Chapter 223: Lord Xinling
Dream Dao Attainment: Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
With a creak, the cave residence swung open.
Lin Qi sat cross-legged within the cave residence, unmoving and unwavering like a divine statue. Behind him, several figures floated amidst radiance.
Their flickering silhouettes set Lin Qi off to great effect, as if he stood transcendent beyond the world.
Suddenly, two figures stepped out from his left and right.
One wore a crown upon his head, robes of five colors, strode with the gait of a dragon and the bearing of a tiger, an awe-inspiring imperial majesty.
One held the Lonely Grave in hand, white robes plain and elegant, and amid a smile, spoke in a clear voice.
“Wang Ling.”
“A native of Xincheng.”
“Left home at twenty, wandered the martial world with sword in hand.”
“At twenty-five, passed Zhexian Mountain, met the Li Family’s Young Miss. A match made in heaven, they roamed the martial world together.”
“Later, he brought his wife and daughter into the Immortal Academy, and at ninety-three, achieved Foundation Establishment.”
“A lifespan of eight hundred years.”
“Though Golden Core was beyond hope, he still had children and grandchildren around him, a lifetime of freedom.”
“His descendants continued for over thirty thousand years.”
“His line never broke.”
…
As the eerie white-robed figure holding the Lonely Grave spoke, the aged swordsman, whose back had been bent beneath the weight of this long letter-delivering journey, wore a dazed expression.
It was as if he saw another life that should have been his.
In that life’s journey.
He had not chosen to step into Curled Dragon Mountain, but instead walked ten thousand miles, swung a million swords.
And finally arrived at the foot of Zhexian Mountain.
At his first Ascension Assembly, he failed.
But he won the favor of the Li Family’s Young Miss.
Thereafter, with his confidante by his side, the two roamed the martial world. Through other fortunate encounters, they were able to join the Immortal Academy and formally cultivate.
Though in the end, he still failed to achieve Golden Core.
But in eight hundred years of long life.
A beauty accompanied him, children played at his knee, descendants filled his hall.
His line continued for over thirty thousand years, never breaking. He too was the Wang Family Ancestor.
“Is this another life of mine?”
The aged swordsman murmured to himself.
The eerie white-robed figure holding the Lonely Grave gave a slight nod.
“Correct.”
“If you had not entered Curled Dragon Mountain.”
“Had not walked this Starry Sky Road.”
“Had not come across light-years to deliver this letter.”
“Then this should have been your life.”
“But I came.”
The aged swordsman gave a self-mocking smile and straightened his back.
He wanted to see clearly that Lin Qi, seated cross-legged in the cave residence like an unattainable divine statue.
“So what should my true life be?”
Lin Qi remained silent like a divine statue.
Only the figure wearing a crown like an emperor spoke coldly.
“Your qi and blood are both spent. You are already a lamp at wit’s end.”
“With a mortal body, you trudged across light-years.”
“On the day the letter arrives, you shall be nothing but rot—”