My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times

Li Xiaosang did as she was told, aiming the small bronze statue's face at the television while also watching the screen.

On the screen, a frontline reporter was giving a rapid-fire report.

"Speaker Li Yutong has arrived on the scene to handle the incident. According to reports, the incident was an attack initiated by an Immortal, which has resulted in the deaths of the mayor of East Sea City and the head of the inspection team. The consequences have been extremely dire..."

The remnant soul inside the bronze statue scoffed.

"Your era is truly strange... An Immortal—he must be at least an Earth Immortal, right? And killing a couple of Junior Cultivators from the Jade Tower is considered a major incident?"

"Normally, it really wouldn't be a big deal," Li Xiaosang explained softly. "But the circumstances are special. For something like this to happen with the whole world watching, the Speaker will probably have to... well, for the sake of appearances..."

As they spoke, with the reporter's voice droning on, the camera followed the Speaker's silhouette and panned to include the Immortal, who sat calmly on a chair.

The Immortal sat serenely. Through the television, one could see a dim darkness surrounding him, as if entire cosmoses were adrift within it. He was also wreathed in auspicious omens like Qingyun.

Both Li Xiaosang and the remnant soul in the bronze statue fell silent.

"Lu... Lu Xuan!" the former gasped.

"Junior... Martial Uncle!" the latter exclaimed, his voice trembling with disbelief.

The woman and the soul immediately sensed something was wrong. Li Xiaosang's jaw dropped.

"Grandpa Yin... what did you just say?"

The remnant soul was just as spooked.

"Little girl, you know my Junior Martial Uncle? 'No, wait. How could he possibly be here in this era? It's impossible... This is completely impossible...'"

The remnant soul was plunged into utter terror.

...

Similar scenes were playing out everywhere.

In a villa in downtown Langya City, Wu Xiaoxu, who was chugging a Coke while watching TV, did a spit-take. A huge mouthful of soda sprayed out, drenching the stunned Wu Datong from head to toe.

"Brother Xuan?!"

"Xiaoxuan???"

Both father and son instinctively rubbed their eyes.

From the families in the old shantytown to the large camp beside the Immortal Pit, neighbors and Cultivators alike were watching the news. They all rubbed their eyes in disbelief, some even moving closer to their televisions to get a better look, to be sure...

'Was that serenely seated Immortal really Lu Xuan?'

Meanwhile, in places like the Langya Wang Family estate, a Langya University dorm, and a city apartment, people such as Wang Zhiyao, Zhang Jifeng, and the Chen Family Siblings all shot to their feet.

But having experienced the events in the Peach Blossom Spring, they had long known of his identity as Lu Zi. So, they were more mentally prepared and not nearly as shocked.

In fact, when they heard the reporter say something along the lines of, "Let's wait and see how Speaker Li will handle the Immortal who perpetrated this terrorist attack," they could only shake their heads and laugh.

'Handle him?'

'Handle my ass.'

...

「Meanwhile, in the center of East Sea City.」

With everyone on-site and countless more around the world watching, the Speaker did not fly into a rage as most people expected. Instead, he bent at the waist and performed a deep bow.

Amidst the collective shock and confusion, the Federation Speaker's voice was humble and respectful.

"Li Yutong greets Lu Zi."

"I have arrived late and kept you waiting. I hope you will forgive my transgression, Lu Zi."

The seated Immortal gave a slight nod, then gracefully rose to his feet.

The entire city center, along with the countless people watching the live broadcast on their televisions and phones, was plunged into a dead silence.

'Lu... Lu Zi?'

'This Immortal, this impossibly handsome young man... he's Lu Zi?'

GULP.

Countless people swallowed hard in unison, then immediately fell back into a deathly silence, utterly bewildered and lost.

On the screen, a faint smile, as gentle as a spring breeze, graced the face of the Immortal who stood there—the face of Lu Zi, who a hundred thousand years ago had been Saint Master Kong.

And then, an actual spring breeze began to blow. In the midst of the cold winter, it caused every flower in East Sea City to burst into vibrant bloom and every tree to fill with lush, green leaves.

In the dead silence, the sound of new shoots breaking through the earth and flowers bursting open was somehow deafening.

"Lu Zi."

The Federation Speaker bowed once more.

As his voice faded, a vast purple Qi gathered high in the sky, forming a celestial canopy that filled the heavens. The mighty Human Dao Trend, like a river thousands of miles long, surged downward, pouring entirely onto the young man's head!

The young man smiled, watching the spring breeze. With his hands hanging loosely at his sides, he spoke softly.

"Good."

That single word was like a clap of thunder, like a Celestial Decree. Its immense sound reverberated throughout the Cosmos, startling every bird and beast.

Then, birds began to circle overhead as beasts stampeded from all directions. They rode the wind and strode upon the clouds, converging on the Immortal who now embodied the vast Human Dao Trend. Before him, they all prostrated themselves in worship.