Chapter 2347: A Thousand Years in a Dream

Chapter 2347: One Dream Through Eternity

"Since the trajectory of history has already changed, why cling to it?" Ye Chen smiled, turned, and walked away step by step, leaving only a desolate back for the two.

He had caught a glimpse of the future, and it was unbearably tragic. The heavens and earth were soaked in blood, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood; the wars among the common people were unimaginably fierce.

There was one scene that he would remember until his dying day: the War God of the Eight Wastelands carrying Donghuang Taiyi, standing against the light of the apocalypse, speaking in a hoarse voice,

uttering that pitiful hope.

The future Ye Xingchen succeeded, reversing time and space to become Shenxuan Feng.

The future Ye Chen also succeeded, reversing time and space to become this Hongchen.

The historical trajectory was completely altered because of their arrival. Tragically, they overturned the universe but lost their original memories, each more muddled than the last.

Even now, he still couldn't understand what the original history's burial of the heavens had to do with Ruoxi. One Hongchen wanted to kill her, one Liudao wanted to save her; which was the truth?

Carrying these doubts, he entered another underground palace.

This underground palace was dark and lightless, much like the small peach grove that sealed Hongchen. It was heavily guarded and suppressed by ultimate Dao Emperor weapons because Ruoxi was sealed within it.

It was still an altar, with Ruoxi lying quietly on top.

On her body, there was also a seal placed by Di Huang, which only an Emperor could undo. The fully accomplished Sacred Body didn't know her identity, only that her origins were significant; otherwise, Hongyan wouldn't fear her so much. Her relationship with Chuxuan and Chuling had puzzled Ye Chen for many years.

Buzz! Buzz!

While watching, suddenly two buzzes sounded; the White Jade Dragon Chair and the Lingxiao Iron Stick flew out one after another, circling around the altar and flickering with immortal light, seeming both excited and puzzled.

Ye Chen wasn't surprised by this scene; he had long known that Ruoxi was inseparable from the Ancient Heavenly Court. The behavior of the White Jade Dragon Chair and Lingxiao Iron Stick was astonishing but within expectations.

"So many eternal secrets!" Ye Chen rubbed his brow and slowly turned around.

He turned around, but the White Jade Dragon Chair and Lingxiao Iron Stick didn't follow; they continued circling Ruoxi. From their appearance, they had no intention of leaving with him and wanted to stay to accompany her.

Ye Chen stopped and coughed dryly,

"Come with me first, and come back another day."

Buzz! Buzz!

The Dragon Chair and Iron Stick both buzzed, their intelligence not low. From these two buzzes, Ye Chen could understand their meaning, as if they were telling him: You go first, we'll find you another day.

Ye Chen twitched his mouth, feeling a twinge of pain. He shouldn't have come; carelessly, he lost the treasures: one White Jade Dragon Chair, one Lingxiao Iron Stick, priceless treasures.

Awkward!

Helplessly shaking his head, Young Master Ye left dejectedly, thinking that he should come more often in the future; at least, he had to take these two treasures away. Leaving them in Tianxuan Gate wouldn't be reassuring.

When he looked back at Xiao Chen, the old folks were already gone.

As for Xiao Chen, the Emperor Dao killing intent in his body had been completely erased. He was quietly sitting on the cloud, reshaping his broken divine body. Golden war dragons surrounded him, their dragon roars majestic, the dragon forms condensed with battle intent, quite hostile, roaring at Ye Chen upon seeing him.

Ye Chen didn't bother with it and just looked at Xiao Chen.

Advancing to the Zhundi realm was a great nirvana. Now, Xiao Chen was even more extraordinary than before. The remnants of the War God's inheritance had completely merged, enhancing his Dao principles. His bloodline power was purer and extremely domineering; even the Desolate Ancient Sacred Blood couldn't help but stir.

"Wait for our battle." Ye Chen smiled, withdrew his gaze, and left. It wouldn't be long before he and Xiao Chen would have a sparring match to determine the superior.

In the quiet night, he returned to Hengyue and landed on Yunu Peak.

As soon as he entered, he saw Hongyan.

