A World Worth Protecting Chapter 1310: Whose dream?


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The name of the Profound Chen Empire, Wang Baole learned from Little Fifth many years ago, and searched for it for a long time. To be precise, there used to be a Profound Chen Empire in the stele world, but Profound Chen was not this Profound Chen.

To this day, after going around a big circle, in this way, I came to this real Profound Chen Empire.

Looking at the totem of the palace in the distance, looking at the crowds on the street, even in the rain, there were waves in Wang Baole's heart. He saw the people in the crowd, there were visible single shadows, men and women cuddling under an umbrella, and There are those who hurriedly walk, and there are also those who seem to stroll joyfully.

He saw the hawker propped up the cloth tents, still doing business, he saw the pavilion window, holding a fan to cover his mouth, looking at the pedestrian singer, he saw the far yard, pulling the urchin Ear's mother also saw a group of guards passing by farther away.

There are also hangovers who lie in the alley, awake by the rain, but do not get up, but mutter in their mouths, turn around and go back to sleep, and among the crowd, thieves, stealing The little thief, and further away, the richly dressed red light businessman who walked out of the place where the singer was.

All this reflected in Wang Baole's in the eye, and he closed his eyes.

The noises gradually filled his mind. There were 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, Wang Baole's reveals a corner.

All kinds of voices, all kinds of observations, weave into this world. When reflecting on Wang Baole's's mind, he holding the oil-paper umbrella, opened open eyes, and looked at a child with a sky braid in front of him, with emotion in his heart.

The boy was chasing his playmate and running in front of Wang Baole. Even if he was soaked by rain, he was still happy. Even if he slipped and fell, splashing rain on the ground, he immediately got up. , Continue to ran forward laughing.

It's just that after running a few steps, he seemed to perceive Wang Baole. Perhaps he felt that in this dynamic world, there were people who seemed to be still, a little abrupt, so he looked back at Wang Baole.

The child has clear eyes and curiosity on his face. After looking at Wang Baole, he stuck his tongue out at him and ran away.

Gazed at the kid’s back and disappeared on the corner of the street. Wang Baole smiled. He knew that everything here is a dream of someone living in this source space. This dream is very real, even this dream. In the world, there is only this city, but this city Pools inside, no matter brick by brick, no matter every pedestrian, is vivid.

"Only the very deep obsession can form such a real dream." Wang Baole muttered, looking up at the palace, a person who can weave such a dream, in addition to obsession, he also needs to have amazing strength.

Only in this way can a city that contains a palace be shaped like the real in a dream, and it is even easy for people to get lost, and it is impossible to distinguish the true from the false.

There should not be many people who can do this in the Profound Chen Empire. Wang Baole's spirit has been swept away. Only in the palace, there is a breath of sleep.

This breath is very strong. Even with the current cultivation base of Wang Baole, I still feel formidable. Its identity...It is not difficult to guess that it is the father of Little Fifth, Emperor Xuanchen!

"This is the dream of Emperor Xuanchen?" Wang Baole is a little uncertain. According to his understanding, Emperor Xuanchen can indeed do it, weaving such a real-life dream in a city that contains the palace. But this is not its limit. According to Wang Baole's perception of fifth step, if Emperor Xuanchen wanted to, he could weave a starry sky.

So while groaning, Wang Baole, holding a paper umbrella, walked forward. His pace was not fast. He walked in the rain and walked towards the palace. On the way, he appeared at the in the eye of countless pedestrians, but in an instant, no one could remember. Live him in the slightest.

Just like this dream, everything has its own fixed logic. The arrival of Wang Baole's is not enough to disrupt it. The dream still works if he is not there.

In this way, in the rain, Wang Baole walked, walked, crossed the street, walked through Great Dao, 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 for a long time, Wang Baole thoughtfully, retracted his gaze, raised his steps, and when he fell, his body had disappeared outside the palace and appeared inside the palace, in a large hall.

This is like the study room of Emperor Xuanchen, full of bamboo slips. At the same time, behind the huge and luxurious long table like carved jade, Wang Baole saw sitting there, like a huge mountain... Xuanchen Emperor.

His figure is tall and burly, with a majestic look and a simple blue shirt. He is sitting there at the moment, looking down at the bamboo slip in his hand. It seems quiet, but in his body, it seems that there is a storm that can destroy everything, even if Falling gaze will cause one's own collapse like seeing something invisible.

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

Compared with him, although Wang Baole itself is also a whirlpool, it is still slightly inadequate, but it can still be done to maintain itself unaffected.

At this moment, the entire hall, except for Emperor Xuanchen and Wang Baole, there is no other figure, and it is silent.

Wang Baole didn't speak, he looked at Emperor Xuanchen, feeling the mighty power from him, the Emperor Xuanchen who sat there silently in observation, suddenly spoke.

"You shouldn't come."

As soon as the words came out, the outside sky resounded with Thunder rumbled, and there was a thunder of lightning rumbling across, causing the black clouds that covered the setting sun to flicker.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and still did not speak. He just turned his head and looked outside the temple. At this moment, there was a young man wearing magnificent robe, one foot had entered the temple, but he hesitated and spoke in a low voice.

"Father, I..."

This young man is exactly the Little Fifth in Wang Baole's memory. The aura on his body is a little different from the sentient beings in this city of Pools inside. It seems to be more agile.

"Retreat." Before Little Fifth finished speaking, his words were interrupted by the Great Emperor Xuanchen who was sitting there, without raising his head, a cold voice came out.

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

"Get out!" The Great Emperor Xuanchen's voice became louder, and the sky outside was even more violent with thunder. The scared Little Fifth complexion was pale, and he instinctively retracted one of his feet into the hall. Angrily, his face flushed, he glanced at Wang Baole, then turned and left.

Wang Baole frowned slightly, looking at Little Fifth's back, he felt that the other party's existence in this dream was a bit strange.

"Fellow Daoist dreams are here, no matter what your intentions, this place is not welcome, do you go or not?" After Wang Baole looked back at the back of Little Fifth, behind him, came a cold with killing intent sound.

Sitting there, Emperor Xuanchen, who had bowed his head, slowly raised his head now, his eyes seemed to contain thunder, and coldly looked at Wang Baole.

Wang Baole turned his head, looked at Emperor Xuanchen, frowning again, he thought that this was the dream of Emperor Xuanchen, and what he saw now is indeed in line with his own guess, but...the Little Fifth just now, smart Beyond other sentient beings.

"Whose dream is this on earth?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes, and after a moment of pondering, he bowed his fist to the Great Emperor Xuanchen.

"Excuse me." After speaking, he turned and left.

The gaze of Emperor Xuanchen stayed on Wang Baole's, until the Wang Baole's figure disappeared completely, he slowly retracted, lowered his head again, looking at the bamboo slips in his hand, motionless.

At this moment, outside the palace, in the alley that few people notice, the middle-aged man, who was awakened by the rain, turned and fell asleep, was muttering in his mouth.

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


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