Wang Baole had been searching for the name Xuanchen Empire for a long time after learning about it from his childhood friends many years ago. To be precise, there once was a Xuanchen Empire in the stone tablet world, but that Xuanchen was not this Xuanchen.
Until today, after a long journey, I came to the real Xuanchen Empire in this way.
Looking at the totem of the Royal Palace in the distance, and at the crowds of people on the streets that were still bustling even in the rain, Wang Baole also felt something in his heart. He saw among the crowds, there were people who were alone, men and women cuddling under an umbrella, and people who were hurrying on their way.
, there are also people who seem to be walking happily.
He saw the hawkers who were still doing business with their tents set up. He saw the singer holding a fan to cover her mouth in the pavilion window and looking at the passers-by. He saw the mother in the yard in the distance, tugging on the ears of the naughty boy.
, and also saw a group of guards passing by further away.
There are also hungover people lying in the alley, awakened by the freezing rain, but they do not get up, but mutter in their mouths, turn around and go back to sleep, and there are also little thieves in the crowd who steal quietly.
, and further away, a wealthy businessman with a glowing face who walked out from the place where the singer was, dressed luxuriously.
All this came into Wang Baole's eyes, and he closed his eyes.
Mixed sounds gradually filled his mind, including the sound of footsteps, the sound of rain falling to the ground, the cries of vendors, and the laughter of children playing in the rain.
Life is full of picturesque scenes, and at this moment, a corner of it is revealed in Wang Baole's heart.
All kinds of sounds and all kinds of sights were woven into this world, and when Wang Baole was reflected in his mind, he opened his eyes holding an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the child with braided hair in front of him, feeling very emotional in his heart.
The child was chasing his playmates and ran past Wang Baole. Even though he was soaked by the rain, he was still happy. Even if he slipped and fell, splashing rain on the ground, he got up immediately and continued to laugh.
ran forward.
However, after running a few steps, he seemed to notice Wang Baole. Perhaps he felt that in this dynamic world, the appearance of a seemingly stationary person was a bit unexpected, so he turned back and glanced at Wang Baole.
The child's eyes were clear and there was curiosity on his face. After making eye contact with Wang Baole, he stuck out his tongue at him and ran away.
Staring at the child's back disappearing around the corner, Wang Baole smiled. He knew that everything here was a dream of someone living in Yuanyu Daokong. This dream was very real, even if this dream world
, there is only this city, but every brick and tile in this city, every pedestrian, is lifelike.
"Only deep obsession can form such a real dream." Wang Baole murmured, looking up at the palace. A person who can weave such a dream must not only have obsession, but also possess amazing strength.
Only in this way can a city containing a royal palace be created in a dream that is indistinguishable from reality, and it is even easy for people to get lost in it and not be able to tell the truth from the false.
There shouldn't be many people who can do this in this Xuanchen Empire. Wang Baole's spiritual thoughts swept over him, and only in the palace, there was an aura of sleep.
This aura is very strong. Even with Wang Baole's current cultivation level, it still feels powerful. His identity... is not difficult to guess, it is Xiao Wu's father, Emperor Xuan Chen!
"Is this the dream of Emperor Xuanchen?" Wang Baole was a little unsure. According to his understanding, Emperor Xuanchen could indeed weave such a lifelike dream for all living beings in the city that included the palace, but this
It's not the limit. According to Wang Baole's perception of the fifth step, if Emperor Xuanchen wanted to, he could weave a starry sky.
So in deep thought, Wang Baole, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked forward. His steps were not fast, walking in the rain, towards the palace. He appeared in the eyes of countless passers-by on the road, but in the blink of an eye, no one could remember him.
slightest.
Just like this dream, everything has its own fixed logic. Wang Baole's arrival is not enough to disrupt it. Whether he is present or not, the dream will still run.
Just like this, in the rain, Wang Baole walked, walked, crossed the streets, walked along the avenue, and finally appeared in front of the palace. He stood there, looking up at the huge parrot totem above.
Vaguely, he seemed to have the illusion that the parrot was also looking down at him at this moment.
After staring for a long time, Wang Baole looked thoughtfully, retracted his gaze, raised his steps, and when he fell, he had disappeared outside the palace and appeared in a main hall inside the palace.
This place seemed to be Emperor Xuanchen's study. It was filled with bamboo slips. At the same time, behind the huge long table as luxurious as carved railings and jade, Wang Baole saw sitting there, like a huge mountain... Emperor Xuanchen.
His figure is tall and burly, with a majestic expression, wearing a simple green shirt. He is sitting there at the moment, looking down at the bamboo slips in his hands. He seems quiet, but in his body, it seems that there is a storm that can destroy everything, even if his eyes fall.
, will cause oneself to collapse as if seeing something invisible.
It's as if the Tao of this figure is too terrifying, and the rules it contains are too amazing. It's like a huge whirlpool that can swallow everything.
Compared with him, although Wang Baole himself is also a whirlpool, he still has some shortcomings, but he can still maintain himself unaffected.
At this moment, except for Emperor Xuanchen and Wang Baole, there was no one else in the entire hall, and it was completely silent.
Wang Baole didn't speak. He looked at Emperor Xuanchen and felt the vast power coming from him. While silently observing, Emperor Xuanchen who was sitting there suddenly spoke.
"You shouldn't have come."
As soon as the words came out, thunder roared in the sky outside, and lightning flashed across, making the dark clouds that covered the sunset also flicker.
Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and still did not speak. He just turned around and looked outside the hall. At this moment, there was a young man there, wearing a gorgeous robe. He had already stepped into the hall with one foot, but he hesitated and spoke in a low voice cautiously.
"Father, I..."
This young man is the Xiao Wu in Wang Baole's memory. The aura on his body is somewhat different from that of the sentient beings in this city, and seems to be more agile.
"Step back." Before Xiao Wu could finish speaking, his words were interrupted by Emperor Xuan Chen who was 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..."
"Get out!" Emperor Xuanchen's voice became louder, and the thunder in the sky outside became even more violent. Xiao Wu turned pale with fright, and instinctively retracted one foot that entered the hall. He only promised, as if he was holding back his grievance and anger.
, his face turned red, he glanced at Wang Baole, then turned and left.
Wang Baole frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Wu's back. He had a feeling that the other person's existence in this dream was a bit strange.
"Fellow Taoist Meng came here. No matter what your intentions are, you are not welcome here. Are you leaving, or not?" The moment Wang Baole turned back to look at Xiao Wu's back, a cold voice with murderous intent came from behind him.
.
Sitting there, Emperor Xuanchen, who originally lowered his head, slowly raised his head at this moment, his eyes seemed to contain thunder, and he looked at Wang Baole coldly.
Wang Baole turned his head and looked at Emperor Xuanchen, frowning again. He originally thought that this was Emperor Xuanchen's dream. What he saw now was indeed in line with his guess, but... Xiao Wu just now was more agile than the others.
All living beings.
"Whose dream is this?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes, pondered for a while, and then bowed to Emperor Xuanchen with cupped fists.
"Excuse me." After saying that, he turned and left.
Emperor Xuanchen's gaze always fell on Wang Baole. It was not until Wang Baole's figure completely disappeared that he slowly withdrew his eyes, lowered his head again, and looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, motionless.
At this moment, outside the palace, in that alley that few people noticed, a hungover middle-aged man who was woken up by the rain, turned around and fell asleep again, was mumbling.
"Why is it raining again, disturbing your uncle's dream..."