Since he had once been an Immortal Emperor, that naturally meant it was all in the past. Nine times out of ten, he had fallen!
"Great Dream Immortal Venerable!"
Just as Jian Shang's emotions churned restlessly, Lady Nandou spoke with worshipful fervor in her eyes.
"Immortal Venerable?!" Jian Shang's eyes bulged, and he froze for a moment.
An Immortal Venerable—an existence on Pangu's level. Even after suffering grievous wounds, Immortal Venerable Pangu could still cleave heaven and earth apart, laying plans for countless ages into the future. The cultivation, strength, power, and abilities of that level were simply unimaginable.
Lady Nandou nodded heavily and answered with a statement shocking enough to never rest until it killed: "Yes! The most mysterious and youngest Immortal Venerable. It is said that he came from this very heaven and earth, though no one knows the specifics. After countless ages, countless factions failed to find the supreme treasure Immortal Venerable Pangu left behind. There have long been rumors that the Great Dream Immortal Venerable, who rose in the most recent era, obtained Pangu's legacy treasure, which was why he advanced by leaps and bounds and achieved an impossible, heaven-defying legend..."
Such a distant existence, such utterly unfamiliar scraps of legend—Jian Shang could sense Lady Nandou's fervor, but he himself felt little. Instead, his eyelids twitched, and his heart inexplicably pounded in alarm, because...
The image in Quiet Night Thoughts that seemed to depict "lying beneath the Xingkong" held the profound meaning of "a millennium in a dream between the snap of fingers." Was that not precisely the meaning of a great dream?
If one could grasp the profundity of "a thousand years in one dream," cultivation would naturally become swift, because time itself would have lost all meaning!
Seeing that Huan Emperor showed little reaction,