My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times

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Federation Building.

The Council.

Li Yutong tapped lightly on the table and said in a grave voice:

"That is the situation. Order all armies to prepare for all-out war with the Myriad Races and Demons outside the pass!"

The entire council erupted in an uproar, the room seething with commotion.

An Earth Immortal Councillor, one who favored friendly relations with the Demon Race, hesitated for a moment before speaking cautiously:

"Speaker, isn’t this a bit inappropriate? Are we really going to execute all those prodigious young Demons, behead them, and hang their heads outside the Great Wall?"

After a pause, he added:

"Xuan Tong is the legitimate son of a Demon Saint... Besides, we all know our own situation. If we truly go to all-out war..."

Li Yutong said flatly:

"I never supported the peace talks to begin with. What would be the consequences of letting those Demon Children through the pass? You’re not ignorant of the answer. A fight to the death is better than being raised like livestock in the future."

"But..."

The Earth Immortal Councillor gritted his teeth and continued:

"The peace talks have been going on for so long. It would be a terrible waste to just give up now. Why don’t we just continue..."

Before he could finish, a fierce wind suddenly whipped up in the sky outside the building.

The Earth Immortal Councillor’s expression changed drastically. He felt as if the entire world had transformed—every blade of grass, every tree, every gust of wind, and every ray of sun erupted with an immense killing intent aimed directly at him!

The chair he was sitting on shattered with a BANG. The chandelier overhead came crashing down, striking him square on the head. A falling chandelier like that shouldn’t have been able to harm even a Jade Tower Cultivator, yet it left the Earth Immortal with a bloody head wound!

Then,

A bolt of purple lightning spontaneously descended, smashed into the building, and struck the Earth Immortal Councillor.

Before countless horrified eyes, this Earth Immortal, who had survived six calamities, was incinerated into a charred husk by an ordinary bolt of lightning!

The vast council chamber fell silent for a moment, then erupted in an uproar!

Li Yutong, too, watched this scene in astonishment. As a Grand Grade, he had sensed the terrifying killing intent that had just erupted from everything in the world.

Both the falling chandelier and the ordinary purple lightning had been saturated with the world’s killing intent; that was how they had managed to obliterate an Earth Immortal!

Li Yutong’s eyelid twitched. He recalled the words spoken by the terrifying being in the Daoist Temple.

"Those who talk of peace shall die."

A chill ran through his heart, which palpitated in fear of this immense power.

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Within a deep and silent void, a Daoist Temple slowly drifted, spanning across all worlds.

Inside Sanqing Temple.

The moment Chong Shanhu was drawn inside, all of his injuries healed completely. The Immortal Spiritual Qi within the Daoist School was so dense that simply breathing it in was enough to mend all his wounds, leaving not even a trace of hidden damage.

Now, five people and one bull stood inside the Daoist School, their feet on soft earth saturated with rich Divine Essence, each looking around in different directions.

The space within the courtyard had been extended, making it seem incredibly vast. To the left was a towering mountain, and to the right, a thousand-li-wide lake formed from pure, liquefied Immortal Spiritual Qi and Divine Essence.

And ahead, at the end of a quiet, secluded path, stood a simple wooden house, neither grand nor filled with Profound Mysteries.

"I’ve seen you before."

Xiaoyan wasn’t afraid. She just turned her head to look at Yang Erlang and the others, her gaze clear and bright:

"In a small town, near the edge of the Kongtong Mountain Range, not too far from Wutong City... It was called Gouxian Town, right?"

Only then did the grim-faced Yang Erlang and his companions notice the young woman. They all recognized her, and their expressions changed in unison.

Li Nezha and the Big Black Bull were fine, but the hearts of both Yang Erlang and Li Changgeng clenched slightly.

To this day, they still hadn’t figured out the relationship between Fusheng Lu Xuan of the Jade Void Lineage and that terrifying Lu Zi from the Spring and Autumn Years...

Why would Fusheng Lu Xuan take on the title ’Lu Zi’ in the Current World?

Wasn’t Lu Zi that Supreme Profound Clarity person?

Just as Yang Erlang and Li Changgeng’s hearts were pounding with apprehension, the door of the wooden temple C-R-E-A-K-E-D open.

The group of people and the bull all turned to look. The first to walk out was a chubby old man, a look of shock and confusion still lingering on his face.

Following him was a young man dressed in ancient, dark robes. His face was valiant and handsome, yet it lacked the vigorous spirit of youth, instead carrying the heavy, weathered air of a bygone age.

"Xiaolu! Xiaolu!"

Yan Jiangxue’s eyes curved into crescents as she leaped three feet in the air:

"I knew it was you!"

Lu Xuan walked over with a gentle laugh. He didn’t speak to Yang Jian and the others right away, but simply pulled the young woman into a soft embrace.

