Chapter 1311 Whose Dream?

Wang Baole had been searching for the name Xuanchen Empire for a long time after he had known it from five young people many years ago. To be precise, there used to be a Xuanchen Empire in the world of stone tablets, but that Xuanchen was not this Xuanchen.

Until today, after a long circle, but in this way, came to the real Xuanchen Empire.

Looking at the totem of the imperial palace in the distance, looking at the bustling crowd on the street even in the rain, Wang Baole also felt turmoil in his heart. He saw in the crowd, there were solitary people, men and women snuggling under an umbrella, and people hurrying on their way , There are also people who seem to be walking happily.

He saw the peddler holding up the cloth tent and still doing business. He saw the singer in the attic window, covering her mouth with a fan, looking at the passers-by. He saw the mother in the yard far away, holding the urchin's ear. , also saw further away, a group of guards passing by.

There are also hangover people lying in the alley, awakened by the rain, but instead of getting up, they mutter in their mouths, turn around and go back to sleep, and there are thieves in the crowd, stealing stealthily. , and farther away, a rich businessman with a red face who walked out of the place where the singer was, dressed luxuriously.

All this caught Wang Baole's eyes, and he closed his eyes.

Various sounds gradually permeated his mind, including the sound of footsteps, the sound of rain falling, the cries of vendors, and the laughter of children playing in the rain.

Life is picturesque, and at this moment in Wang Baole's heart, a corner is showing.

All kinds of sounds and sights were woven into this world. When Wang Baole was reflected in his mind, he, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, opened his eyes and looked at a child with braids in front of him, feeling very moved in his heart.

This little boy was chasing his playmate and ran past Wang Baole. Even though his body was drenched by rain, he was still happy. Even if he slipped and fell and splashed the rain on the ground, he got up immediately and continued to laugh. ran forward.

It's just that after running for a few steps, he seemed to notice Wang Baole, perhaps because he felt that in this dynamic world, there appeared a person who seemed to be still, a little abrupt, so he turned to look at Wang Baole.

The boy's eyes were clear and his face was full of curiosity. After meeting Wang Baole's eyes, he stuck out his tongue at him and ran away.

Watching the boy's back disappear into the corner of the street, Wang Baole smiled. He knew that everything here was a dream of someone living in this Yuanyu Daokong. This dream was very real, even if the world in this dream , there is only this one city, but every brick and tile in this city, no matter every pedestrian, is lifelike.

"Only with deep obsession can such a real dream be formed." Wang Baole murmured, looking up at the palace. A person who can weave such a dream must have astonishing strength in addition to obsession.

Only in this way can a city including the imperial palace be shaped in a dream like the real one, and it is even easy for people to get lost in it, unable to tell the real from the fake.

There should not be many people who can do this in the Xuanchen Empire. Wang Baole's divine sense swept over him, only in the palace, there was a breath of sleep.

This aura is very strong, even with Wang Baole's current cultivation level, he still feels strong. His identity...it is not difficult to guess, it is Xiao Wu's father, Emperor Xuanchen!

"Is this the dream of Emperor Xuanchen?" Wang Baole was a little uncertain. According to his understanding, Emperor Xuanchen could indeed create such a lifelike dream in a city that included the palace, but this It's not the limit, according to Wang Baole's perception of the fifth step, if Emperor Xuanchen wants to, he can weave a starry sky.

So while pondering, Wang Baole, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked forward. His pace was not fast, walking in the rain, and walking towards the palace. On the way, he appeared in the eyes of countless passers-by, but in an instant, no one could remember him slightest.

Just like this dream, everything has its own fixed logic, Wang Baole's arrival is not enough to disrupt it, the dream is still running without him.

In this way, in the rain, Wang Baole walked, walked, crossed the street, walked across the avenue, and finally appeared in front of the palace. He stood there, looking up at the huge parrot totem above.

Vaguely, he seemed to have an illusion, as if the parrot was also looking down at him at this moment.

Staring at it for a long time, Wang Baole thoughtfully, retracted his gaze, raised his footsteps, and when he landed, he had disappeared outside the palace, and appeared inside the palace, in a large hall.

This place seemed to be Emperor Xuanchen's study room, filled with bamboo slips, at the same time behind the huge and luxurious long table carved with jade railings, Wang Baole saw sitting there like a huge mountain... Emperor Xuanchen.

His figure is tall and burly, with a majestic expression, wearing a simple green shirt, sitting there at the moment, looking down at the bamboo slip in his hand, seemingly quiet, but inside his body, it seems that there is a storm that can destroy everything, even if his eyes fall , will cause the self to collapse as if seeing something that cannot be seen.

It's as if the Tao of this figure is too terrifying, and the rules it contains are too amazing, like a huge vortex that can swallow everything.

Compared with him, although Wang Baole himself is also a whirlpool, he still has some shortcomings, but he can still keep himself unaffected.

At this moment, apart from Emperor Xuanchen and Wang Baole, the entire hall was silent.

Wang Baole didn't speak. He looked at Emperor Xuanchen, feeling the vast power coming from his body. While observing silently, the Emperor Xuanchen who was sitting there suddenly spoke.

"You shouldn't be here."

As soon as the words came out, the sky outside reverberated with thunder and thunder, and there were streaks of lightning rumbling across, making the dark clouds that covered the setting sun also flicker.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and still didn't speak. He just turned his head and looked outside the hall. At this moment, there was a young man wearing a Chinese robe. He had already stepped into the hall with one foot, but he hesitated and spoke in a low voice cautiously.

"Father, I..."

This young man is exactly Xiao Wu in Wang Baole's memory. His aura is somewhat different from the living beings in this city, and seems to be more agile.

"Back off." Before Xiao Wu could finish speaking, his words were interrupted by Emperor Xuanchen who was sitting there, without raising his head, his voice came out indifferently.

"Father, I...I want to go out, I don't want to be here, I..."

"Get out!" Emperor Xuanchen's voice was louder, the sky outside, the thunder was even more violent, frightened Xiao Wu paled, and instinctively withdrew one foot that stepped into the hall, obediently, as if enduring aggrieved and angry , his face flushed, he glanced at Wang Baole, and then turned and left.

Wang Baole frowned slightly, looking at Xiao Wu's back, he had a feeling that the other party's existence in this dream was a bit strange.

"Fellow Daoist dreams of coming here, no matter what your intentions are, this place is not welcome, you go, or not?" The moment Wang Baole turned his head to look at Xiao Wu's back, behind him came a cold and murderous voice .

Sitting there, Emperor Xuanchen, who had lowered his head, slowly raised his head at this moment, his eyes seemed to contain thunder, and he looked at Wang Baole coldly.

Wang Baole turned his head, looked at Emperor Xuanchen, and frowned again. He originally thought that this was the dream of Emperor Xuanchen, but what he saw now was indeed in line with his guess, but... Xiao Wu just now was more agile than others sentient beings.

"Whose dream is this?" Wang Baole squinted his eyes, and after pondering for a while, cupped his fists and bowed to Emperor Xuanchen.

"Excuse me." After saying that, he turned and left.

Emperor Xuanchen's gaze was always on Wang Baole's body, until Wang Baole's figure completely disappeared, he slowly retracted, lowered his head again, looked at the bamboo slip in his hand, and remained motionless.

But at this moment, outside the palace, in that alley that few people pay attention to, the hungover middle-aged man who was woken up by the rain, turned around and fell asleep, was muttering.

"Why is it raining again, disturbing your uncle's dream..."