and transparent.
After pondering for a moment about the mystery of realm breakthrough and origin fusion, deep in the center of his eyebrows, the origin of the Dream Dao that had been dormant for a long time quietly revived.
This Tao is the most mysterious foundation of the Tao that he acquired in his early years. It does not attack or defend against enemies, but it can go back in time, enter the past, and see the afterimages of the old world in the long river of time.
At this moment, his soul was restless, eager to accumulate the gains from this battle and break through the realm barriers. Luo Chuan's mind moved and he let nature take its course and activated Dream Dao Technique.
In an instant, the boundless and soft dream-colored glimmer spurted out from between his eyebrows, instantly covering his entire body.
The spiritual energy in the cave suddenly stopped, and the surrounding layout, the boundaries between heaven and earth, and even the entire space-time trajectory of Vermilion Bird Planet were completely blurred, faded, and dissipated under the power of the dream path.
There is no violent space vibration, no majestic roar of spiritual power, only a gentle and extremely gentle time review that spans eternity.
Luo Chuan's consciousness is like a piece of rootless duckweed, swept away by the torrent of endless years, instantly stripped of all memories and shackles of cultivation in this world.
Void Profound's vast cultivation in the mid-term, the supreme sword energy blended with ice and fire, the shocking fight between Palm Sovereign and Tuosen, Xiangang Continent's ultimate long-cherished wish, Hengyue Sect's years of practice...
Everything belonging to the immortal cultivator Luo Chuan is like a dust-covered scroll, sinking layer by layer into the deepest part of his consciousness, completely falling into silence.
The soul falls lightly, shuttles, breaks through the layers of mist of time, and passes through the changes of spring and autumn.
After an unknown amount of time, the boundless darkness faded away, and the noisy and vivid human fireworks suddenly poured into his perception.
There was a lot of hustle and bustle, noisy voices, and a strong aroma of wine.
The warm sunlight shines through the carved wooden windows and breaks into mottled light spots, falling on the young man's thin green-clad shoulders.
Luo Chuan opened his eyes suddenly, blinked blankly, and a strong sense of trance swept through his body.
The nose is filled with the mellow aroma of rice wine, the oily aroma of side dishes, the chatter and laughter of diners coming and going, the crisp sound of clinking wine bowls, and the loud shouts of the waiter.
Looking up, I saw simple wooden beams, with faded wine flags hanging on them, and two large, scrawled characters written on them, Feng Gui.
There are ordinary people in coarse clothes and cloth shoes everywhere, either in small groups, drinking or drinking alone and chatting in low voices, and the authentic local accent of the Zhao Kingdom lingers in your ears.
The carved wooden table, the rough porcelain wine bowl, the fireworks market, are all ordinary things in this world.
This is not a fairy-cultivating cave with abundant spiritual energy, no spells that can control the world, no sword energy that tears through the void, and no supreme fight with half a step of Void Tribulation.
Luo Chuan lowered his head and looked at his hands. They were clean and slender. There was no thick callus from holding the sword all year round, no flowing aura of ice and fire, only the gentleness and plainness of an ordinary boy.
The body is light, without any vast spiritual power, and the heart is empty, without any murderous and violent aura that stretches across the nine heavens.
Luo Chuan raised his hand in confusion and rubbed his swollen temples, his mind was in chaos.
Just now... he seemed to have experienced an extremely long, extremely real, yet absurd and bizarre dream.
In the dream, he stood on the sky with his feet and held Immortal Sword in his hand, which could cause ice and fire to burn the sky, and break the void.
He once competed with the unparalleled supreme being, saw the heaven and earth collapse, the great array was annihilated, traveled among the stars and seas, pursued the road to immortality, and overlooked thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
In the dream, there are gods and demons all over the sky, eternal disputes, old friends who have been with each other for a long time, life-and-death battles, and a road to immortality with no end in sight despite all the years.
That dream was so real that every tremor of the sword energy breaking through the air, every sharp pain of being wounded in the origin, and every heart palpitation of trying to survive in a desperate situation were all clearly imprinted on my perception, as if it was yesterday.
However, all the details are hazy and fuzzy, unable to be grasped or touched, leaving only a vast and vast aftertaste of eternal vicissitudes remaining in the bottom of my heart.
"It turned out to be a dream..."
Luo Chuan murmured in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and confused as he had just woken up.
He has no memory of what cultivation is, what the great road is, what Void Profound Void Tribulation is, let alone recognizes Palm Sovereign, Tuosen, Li Muwan, these people in the dream.
At this moment, his memory is clear and he is an ordinary young man from the Great Zhao dynasty.
I had nothing to do and came to Wind Return Tavern in the city to sit and drink. I just lay down on the table and took a nap, having a bizarre dream that lasted forever.
In the dream, the nine-sky sea of clouds, the battle between gods and demons, and the path to immortality are all illusions.
The diners around are chatting and laughing, the fireworks in the market are warm, and the various conditions of the world in front of you are the real reality.
Luo Chuan picked up the slightly cold rice wine on the table, raised his head and took a sip.
The sweet wine slipped into the throat, soothing the inexplicable feeling of despair and confusion in my heart.
I just don't know why, but there is always a lingering strangeness deep in my heart.
It was obviously just a dream, but it made him feel inexplicably tired and lost.
It seems as if something extremely important has been lost, as if there is a bond that spans millions of years and has been completely forgotten at the end of time.
He raised his eyes and looked out the window at the clear sky, watching the rolling clouds and the crowds of people in the market, and let out a sigh of relief.
"A big dream, like half a lifetime..."
Luo Chuan stood up unsteadily, and as soon as he walked out of the restaurant, he saw a young man of similar age to him at the door.
"Brother Luo, you must have drunk too much. Don't forget that we are going to the Hengyue Sect today to test our spiritual roots."
The young man patted Luo Chuan on the shoulder and said, "If we go late, we will have to wait for a year. We'd better hurry up and don't make people wait in a hurry."
Luo Chuan also thought about it after hearing this. He came here just to be able to join Hengyue Sect. He was tired from the journey and asked for a glass of wine, but he never thought about drinking and causing trouble.
"Oh oh oh, I forgot about serious matters, let's go quickly." Luo Chuan carried his bamboo box and followed the young man Li Gou in the direction of the Hengyue Sect.
Hengyue Sect is not far from here. Both of them are young people. It only took half an hour to reach the top of the Hengyue Sect.
At this time, on the top of the mountain, many mortal disciples were ready. Looking at the elders in front of them, everyone had excited expressions on their faces.
The leader, the elder Liu Wenju, stroked his pale goat's beard and his eyes echoed among the crowd. When he saw Luo Chuan, he had a special feeling.
"Progenitor, what's wrong with you?" True Person Huanglong also came over, looked at elder Liu Wenju, and asked with a puzzled face.
"It's okay, I just felt a special aura in front of that mortal, as if we had seen him somewhere before."