"Long time no see," he said.

"It hasn’t been that long..." Xiaoyan said softly, hugging the young man. "It’s only been about two months..."

"For your Xiaolu, a day apart feels like three autumns," Lu Xuan said gently, inhaling the pleasant peach fragrance from the young woman in his arms, his mind drifting slightly.

These past two months, nearly two hundred years had passed in his dreams. If he calculated it carefully, it really was one day in the Current World equaling three autumns in his dreams.

Sixty days, one hundred and eighty cycles of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. One hundred and eighty years of immense, world-altering change.

Yan Jiangxue didn’t know the inner meaning of his words. She just smiled more brightly and said playfully:

"Then for me, a day apart... is like thirty autumns! I miss you ten times more than you miss me!"

"Mhm."

Lu Xuan breathed in the peach scent, feeling the soft warmth in his arms, and the nerves that had been strained for two hundred years finally relaxed.

Two hundred years of preaching the Dao in his dreams, saving people from disasters, slaying the Drought Demon, cutting down Celestial Soldiers and Generals, deposing the Celestial Court, facing Maitreya Buddha, conversing with Shakyamuni, and punishing Emperor Gouchen...

It was easy to say, but he had endured immense mental pressure.

In short, he was tired. Very tired.

But this was not the time to rest. The road ahead was still rough, and there was still much to be done!

The two-hundred-year-old young man and the eighteen-year-old young woman embraced as if no one else was there, for a long, long time.

Although Chong Shanhu found it all incredible, he said nothing, merely waiting in silence.

Yang Erlang, Li Changgeng, and Nezha glanced back and forth between the young couple and the chubby old man, their eyes filled with unspoken questions. Old Zhu, however, kept his gaze lowered and his expression placid, offering no response.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xuan released Xiaoyan, gently stroking her hair as he said with a smile:

"Go inside and wait for me, okay?"

Xiaoyan didn’t ask any questions, just nodded emphatically and walked into the wooden house, one step at a time.

After she went inside and the door closed, Lu Xuan turned to Chong Shanhu and nodded slightly.

"Three thousand times your bones were shattered and your body was torn apart, yet you were unyielding, your spirit unbroken. Add to that how you carved off your own flesh to feed others during the great snow disaster one hundred thousand years ago... your character and virtue are both top-tier. Your innate talent is actually less important."

Chong Shanhu was confused by this and asked in a daze:

"I... I don’t understand?"

He looked around, but he didn’t see his teacher. The confusion on his face deepened.

Lu Xuan just smiled and tapped him lightly on the head.

"Foolish child, will you not awaken?"

Chong Shanhu felt as if ten thousand bronze bells, each as large as a mountain, had all rung at once. A massive, overlapping ringing sound echoed inside his skull.

Along with it, memories of a past life surfaced in his mind. The great snow disaster from one hundred thousand years ago became vivid and clear, and the face of the young man before him overlapped with the face of the old Daoist from that time.

"You... It’s you!"

Under the dumbfounded gazes of Yang Jian and the others, Chong Shanhu bowed deeply.

His memories returned to him—from the great snowstorm, to entering the Underworld where the Ghost Gods of the Underworld Department, the Judges, and Yama himself had treated him with utmost respect, and finally, to the character for ’Lu’ that Yama had personally inscribed upon his soul.

Chong Shanhu remained bowed on the ground for a long time before suddenly raising his head and asking hopefully:

"My... my little sister..."

"I gave her the name Lu Jianxue."

Lu Xuan said softly:

"She was by my side for two hundred years."

Yang Jian and Li Changgeng exchanged a look, while Nezha and Zhu Wuneng began to mutter to themselves in their minds.

’Hasn’t this Venerable Fusheng always lived in seclusion, ignoring worldly affairs? Could he have walked the Red Dust a hundred thousand years ago?’

Nezha stroked his chin, his thoughts wandering. ’Hmm, from the looks of it, this means the spirited young man and Master Fusheng share a past bound by Cause and Effect...’

Zhu Wuneng, meanwhile, scratched his head and muttered to himself in confusion:

"Lu Jianxue? Why does that name sound so familiar?"

While they were all lost in their different thoughts, Chong Shanhu swallowed hard and asked with a tremor in his voice:

"Then... then did she enter Reincarnation later?"

"No. Later, I sent her to Douluo Palace. She is likely still in Douluo Palace now, safe and sound."

Chong Shanhu looked relieved, but Yang Jian, Nezha, the Big Black Bull, Zhu Wuneng, and Li Changgeng all staggered in unison, their heads spinning and their hearts pounding wildly.

Dou-what Palace??

(There’s another Chapter after 10 o’clock.)