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Chapter 414 Xuanqing's Leisurely Stroll, A Dream of Three Thousand (6k)

As the figure of Daoist Yu Chen disappeared into the vast blue waves of the East Sea, and as the Supreme Lord's Green Ox embarked on its long journey westward.

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, only Xuanqing remained, standing quietly amidst the sea of ​​clouds.

He did not rush to set off, but instead looked down gently at the vast, ancient land below, which had just experienced the budding of "humanity" and was now bursting with vitality. His deep, star-like eyes were filled with relief and anticipation.

"Xiao Wu, let's go. We should go down the mountain for a stroll." Xuan Qing called softly.

A soft laugh, like a gentle breeze sweeping across the hills, gradually made Xuan Qing's figure, which had been shrouded in a majestic mist, clear and real.

He shed the dharma form of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, which symbolized supreme authority, and transformed back into a handsome young man dressed in plain black robes, his black hair casually tied up with a single wooden hairpin. His temperament, while still possessing an otherworldly charm, also gained a touch of gentleness and approachability.

A low growl filled with joy and excitement came from behind him.

The majestic five-colored divine lion, which was usually powerful enough to rival the Great Luo Supreme, suddenly transformed into a small, fluffy, and adorable five-colored kitten, no bigger than a palm.

The kitten affectionately rubbed its fluffy head against Xuan Qing's trouser leg, then lightly leaped and landed steadily on Xuan Qing's shoulder.

A pair of clear, bright eyes curiously surveyed the vast world below the mountain, a world full of wonder and allure.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Xuan Qing was about to set off, a wisp of blue light drifted out from the void of East Kunlun.

"what?"

On Xuanqing's other shoulder, a small, crystal-clear blue lotus flower had quietly bloomed at some point.

The lotus flower exudes a natural Taoist charm, with pure energy flowing around it, as if it contains the vitality and mystery of the entire universe.

The Creation of the Blue Lotus.

"You want to come along too? Fine!"

Xuanqing did not refuse.

Thus, accompanied by the five-colored kitten and a lotus of creation, Xuanqing, the retired Heavenly Emperor, walked slowly towards the mortal world full of boundless vitality and human warmth, just like an ordinary wandering Taoist.

He traveled without deliberately using any supernatural powers; he simply used his own two feet to measure the vast land that he had personally protected.

He visited the Eastern Yimu Divine Kingdom, which was guarded by the Fusang Emperor, the Azure Emperor of the East.

Here, towering divine trees and vines covered the land. Countless vibrant wood-based creatures, nourished by the "Lesser Yang Growth" principle of the Fusang Emperor, lived in peace and prosperity.

Xuan Qing strolled through the city made up of giant treehouses, looking at the wood spirits whose faces were filled with happy smiles, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

He then arrived at the Western Gengjin Divine Kingdom, ruled by Shaohao, the White Emperor of the West.

This place is no longer the desolate and barren land of the past, but under the governance of Shao Hao's "Golden Virtue and Martial Might" principle, a strict and just legal order has been established.

Countless beings cultivating the Golden Path hone their skills and refine themselves here, filling the entire divine kingdom with an uplifting spirit and a drive for progress.

Xuan Qing stood for a long time beside a huge martial arts arena made of divine metal, watching the figures who were sweating and striving for greater power, and a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.

He also traveled an endless distance to gaze upon the Southern Fire Kingdom, protected by the Southern Crimson Emperor Xihe, and felt the enduring flame of civilization and the indomitable fighting spirit that had been passed down there.

I once traveled in spirit to the Northern Xuanming Water Palace, which was suppressed by the [Northern Black Emperor] Zhenwu the Great, and experienced the profound and tranquil feeling of all rivers flowing into the sea.

In addition, he also visited many divine kingdoms.

Most of the kingdoms he visited were those established by the gods he or Di Jun had conferred titles upon on the Fengshen Platform.

Seeing these once mere titles of deities transformed into prosperous and unique divine kingdoms, and witnessing the billions of beings living within them, all living in peace and contentment, pursuing their own paths to enlightenment.

Xuanqing's heart was filled with indescribable satisfaction and joy.

This is perhaps the most wonderful reward one can receive as a "pioneer".

We traveled around, seeing mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and tasting all sorts of flavors.

On this day, Xuan Qing's footsteps stopped before a magnificent and extremely prosperous divine city.

This divine city was so high that its walls seemed to reach the stars in the heavens; its foundation was so stable that it seemed to suppress the mountains and rivers of the deepest hell.

