Proving the Dao in a Dream, Scheming Against Cultivators from the Start 1067. Chapter 1067: Chapter 1065: Li Qizi: I Endure Through the Ages in the Mortal World 1

Chapter 1067: Chapter 1065: Li Qizi: I Endure Through the Ages in the Mortal World 1

Chapter 1067: Li Qizi: I Remain Evergreen in the Human Realm 1 (1/3)

Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators

Dream-Making Expert

Li Qizi left the Word-Spirit Macrocosm, which had already become a bridgehead for the Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm’s conquest of the Myriad Realms.

He piloted an Immortal Boat, drifting alone through the dark, dead silence of the Boundary-Wall Void Sea.

He wandered without purpose, avoiding as much as possible those cosmos embroiled in chaos and war.

After a thousand years of drifting.

He stopped before a macrocosm that appeared entirely untouched by the War of Heaven and Man.

It was a beautiful cosmos.

The Heavenly Dao of this cosmos seemed to still be in its ascendancy, and so the entire cosmos brimmed with vitality.

The first batch of living beings born in this cosmos were busily engaged in creating and developing its civilizations.

Li Qizi felt this was a fine place to hide away.

So he quietly slipped in, without disturbing the living beings of this cosmos.

He descended upon a star covered in ice and snow.

This star had life activity, hidden deep within the ocean beneath thick layers of ice and snow.

He was not certain whether traces of civilization had been born on this star.

He did not really care.

Choosing this star was simply because it resembled so closely that star named Mercury where he had once lived in seclusion.

It was just that the star which had once carried his most beautiful memories had long since been destroyed in the starry sky of memory.

“No.”

“At this point in time, Mercury should not have been born yet.”

Li Qizi murmured to himself, measuring the ice-and-snow star beneath his feet step by step.

Several days later.

A hidden fissure appeared upon the vast land of ice and snow.

Deep within the fissure.

Spring warmth, flowers blooming.

Li Qizi painstakingly recreated Peach Valley as it had been in those days of cultivation.

Within Peach Valley, wooden huts handcrafted by Li Qizi were built one after another.

Everything in the valley seemed as if yesterday were repeating itself.

It was just a pity that this time, there were no Eight Immortals of Peach Valley in this Peach Valley. Only he, Li Qizi, alone.

A person should not live forever in memory.

But Li Qizi was not a person.

He was one of the Nine Spirits of the Dream Bubble Shadow, whom Lin Qi had personally guided into the Dream Bubble Shadow, who had crossed the Naihe Bridge, drunk Meng Po’s Soup, and stepped across Reincarnation.

To live out a second life with a single point of True Spirit.

No one knew what kind of Innate Spirit-Light he had born back then to become one of the Nine Spirits of the Dream Bubble Shadow.

Because Lin Qi had not asked, and he had not said.

In truth, even if Li Qizi were made to personally say upon what object that point of his Innate Spirit-Light had been entrusted.

Li Qizi himself did not know.

After all, when he had first entered the Dream Bubble Shadow and transformed into one of the Nine Spirits of the Dream Bubble Shadow.

He himself did not know whether he had truly attained enlightenment or not.

Because he truly had not thought about anything too complicated.

He had not given much thought to where exactly that wisp of his Innate Spirit-Light should be entrusted.

He simply felt that everyone did not want him to die, that everyone was striving to save him.

So he ought to live.

In the way they hoped.

And so he had lived, born an Innate Spirit-Light, entrusted his life, successfully lived out a second life, and became one of the Nine Spirits of the Dream Bubble Shadow.

So why was he alive?

Li Qizi did not know.

He only knew that a very, very long time ago.

When he was about to die, someone had hoped he would live. Then let him live.

But to live, one must have something to look forward to.

What was Li Qizi’s hope for living?

Li Qizi did not know. Well, he actually already had an idea.

But it was only an idea, not too firm.

Because he knew he was not particularly clever.

In truth, it was not just him.

Gao Tianyou was not particularly clever either, nor were Wang Huaigu, Qiuyun, Ye Sanshu… including Gushe, who thought herself very clever.

In truth, none of them were clever.