Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 411 Entering My Dream
There are three thousand scattered Great Daos in the Celestial Realm, left behind by countless ascending beings over tens of thousands of years.

Most of them have now been refined by Song Xinci. She was not interested in this matter at first, but she was bored to be alone in the Heavenly Realm.

When the storybook was almost worn out and memorized, when the sharp edges of Yunyi's puppet face were almost worn smooth, when we were tired of looking at that red bean tree that withered and flourished, bloomed and faded again.

She really had no other choice.

So this is the way of life in the heavens. Looking up, there is only endless void, and you can only vaguely see that terrifying, indescribable extraterrestrial object.

The shadow of death looms over this place, diluting all joy and sorrow, making it seem bland and dull.

It's almost insane.

On this day, Song Xinci refined the "Yellow Millet Path". As she watched the Great Dao transform into starlight and melt into her fingertips, an extremely bold idea suddenly popped into her mind.

She secretly glanced at the golden phantom; he was far, far away, lost in thought.

Since Song Xinci refined more than half of the three thousand Great Daos, he was no longer "suppressed" by the golden phantom.

Therefore, he appeared quite depressed, and because he was tainted by the "humanity" brought to the heavens by Song Xinci, he also began to become sentimental and often hid away by himself.

As two of the only beings in the celestial realm, the golden phantom and Song Xinci are like two ends of a balance scale.

This is a long time.

With that eyesore gone, Song Xinci immediately returned to the Moon Palace. There was no need for rest in the Heavenly Realm; she didn't sleep again, nor did she feel the slightest bit tired.

This time, she plans to use the "Yellow Millet Path" to live a grand dream.

Song Xinci made up her mind, with a wooden puppet resembling Yun Yi beside her, and gradually became drowsy.

She propped her cheek up with her hand and dozed off.

Consciousness drifted away from the heavens and went to an unknown place.

This appears to be a ferry crossing, where a light rain is falling, creating ripples on the water's surface, and a cool, refreshing atmosphere permeates the air.

It was clearly a dream, yet it made me feel incredibly awake.

Song Xinci saw a figure sitting at the ferry bridgehead, holding an oil-paper umbrella, his back view exuding loneliness.

Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she recognized him as Yun Yi.

Song Xinci suddenly realized that Huangliang Dao was not making her have a dream, but rather leading her into Yunyi's dream.

Now that I'm dreaming about both of us, it's unclear who's dreaming.

It no longer matters.

A faint joy welled up in her heart, and she ran through the rain to Yunyi's side, squeezing under the same oil-paper umbrella with him.

The umbrella was a bit small and couldn't fit two people, so Yunyi pulled his wife into his arms and carefully kept the rain out.

Song Xinci looked up at Yun Yi and asked, "You don't seem surprised to see me?"

Yun Yi smiled and nodded: "Mm."

"Why?"

"I've dreamed about you more than once or twice."

"You actually knew this was a dream?"

“After I started cultivating, I rarely dream anymore. Even when I do dream, I can distinguish it from reality.” Yun Yi looked down at his wife, his eyes full of affection. “Besides, you’ve already gone to the Heavenly Realm, how could you possibly appear in the mortal world?”

Unable to bear his burning gaze, Song Xinci abruptly looked away and gazed at the water, but she could still feel Yun Yi staring at her, his gaze like raindrops seeping through a paper umbrella, landing on her brow and heart.

She feigned composure and asked, "Shall we take a boat?"

Yun Yi replied, "Now that we've waited for you, let's set off."

In the dream, the two seemed to have become ordinary people without any magic power. He had his wife hold the umbrella and took the lead in boarding the boat in the rain. Then he reached out and took his wife's hand, carefully leading her onto the boat.

The small boat, without the need for oars, slowly sailed out of the ferry crossing on its own, carried by the wind and rain.

Inside the boat, Yun Yi closed his umbrella. The two of them were slightly wet, and their clothes clung to their bodies, so they sat facing each other to dry off.

Looking at the unreal Yun Yi in front of her, Song Xinci chuckled inwardly. He probably hadn't yet realized that this dream was quite strange.

Otherwise, how could he be so calm?

Song Xinci asked, "You dreamed about me before. What did we do in the dream?"

Yun Yi said, "I've dreamed of nameless towns, deserts and crescent cities, and even a humble mountain dwelling in a painting... many, many things, mostly things we experienced together, and occasionally some that I don't remember."

As he recounted those locations, Song Xinci's memories gradually became clearer.

She looked out at the rain curtains and discovered that some scenes from the past were displayed among them.