Within the city, celestial light and mortal fire intertwine, and the essence of Taoism and the mundane world coexist. Countless beings of different races, cultivation levels, and civilizations live together harmoniously in this city, interacting and exchanging goods and resources.

This is the most famous and prosperous "city where all races meet" on the ancient land of Qingqiu.

Xuan Qing, accompanied by the five-colored kitten, slowly walked into this vibrant divine city.

At this moment, Xiao Wu's clear, big eyes were curiously looking around, as if everything here had an unparalleled attraction for it.

Whether it's the "Nine-Tailed Fox Grilled Fish" being sold by street vendors, emitting an enticing aroma;
It is still that "magical fox fur" that is carefully woven by skilled craftsmen and shimmers with seven colors;
Or perhaps it's the heroic epic sung by a bard, drifting from the tavern, about "the untold romantic affair between the Queen of Qingqiu and some powerful figure"...

All of this made the mythical beast feel incredibly novel and interesting.

"Woo woo woo woo~~"

A series of joyful and excited cries came out of its mouth one after another.

The colorful, fluffy tail kept swishing in the air, proving that Xiao Wu really liked this place.

Here, there is a rich worldly atmosphere that it cannot feel on the cold Kunlun Mountains, and a vibrant energy of all living beings full of infinite possibilities!
Xuanqing listened to the lively noise and laughter around him, savoring the myriad flavors of human life in the profound sounds of the Great Dao.

The smile on his face became even gentler and more genuine.

He continued on his way, passing through bustling streets.

Finally, we arrived at a magnificent building filled with the aroma of books and the sound of students reading aloud.

Above the building's plaque, four large characters were written in a flowing and elegant style: "Heavenly Dao Mysterious Script"—[Qingqiu Academy].

"Huh? This... isn't this the gentleman?!"

Just as Xuan Qing stood at the entrance of the academy, before he could even take a closer look at this institution filled with an atmosphere of "education,"

A little fox spirit, who was dozing off under a big tree at the entrance of the academy while guarding the gate, suddenly opened its eyes as if it had sensed something.

When he saw clearly the figure standing not far away, dressed in black, with a gentle and refined demeanor, he realized that...

He was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his eyes and his face showed an incredulous look of ecstasy!
The little fox, no longer caring about being sleepy, scrambled to its feet and leaped up, running frantically towards the academy while shouting at the top of its lungs with all its might:

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Please come out and see! The Master! The Master has returned!!"

"What?! The master is back?!"

"Is he really a gentleman?!"

With the little fox fairy's earth-shattering shout, the Qingqiu Academy, which had been filled with the sound of reading and was in perfect order, instantly erupted into chaos as if a bomb had been dropped on it!

Countless little heads peeked out from the windows, doors, and even the tops of the walls of the academy!

"What sir?"

"Oh, is that the gentleman from the fox fairy tale?"

"He is the teacher who co-founded the academy with the king!"

Immediately afterwards, hundreds and thousands of children of different races, dressed in various school uniforms, surged towards the main gate from all directions of the academy like swallows returning to their nests, cheering and jumping for joy!

Their faces were filled with the purest and most sincere joy and reverence!
The most mysterious teacher in the academy has finally returned!
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As the gods descended into the mortal world, preaching and vying for the opportunity to usher in the future "great age of humanity," the entire primordial universe became more bustling and noisy than ever before.

The underworld remained silent.

The myriad spirits and deities seem rather reluctant to venture into the mortal world.

After all, their job is to connect the realms of the living and the dead.

After going there so many times, it doesn't get very interesting anymore.

Moreover, the beings of the mortal world are not so willing to see ghosts, gods, or immortals in the mortal realm.

Because that would mean that someone nearby had passed away.

Imagine if the Ghost and God Academy, like other Heavenly Dao academies, had its dean lead numerous disciples on a grand tour, leisurely strolling through the mortal world.

Is that preaching?
That's called "a hundred ghosts parading at night," and "all the gods retreating."

Therefore, apart from some new realm spirits who have to go on missions, most spirits are faithfully performing their duties and maintaining the cycle of reincarnation.

【Three Thousand Dreams】.

This is not a real world.

It is a virtual training ground created by Meng Wuyou based on his own "Great Dao of Dreams". Here, it is an ocean of dreams, a kingdom of thoughts, and a place where all possibilities converge and evolve.

