After Wang Baole learned of the name Xuanchen Empire from Little Five many years ago, he had searched for it for a long time. To be precise, there had once been a Xuanchen Empire in the world of the stone tablet, but that Xuanchen Empire was not this Xuanchen Empire.
Until today, after taking a big detour, he had come to the real Xuanchen Empire in such a way.
Looking at the totem of the palace in the distance and the bustling crowd on the streets despite the rain, Wang Baole's heart stirred. He saw that in the crowd, there were lonely people, men and women snuggled under an umbrella, people who were hurrying along, and people who seemed to be strolling happily.
He saw peddlers who were still doing their business with their cloth tents. He saw singers who were holding fans over their mouths as they looked at the passersby. He saw his mother who was tugging at her child's ear in the courtyard in the distance. He also saw a group of guards passing by even further away.
There were also hungover people who were lying in the alley, awakened by the cold rain, but did not get up. Instead, they turned around and went back to sleep while mumbling. There were also shifty-eyed thieves in the crowd who were secretly stealing. Even further away, there were luxuriously dressed wealthy merchants who walked out from where the singers were, their faces flushed.
All of this was reflected in Wang Baole's eyes. He closed his eyes.
Chaotic sounds gradually filled his mind. There were footsteps, the sound of rain falling, the peddlers' cries, and the laughter of children playing in the rain.
Life was like a painting. At this moment, a corner of Wang Baole's mind was revealed.
All sorts of sounds and all sorts of sights weaved together to form this world. When it was reflected in Wang Baole's mind, he opened his eyes and looked at a little boy with a ponytail in front of him. He felt very emotional.
This little boy was chasing after his playmate and ran past Wang Baole. Even though he was drenched by the rain, he was still happy. Even if he slipped and fell, splashing the rain on the ground, he immediately got up and continued running forward with a smile.
However, after running a few steps, he seemed to notice Wang Baole. Perhaps it was because he felt that the appearance of a static person in this dynamic world was a little abrupt, so he turned around to look at Wang Baole.
The boy's eyes were clear, and his face was filled with curiosity. After exchanging glances with Wang Baole, he stuck out his tongue at him and ran off into the distance.
Wang Baole watched as the child's silhouette disappeared around the corner of the street. He smiled. He knew that everything here was a dream of someone who lived in the Space Source Dao Kong. The dream was very real. Even though there was only one city in the world of the dream, every brick and tile, and every person in the city was vivid and lifelike.
"Only an extremely deep obsession can form such a realistic dream." Wang Baole murmured as he looked up at the Imperial Palace. For someone to be able to create such a dreamscape, other than their obsession, they must also possess astonishing strength.
Only in this way could they create a city that contained the Imperial Palace in a dreamscape that was no different from reality. It was even very easy for people to get lost in it and be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
There shouldn't be many people in the Black Dust Empire who could do this. Wang Baole's Divine Sense swept across, and only there was a sleeping aura in the Imperial Palace.
This aura was very strong. Even with Wang Baole's current cultivation, he still felt that it was powerful. Its identity … was not difficult to guess. It was Xiaowu's father, the Black Dust Emperor!
"This is the Black Dust Emperor's dream?" Wang Baole wasn't sure. Based on his understanding, the Mystic Earth Emperor was indeed capable of creating a city that included the imperial palace. It was so realistic that it seemed like a dream. But that wasn't his limit. Based on Wang Baole's understanding of the fifth step, if the Mystic Earth Emperor wanted to, he could create a cosmos.
Therefore, as he pondered, Wang Baole, who was holding an oil paper umbrella, walked forward. His pace was not fast as he walked in the rain towards the Imperial Palace. Along the way, he appeared in the eyes of countless people, but in the blink of an eye, no one remembered him at all.
It was as if everything in this dreamscape had a fixed logic. Wang Baole's arrival was not enough to disrupt it. The dreamscape continued to operate without him.