For example, in the nameless town, she disguised herself as Ugly Duckling, rode on Yun Yi's back, and almost stabbed him in the chest with the dagger in her hand.

She had done it twice before, but in this life, Yun Yi woke up first and stopped her. In her previous life, Yun Yi remained unconscious, yet she ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it.

Although their fates took many twists and turns, they were ultimately drawn to the exact same outcome.

This was destined.

Thinking of this, Song Xinci noticed that Yun Yi's body was half wet, so she took out a handkerchief, sat down next to him, and carefully wiped the rainwater from his hair.

Yun Yi looked flattered and wanted to say something, but didn't dare to.

Song Xinci was quite "considerate" and asked in his ear, "Have you never seen me so gentle with you before?"

Yun Yi: "My wife, you have always been gentle to me, but you are different from others, and the way you express your gentleness is also different."

"It's strange, I don't know why, but when I see you, I feel indebted to you."

"Why don't you wait until the day we meet again, and then you can make it up to me properly?"

"How to compensate?"

"You decide."

The couple exchanged lighthearted jokes when Song Xinci suddenly thought that perhaps she could talk to Yun Yi about the problems she was facing.

He always has a lot of ideas; maybe he can help me resolve my doubts.

Unfortunately, Yun Yi cannot know about this. His cultivation level is not high enough, and it might affect his Dao heart.

He will also need to erase the memory of this dream from his mind afterward.

Thinking about this, Song Xinci felt even more guilty.

She asked softly, "There's something I want to ask you."

Yun Yi gently closed his eyes, enjoying his wife's service and feeling the familiar scent surrounding him, his mind finally able to relax for a rare moment.

"explain."

"If the Three Realms are about to face annihilation, and even the Heavenly Dao alone cannot withstand it, then how should it conduct itself?"

Yun Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and just as he was about to ask a question, he felt his wife gently close his eyelids for him.

She whispered in his ear, "I'm asking you, don't overthink it." Yun Yi, suppressing a bellyful of questions, asked, "Is there really no hope?"

"At least for now, no solution has been found."

"If there's really nothing that can be changed, then accept the outcome."

"You actually think that way? I thought you would rack your brains to come up with a solution."

Yun Yi: "I don't even know what kind of catastrophic disaster you're talking about, so how can I help you come up with a solution? But there's one thing I hope you can understand."

Song Xinci: "What's the reasoning behind that?"

"Let the Heavenly Way do what it should do, and let all living beings do what they should do. If the Three Realms are truly doomed, there is no reason for the Heavenly Way, or any individual, to face everything alone."

Furthermore, we should not get stuck on this issue and try to find ways to escape it, choosing a path that people may not even like.

Do your best, give it your all, and you'll have no regrets even if you die.

Song Xinci sighed softly, "You are truly insightful."

Yun Yi laughed and said, "That's why I like the righteous path to do things according to the rules, but I don't like those who are hypocritical. I like the demonic sect to act as they please, but I despise those who have no bottom line."

I don't possess the lofty perspective of the Heavenly Dao; I simply believe that if living beings are to live, they should live with dignity. Otherwise, it's better to die.

Song Xinci: "Yunyi, do you know that since we met, you have never disappointed me?"

Yun Yi sensed something unusual about his wife. He suddenly frowned, realizing that this dream seemed a bit off.

Why do I dream about things I know nothing about?

Why did the Song Xinci I dreamt of this time feel more real, with a sense of unfamiliarity and divinity in his speech?
Unfortunately, before Yun Yi could ask a question, Song Xinci gently touched his brow with her finger, and he immediately forgot everything he had just said.

A golden phantom suddenly appeared at the other end of the painted boat, looking at Song Xinci with a complicated expression.

He said, "If you don't intend to take action, perhaps I can help him forget some more things."

Song Xinci asked calmly, "When did you arrive?"

“When he said, ‘Let Heaven do what Heaven should do.’”

Do you think he's right?

"What is right for him may not be right for you. Even though you are husband and wife, you can't be completely of one mind."

Song Xinci gently laid Yun Yi down on the seat. "That's right. If we have to sacrifice something to stop something from coming from outer space, I'm actually willing to do that."

We owe him so much, we could never repay him in several lifetimes. It's better to give him back a carefree and joyful life in this world.

The golden phantom remained silent.

Song Xinci added, "But I know that doing this is actually wrong, because he will regret it for the rest of his life because of his incompetence."

“You’re not completely confused yet,” the golden phantom suddenly asked. “I thought you had truly achieved ‘forgetfulness’.”