Each bubble is a complete dream world; each ray of light carries a memory and emotion, whether real or illusory.

Three thousand great dreams, three thousand worlds, each independent yet interconnected, together forming a vast and unimaginably complex "dream universe"!
At this moment, at the very core of this [Three Thousand Dreams], in that boundless sea of ​​flowers paved with endless spider lilies, radiating a faint red glow.

A stunningly beautiful goddess, dressed in a gorgeous red dress, with an ethereal and otherworldly aura, lay quietly on her side among the flowers, her eyes closed and her breathing long and deep, as if she had fallen into the deepest, eternal slumber.

As the Goddess of Dreams, she possesses the ability to comprehend the Dao within dreams.

Isn't it normal to love sleeping and dreaming?

When Meng Wuyou fell asleep, her soul did not become still, but transformed into three thousand invisible "Dream Thoughts".

At the same time, they descended upon those three thousand completely different dream worlds.

In a dream world called "Sword Tomb", she transforms into a young female swordswoman who is born with a clear understanding of swordsmanship, but is also physically weak and sickly.

In this world, she visited three thousand sword saints and observed ten thousand kinds of sword techniques.

Deep within the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords," where countless divine weapons and blades were buried, he used his own "heart" as a sword and all things in heaven and earth as a sheath, and comprehended the "Supreme Heart Sword," which points directly to the origin and cuts through all illusions.

Finally, with this sword, he shattered the shackles of the entire dream world and departed gracefully.

In a dream world called "Book Mountain," she transforms into an old Confucian scholar with white hair, who has spent his life seeking "knowledge" and "truth."

In this world, she read countless books and exhausted all knowledge from ancient times to the present.

Finally, at the summit of the "Mount Tongtian," which symbolizes the "end of knowledge," he burned all the texts. From the endless ashes, he comprehended the true meaning of the "Wordless Heavenly Book," which transcends language and writing and reaches the realm of "the Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao." With this true meaning, he reshaped the laws of the entire dream world and drifted away.

In a dream world called "Chaoge", she transforms into a peerless princess of a fallen kingdom, burdened with the hatred of her country and family.

In this world, she experienced the intrigues and betrayals of the court, witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, and tasted the joys and sorrows of human life.

Finally, amidst the ruins of a war-torn, fallen kingdom, she moved the deepest emotions of love and hate in the hearts of all beings with a poignant and moving "Dance of the Fallen City," and with this emotion, she overturned the cause and effect of the entire dream world, departing with a smile.

……

Three thousand great dreams, three thousand reincarnations.

She is sometimes the compassionate Buddha who saves all living beings, and sometimes the peerless goddess who brings chaos to the world.

Sometimes he is an interstellar emperor who created an unparalleled technological civilization, and sometimes he is a mortal cultivator who struggles in the Dharma-ending Age and seeks a glimmer of hope.

Sometimes he is a ruthless god who holds the power of life and death, and sometimes he is a lowly ant drifting with the tide in the mortal world.

In these dream worlds, which she created herself and which are full of infinite "randomness" and "possibilities," she constantly experiences different identities, goes through different lives, and comprehends different Tao and Dharma.

Each cycle of reincarnation is a profound baptism of her Dao heart; each breakthrough from the dream is a sublimation and transcendence of her "Great Dao of Dreams".

Gradually, as her "enlightenment" in the three thousand dreams deepened, the Daoist aura emanating from her true form lying in the sea of ​​red spider lilies began to undergo a subtle yet profound change.

What was originally just the simple aura of the "Great Path of Dreams" began to become increasingly complex and harmonious.

It seems to incorporate the sharpness of a sword, the wisdom of a book, the allure of a dance, the compassion of a Buddha, the tyranny of a demon, the rationality of technology, and the resilience of the mortal world…

Three thousand distinct Daoist principles, like three thousand threads of different colors, began to intertwine, merge, and sublimate within her body in a mysterious and profound way.

Ultimately, they all point to a completely new and even higher realm!

Finally, I don’t know how long it took.

Maybe it's a moment, maybe it's eternity.

When Meng Wuyou's soul had completely and thoroughly undergone the baptism of the three thousand great dreams.

The stunningly beautiful goddess in red, who lay quietly in the sea of ​​spider lilies, suddenly had a bright red cinnabar mark on her forehead, which was as red as blood!
Immediately afterwards, a purple figure, full of vitality and new life, completely different from Meng Wuyou's original self, yet sharing the same origin, slowly emerged from between her tightly closed brows!
The purple-clad goddess who emerged from the dream was so beautiful and graceful that words could not describe her.

