Without deliberately resisting, he simply let himself get drunk. When Ren Jie opened his eyes again, he found that the sky outside had already begun to darken. His entire body felt indescribably relaxed. There was none of the discomfort or pain that usually followed drunkenness. The Jade Emperor Art circulated slowly within him as Ren Jie gradually rose from the bed.
Life was but a fleeting dream—how much joy could one truly have? All of a sudden, Ren Jie recalled a line. He clearly remembered hearing it when he had been studying on Earth, when he had secretly read extracurricular books beneath his desk while the teacher lectured from above. Back then, he had not remembered those words at all. But ever since coming here and making a major realm breakthrough, he could clearly recall the events around him in his previous life and the words others had spoken, and draw upon them whenever he needed.
Life drifted like a dream. Count it up—how many joyful days could there be? What was life? Nothing more than one grand dream. You could not control a dream's beginning or end; you could only take part in it passively. Dwelling in the inn of all things, a passing guest through a hundred generations. Yet what did the bustling masses pursue? Joy alone. Heaven, earth, and time could not be swayed, but the path within the dream was one you walked yourself.
After sobering up, Ren Jie did not immediately get up. Without realizing it, he began thinking about what had happened yesterday. He had blown things up to deal with that situation, but getting drunk afterward had also been a form of release from deep within his heart.
This was not a dream. This was the world where he had been reborn.
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