Just like that, in the rain, Wang Baole walked, walked, walked, passed the streets, walked down the main road, and finally appeared in front of the Imperial Palace. He stood there and looked up at the huge parrot totem above.
For a moment, he seemed to have an illusion that the parrot was also looking down at him at this moment.
After staring for a long time, Wang Baole seemed to be deep in thought. He retracted his gaze and lifted his foot. When he landed, he had already disappeared outside the Imperial Palace and appeared in a large hall inside the Imperial Palace.
This place seemed to be the Xuanchen Emperor's study. It was filled with bamboo slips. Wang Baole saw that behind the luxurious long table that seemed to be carved out of jade, sitting there like a huge mountain … was the Xuanchen Emperor.
He was tall and burly, with a dignified expression. He wore simple green robes and sat there, looking down at the bamboo slips in his hand. He seemed calm, but inside his body, there seemed to be a storm that could destroy everything. If one looked at him, they would collapse as if they were looking at something they could not see.
It was as if the Dao of this figure was too terrifying, and the natural laws it contained were too shocking. It was like a huge vortex that could devour everything.
Compared to him, Wang Baole's body was also a vortex, but it was still somewhat lacking. However, he could still maintain his body and not be affected.
At this moment, there was no one else in the hall other than the Xuanchen Emperor and Wang Baole. It was completely silent.
Wang Baole did not speak. He looked at the Xuanchen Emperor and sensed the vast might emanating from him. As he silently observed him, the Xuanchen Emperor suddenly spoke.
"You shouldn't have come."
As soon as he said that, the sky outside reverberated with the roar of thunder. Bolts of lightning rumbled across the sky, causing the dark clouds that covered the setting sun to flicker.
Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and still did not speak. He only turned his head and looked outside the hall. At this moment, there was a young man in a luxurious robe. He had one foot in the hall, but he hesitated and spoke in a low voice.
"Father, I …"
This young man was Xiaowu from Wang Baole's memory. His aura was slightly different from the people in this city. He seemed to be more agile.
"Leave." Before Xiaowu could finish, he was interrupted by the Xuanchen Emperor sitting there. He did not raise his head and spoke coldly.
"Father, I … I want to go out. I don't want to be here. I …"
"Scram!" The Xuanchen Emperor's voice was slightly louder. In the sky outside, the roar of thunder was even more violent. Xiaowu was so frightened that his face turned pale. He instinctively retracted his foot that was about to enter the hall. He seemed to be suppressing his grievance and anger. His face was flushed red as he glanced at Wang Baole before turning to leave.
Wang Baole frowned slightly as he looked at Xiaowu's back. He had a feeling that the other party's existence in this dream was a little strange.
"Fellow Daoist, you came here in a dream. No matter what your intentions are, this place does not welcome you. Are you leaving or not?" The moment Wang Baole turned to look at Xiaowu's back, a cold voice filled with killing intent came from behind him.
The Xuanchen Emperor, who was sitting there with his head lowered, slowly raised it at this moment. His gaze seemed to contain lightning as he looked coldly at Wang Baole.
Wang Baole turned his head and looked at the Xuanchen Emperor. He frowned again. He originally thought that this was the Xuanchen Emperor's dream. Now that he saw it, it was indeed in line with his guess. However … Xiaowu was more agile than the other people.
"Whose dream is this?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he cupped his fists and bowed to the Xuanchen Emperor.
"Sorry to disturb you." With that, he turned to leave.
The Mystic Earth Emperor's gaze remained fixed on Wang Baole. It was only when Wang Baole's silhouette completely disappeared that he slowly retracted his gaze. He lowered his head again and stared at the bamboo scroll in his hand, remaining motionless.
At this moment, outside the palace, in the alley that few people paid attention to, the hungover middle-aged man who was awakened by the rain and turned to sleep again was mumbling.
"Why is it raining again? Disturbing my sweet dreams …"
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