She looked younger and more lively than the real Meng Wuyou in red.

Her waist-length hair, as clear and radiant as purple crystal, was casually tied behind her head with a simple purple ribbon, swaying gently with her movements and exuding a captivating, dreamlike aura.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, as if one could see the pale purple blood flowing beneath it like the trails of stars. It was both holy and possessed an indescribable, eerie beauty.

Her eyes were as clear and bright as violet gemstones!

After completely emerging from Meng Wuyou's brow, the purple-clad goddess first curiously examined her new, vibrant body.

Then, she stretched out a big, languid, and content yawn, a gesture so charming and adorable that it would make any creature that saw it swoon.

She turned her head and glanced at her "self" still asleep in the sea of ​​spider lilies, dressed in red. A bright smile, full of the triumph of a "prank," involuntarily appeared on her lips.

Then, she turned her gaze to the ever-evolving world of the Three Thousand Dreams surrounding her, and a hint of eager anticipation flashed in her bright purple eyes.

"Hmm, although these 'dreams' are quite fun, it's too boring to always play in your own dreams."

"Wouldn't the 'real world' outside be more interesting?"

The goddess in purple muttered to herself, her face showing an expression full of anticipation and longing.

Without further hesitation, she vanished like a drop of purple ink dissolving into water, silently and without a trace, leaving behind the [Three Thousand Dreams] space-time she had created herself.

"you are?"

Just as the figure of the purple-clad goddess appeared in the deep, desolate depths of the Netherworld.

A divine thought filled with doubt and curiosity suddenly came from the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc, located at the very core of the Underworld.

There stood the supreme innate spiritual treasure—the Reincarnation Purple Lotus—rooted on the Reincarnation Disc, its entire body displaying a dreamlike purple hue and radiating the meaning of endless reincarnation and creation. Its bud, ready to bloom, was trembling slightly.

It was as if they were expressing their curiosity and a hint of wariness towards this unexpected guest who appeared suddenly and whose aura was both familiar and strange.

"Shh!"

Upon seeing this, the goddess in purple gently placed a slender finger against her rosy lips, making a "shush" gesture to the Purple Lotus of Reincarnation.

Then, she playfully winked her incredibly bright purple eyes at the Reincarnation Purple Lotus.

Her voice, clear and melodious like a silver bell, carried an undeniable allure as she transmitted it telepathically:

"Keep your voice down, don't wake up the sleeping 'real thing'."

"Otherwise, if she wakes up, none of us will be able to play."

"Shall I take you out to play?"

Before the spirit of the Reincarnation Purple Lotus could fully react to this sudden conversation, which was full of "kidnapping" implications, it was already too late.

The purple-clad goddess moved in a flash and instantly appeared beside the Reincarnation Purple Lotus!
She stretched out her fair, jade-like hands and gently stroked the purple lotus petals, a radiant smile of triumph spreading across her face.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly spread open her wide purple sleeves, and the cuffs instantly became as deep as black holes.

Whoosh!
Before the Purple Lotus of Reincarnation could even react, she was captured.

After doing all this, the goddess in purple patted her sleeves with satisfaction.

Then, with another flicker, he transformed into an extremely fast purple streak of light, instantly tearing through the spatial barrier of the underworld and hurtling towards the primordial land filled with sunlight and vitality!

Not long after she left, the Ten Kings of Hell, who were in charge of guarding the six realms of reincarnation, belatedly sensed that fleeting, familiar yet strange aura.

"Huh? That aura just now... seemed to belong to the Worry-Free Sect Leader?" Huang Long said uncertainly.

"Yes, it is indeed her." Taiyi Zhenren nodded, then added with some doubt.

"However, it feels a little different? She seems much more lively than usual?"

"Hey! Who cares about her!" Chi Jingzi waved his hand and laughed.

"Isn't the Worry-Free Sect Leader always the one who prefers to stay in her [Three Thousand Dreams] to slumber and comprehend the Dao?"

"He might not leave his house even once every hundreds of thousands of years, so why has he suddenly decided to go out today?"

Guang Chengzi, standing beside him, was idly drawing circles on his Book of Life and Death with his judge's pen.

Upon hearing this, he didn't even look up and casually remarked, "What's so strange about that? Maybe the Worry-Free Cult Leader hasn't even woken up yet!"

"She's sleepwalking!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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