Li Ling had no leisure to ponder why such an enormous willow stood hidden deep in the forest.
Dreams were bizarre and fantastical; anything could happen in them. Never mind growing in a place like this-even finding it atop a cliff ten thousand feet high would have been nothing strange.
What puzzled Li Ling, however, was that apart from being far larger than an ordinary willow, this tree actually looked quite normal.
It stood over a hundred zhang tall, looking like a towering willow magnified to gigantic proportions.
Its leaves hung from the branches like longswords, slender and lance-shaped, with featherlike veins. They danced without wind to some peculiar rhythm, as though someone were stretching their limbs out of boredom.
But in a place like the Dream Realm, looking normal was itself abnormal.
This was because everything created within dreams was, in essence, formed from yin qi. Whether ordinary living creatures or Spirit Materials imbued with spiritual potency, they could not necessarily preserve their original states and perfectly simulate reality.
Li Ling's dream spirit body did not possess exactly the same abilities as he did, either. In essence, it was a false body fabricated through the Dream-Weaving Art, a projection originating from the material world.
At lower cultivation realms, he could not even freely control all aspects of this body, but had to let it develop numerous discrepancies from reality.
Yet the fact remained that aside from looking rather large, the tree truly displayed no other deformities.
Suddenly, a figure caught Li Ling's eye: a woman dressed in green, her exquisite beauty like a painted portrait, resembling an immortal maiden.
She seemed not to have noticed Li Ling approaching. Sitting on a rock beneath the giant willow, she swung her bare feet and softly sang something, apparently enjoying herself.
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