"Of course I forgot, but even after I forgot, I am still the heaven, and he is still a human being. No matter how he sees me, I cannot help but love him."

Song Xinci looked at the golden phantom meaningfully: "You should be able to understand this principle yourself."

The golden phantom avoided the question: "Why did you dream of this place? Logically speaking, you've never been here before."

As he finished speaking, the storm vanished without a trace, the fog gradually dissipated, and the small boat was finally revealed.

The ancient marshland of Yunmeng is shrouded in mist and waves, and lotus flowers bloom along the banks of a thousand miles of fragrant grass.

……

Meanwhile, Yun Yi brought Su Qing back to Burial Sword Valley, and needless to say, chaos ensued, and the valley instantly became bustling with activity.

Nangong Zhuozhuo and Ye Nianyi were relatively well-behaved. Firstly, they were both young and still had the mentality of young girls, so they couldn't interfere in the war between the two older sisters who had already been "taken into Yun Yi's household."

If you are not careful, you may be affected by it and suffer the consequences.

Zhuque was not so polite to Su Qing. She thought to herself, "I am the young lady's 'chamber maid.' How can a cook stealing food be called 'stealing'?"
But what about you, Princess? You're supposed to be a righteous fairy, yet you have the nerve to seduce men from the demonic sect!
Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

Su Qing doesn't argue and is quite easygoing with people, only showing some sharpness when facing Zhu Que.

She grew up in the royal family and was later pampered by the Fuyou Sect. She possessed an indescribable noble air, which made Zhuque, who had suffered greatly since childhood, hate her to the core.

Nangong Zhuozhuo clicked her tongue in amazement and said, "I thought Zhuque's mouth was invincible, but I didn't expect that there was someone besides me who could withstand three of her moves!"

Ye Nianyi was worried: "Those two seem to be incompatible from the start, even their names are red and green. If they start fighting, whose side should we take?"

"Nonsense, of course we'll help Zhuque..." Nangong Zhuozhuo said, then changed her mind, "That doesn't seem quite right. If we help Zhuque, who will help us in the future?"

Ye Nianyi smiled wryly and said, "Zhuozhuo, you're thinking really far ahead."

Nangong Zhuozhu stuck out her tongue.

Ye Nianyi: "How about you take charge of holding Zhuque back, and I'll take charge of holding Su Qing back? We're all sisters, so we can't let things get too ugly."

Look at that, that's what self-discipline is!

Nangong Zhuozhuo nodded first, then shook her head: "Something's not right. Yun Yi caused this trouble himself, why should we clean up his mess?"

"Who, who wiped my butt..." The girl's pretty face immediately turned red.

Seeing that Xiao Yezi was so embarrassed that she lost her mind, Nangong Zhuozhuo decided to let Yun Yi handle the problem himself. However, when she looked over at him, she found that he had just been sitting at the table looking at those communication jade talismans.

In the blink of an eye, he fell asleep on the table.

What's going on? You start playing dead when you encounter a chaotic situation?!
Nangong Zhuozhuo, furious, came to Yun Yi's side, intending to "wake him up," but Zhuque and Su Qing each grabbed one of her arms and made her shushing gesture.

Su Qing explained, "He's been traveling a lot these days. He's finally home and can get some sleep, so let's not disturb him."

Zhuque rolled her eyes at her. "You've said all the nice things, what am I supposed to say?"

"How about I pretend to wake him up, and you stop me, then I repeat what I said?"

"Do I have that much free time?!" Although Zhuque was sharp-tongued, she secretly felt a tiny bit of approval for Su Qing.

She can be considered someone who knows how to care for others.

At that moment, Yun Yi suddenly stirred. He slowly woke up, stretched his sore neck, and muttered, "Strange, how did I fall asleep so inexplicably?"

I vaguely remember that Zhuque and Su Qing were having a heated argument before I went to sleep. I felt uncomfortable being in such a chaotic situation, so I made an excuse to study the Demon Extermination Conference.

Not long after, he suddenly fell asleep and seemed to dream of Song Xinci, but he completely forgot what he said to her.

Little did he know that this grand dream was initiated by Song Xinci, who inexplicably helped him overcome a difficult situation.

As expected, my wife is the one who loves me the most.

Nangong Zhuozhuo teased, "Oh, oh, oh, Brother Yun, you're awake?"

Yun Yi cleared his throat: "Speak properly."

He didn't want to get caught up in the chaos again after just escaping one disaster.

(End of this chapter)