Chapter 656: Chapter 495: Dreamlike Illusion (Part 4)
Flagstone path, the shadow of the old locust tree, stone table and bamboo chairs.
Everything still looks like it did thirty years ago, the gentle scent of medicine mixed with the breath of plants and trees wafting towards me.
"Grandfather?"
Qin Ping’an suddenly turned his head and saw Chen Sheng standing under the old locust tree, dressed in a plain Daoist robe.
Chen Sheng nodded slowly, his tone calm yet carrying a weight of destiny:
"Go see your father and mother one last time."
"One last time?"
These four words exploded in Qin Ping’an’s ears like a thunderclap, his heart pounded uncontrollably, a strong surge of unease swept over him, his qi and blood surged instantly, and he hurriedly stepped forward to ask:
"Grandfather, what do you mean by this? What happened to father and mother?"
But before he finished speaking, Chen Sheng’s figure had already transformed into points of spirit light, dispersing into the clear breeze, leaving no trace behind.
Qin Ping’an was burning with anxiety, turned around and rushed into the hall.
Just as he walked out of the courtyard, he saw Qin Yuan and Tang Xichen standing side by side under the corridor, dressed in everyday clothes, their faces still the gentle appearance he remembered, without a trace of aging.
Their eyes were fixed on him, filled with unbreakable affection, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
"Ping’an, you’re here, there are some things that should be told to you now."
Qin Ping’an was trembling all over, dumbfoundedly looking at his parents, the memory of thirty years flashed through his mind, and his father had said this sentence.
...
At the same time, Chen Sheng was holding Huang Wangyou’s hand, surrounded by a faint Dao Rhyme of time.
The visible stream of light rapidly receded over their bodies, the traces of years quietly faded away.
The blue silk by Huang Wangyou’s temples was growing darker, her face gradually returning to a youthful look, her brows curved, lively and charming.
Chen Sheng also shed his vastness, transforming into the figure of a young man, standing tall, his brows and eyes gentle.
Swoosh—
The void quivered slightly, and their figures were already appearing in a secluded bamboo forest.
The green bamboo was lush, and a stream murmured quietly through the forest, its sound mingling with the scene where they first pledged their love, unchanged.
Chen Sheng led Huang Wangyou to sit by the green stone beside the stream, leaning against the bamboo by the shore, listening to the murmuring water, as if time had returned to the beginning.
Neither spoke; only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the breeze and the tinkling of the stream interwove, serene and gentle.
Huang Wangyou nestled lightly in his arms, finding the most comfortable position, burying her head on his shoulder, her arms tightly around his waist, her face filled with dependency and tenderness.
Dusk descended, and the golden glow of the setting sun penetrated the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows, the river breeze gently drifting over, stretching their shadows long and thin, reflecting in the murmuring stream, gently waving with the current.
Huang Wangyou slowly raised her head, gazing at Chen Sheng’s profile, her eyes full of smiles, her voice soft:
"Brother Yun, I have to go, remember to eat on time while cultivating."
With that, a faint golden light rose around her, transforming into countless tiny sparkling light spots, like stars glimmering, slowly dissipating into the air under the sunset.
Chen Sheng watched the direction where the light spots dispersed, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but the Dao Rhyme around him remained steady.
In a lifetime of dreams, the sadness and joy, separation and reunion, made his Dao Heart more steadfast and clear.
"Illusions to the extreme, all are but bubbles; only True Immortals can be eternal!"
Chen Sheng’s tone carried a sense of release, a bit of determination, as his words ended, the void around him undulated slightly, Dao Principles flowing.
He flicked his fingertip lightly, a stream of light flew out from his brow, floating in front of him, it was the treasure [Dream Order].
The scroll unfolded, densely covered with Dao Patterns, radiant with flowing brilliance, mountains and rivers, myriad creatures vividly alive within it, with a primordial atmosphere of the world’s beginning faintly emanating.
Chen Sheng looked at the Dream Order, musing in his heart:
"When people pass, they leave their name; when wild geese pass, they leave a sound; everything between heaven and earth leaves a trace."
"But these traces will eventually have a day of disappearing."
"When the dream ends, let this world send off Wangyou."
Buzz—
The Dream Order suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light, its radiance sweeping the heaven and earth, instantly covering the entire Celestial Abyss Realm.
The mountains and rivers on the scroll mirrored the real Celestial Abyss Realm.
Mountains, rivers, cities, palaces, all living things, were included within the light and shadow of the Dream Order.
The Primordial Qi between heaven and earth churned violently, surging like a tsunami.
Time suddenly stood still at this moment, birds froze in mid-air, the stream stopped flowing, fallen leaves in the wind were motionlessly fixed.
Chen Sheng’s will enveloped the entire Celestial Abyss Realm like a cosmic curtain, every word and action could control the Heaven and Earth Laws:
"This world is real, and can also be illusory!"
With one thought, the entire Celestial Abyss Realm began to twist and sway violently, stars and galaxies retracted, the chaotic void rippled in layers.
All things gradually became illusory and transparent, like a reflection in water, slowly pulled by the Dream Order, merging into the scroll.
All matters and objects, in this illusion, gradually turned into light and shadow, returning to the myriad phenomena within the Dream Order.
It was unknown how long it took before the golden light dissipated, and the Dream Order slowly shrank, transforming into a stream of light, returning to Chen Sheng’s brow.
His figure unmoved, he appeared on a vast Great Void, underfoot was the endless chaos of turbulent airflow, the void ceaselessly quaking.
And here, it was where the Celestial Abyss Realm once was, now completely devoid of any trace.
Chen Sheng stood in the Great Void, surrounded by a vast Dao Rhyme:
"From now on, all traces of my past lives have vanished."
"Even if a Daoist Monarch personally came, exhausts all means, it would still be difficult to trace my past tracks!"
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