Tonight, she wasn't carving wood or eating spirit fruits; she was standing outside Ji Ningshuang's boudoir, on a small stool, peeking inside with her little head, looking just like a little thief.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, suppressed his aura, and sneaked over.

Hongyan seemed too absorbed in watching and didn't notice someone's arrival.

Ye Chen walked up and, like Hongyan, peeking inside.

The sudden appearance of a person startled Hongyan, making her whole body tremble, almost falling off the stool. Seeing it was Ye Chen, her little face instantly darkened. Do you walk without making any sound?

"What are you looking at in the middle of the night?" Ye Chen smiled at Hongyan.

"Your wife has become a spirit." Hongyan scolded, moved the stool, and huffed away. Her mood was originally great, but seeing Ye Chen's face made her inexplicably angry.

Ye Chen pursed his lips, activated his Immortal Eye, and looked into Ji Ningshuang's room.

This look was no trivial matter; hey, his wife really had become a spirit.

This "become a spirit" meant Ji Ningshuang's changes: her cultivation had decreased instead of increasing, from Dasheng peak to Dasheng first level; then from Dasheng to Shengwang, then Shengren, Zhunsheng, Huangjing, Tianjing, all the way down to Ningqi realm.

Then, her cultivation rose from Ningqi realm back to Dasheng peak.

This cycle repeated: down once, up once.

"This..."

Ye Chen's expression was strange; such a weird phenomenon was truly the first time he'd seen it. No wonder Hongyan came to watch outside her door in the middle of the night; such a fresh matter, how could one not watch?

Looking again at Ji Ningshuang's side, three volumes of the Wordless Heavenly Book circled around, reflecting various phenomena, outlining a wonderful scene. Even with the Reincarnation Eye, he couldn't see through it.

"What are you looking at?" While Ye Chen was watching, a shiny bald head suddenly appeared.

The person was Long Yi, who hadn't gone out for cultivation; he sensed Ye Chen and came to Yunu Peak. Seeing Ye Chen peeking through the door, he also came over, his forehead thief bright.

Upon seeing Ji Ningshuang's changes, this guy was also dumbfounded.

"What's the situation?" Ye Chen didn't understand and looked toward the remnant soul of Long Di.

"It should be a certain kind of nirvana." Long Yi stroked his chin and pondered, his words profound, "She is not in reality, more accurately, she is sometimes in reality."

"I don't understand." Ye Chen shook his head in confusion.

"She is comprehending the Dao of Dreams." Long Yi said leisurely, "The reason for the changes in cultivation is probably mapping the cultivation in the dream. The virtual and real interweave, creating a certain cycle."

"This works?" Ye Chen twitched his mouth. Although he didn't quite understand, since it involved the Dao of Dreams, it was profound. His wife was going further on the path of dreams.

"Be prepared mentally; she might not wake up from this dream through eternity."

"You're underestimating her." Ye Chen smiled. His confidence in Ji Ningshuang was already a belief. Thinking back to the past, with one dream through eternity, she could even cross the universe; how could she be trapped by a mere dream? This nirvana, Ji Ningshuang would definitely undergo a heavenly transformation.

"Believe it or not." Long Yi stretched and yawned, "Where is your ancestor?"

"I once asked my ancestor about the eternal contract; he couldn't resolve it." Ye Chen said leisurely, and still handed over a jade slip, inside which was engraved the coordinates of that starry sky.

"It's not about the contract; it's for other matters." Long Yi took it and turned to leave.

Watching Long Yi leave, Ye Chen turned back and leaned against the window, quietly watching Ji Ningshuang. The changes in cultivation were still continuing, rising and falling, truly a cycle.

As Long Yi said, Ji Ningshuang was sometimes in the dream, sometimes in reality. The dream through eternity must be very long; the mysteries of the Dao of Dreams, he hadn't comprehended, so it's hard to know the truth.

Quietly, the night passed, and dawn arrived.

When Hongyan came out of the room, she glanced this way, and for Ji Ningshuang, she couldn't hide her shock, as if she had seen this kind of transformation before; that was the Dream Back Great Emperor, similar to this.

What she couldn't believe was that the so-called Dao of Dreams was just one of the myriad paths of the Eastern God's everything. That little girl's comprehension of the Dao was absolutely not inferior to Ye Chen's Chaotic Dao.