The Sword God of the Universe

Chapter 1659: Chapter 1659: Dreamscape

The meaning of Duanmu Supreme’s words is very clear; it means that if Jing Yan is willing to become his follower, he can ensure Jing Yan’s safety, even if it means offending the High-level Supreme King Jin Hai.

A follower is not a servant, but they do need to take an oath. Once someone becomes a follower, it’s nearly impossible to go against or betray them.

In fact, among the powerful beings here, quite a few have similar thoughts to Duanmu Supreme. For a cultivator with potential like Jing Yan, if he could become their follower, it would be worth them paying some price.

"Fellow Daoist Nu Zhen also seems to think highly of Jing Yan, doesn’t she? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been allowed to enter the Reincarnation Path. After all, there are only a few spots available over a hundred million years." Qianyi Supreme looked at Lady Nu Zhen.

Upon hearing Qianyi Supreme’s words, Lady Nu Zhen smiled lightly.

"Jing Yan is not my follower. If you all can persuade him to follow, feel free to try." Lady Nu Zhen said with a smile.

From the first glance at Jing Yan, Lady Nu Zhen had almost determined that Jing Yan would not become a follower of any life, even if the other party was a High-level Supreme.

Other powerful beings also smiled.

...

Jing Yan entered the black and white light beams.

In front of him appeared a doorway where black and white alternated. Above him, he could ascend through a staircase resembling piano keys.

At this moment, Jing Yan could no longer see the other three lives who had entered the Reincarnation Path with him.

Jing Yan wasted no time; he lifted his foot and walked upward.

The black and white stairs presented no obstacles to Jing Yan’s progress, allowing him to smoothly reach the front of the Black and White Gate. He paused slightly before stepping inside.

After entering the gate, Jing Yan was momentarily stunned.

Because the scene behind the Black and White Gate was completely different from what he had imagined.

This was a very ordinary world.

"Young master!"

A clear voice pulled Jing Yan back from his distraction. He saw a young girl with a lovely face standing in front of him, gazing at him with spiritual eyes.

The young master she referred to was himself.

At the same time, a tide of memory surged forth. Jing Yan discovered he had transformed into a youth named Ziyi, the youngest son of a City Lord in this world. He had an older brother and an older sister. His City Lord father was a stern middle-aged man, and his mother was a kind and beautiful woman.

The girl standing before him was his maid, taking care of his daily life.

Seventeen years old, he had lived almost entirely in this residence since birth, never even leaving the city owned by his father.

In his memories, he learned that this world was a very mundane one. This world had no powerful cultivators, and all the people were ordinary. Even those who were relatively strong couldn’t defeat ten men alone.

In just a breath’s time, Jing Yan fully integrated into his new identity, forgetting everything about his past life, including Nu Zhen Mansion and the Reincarnation Path.

It seemed he had completely become this seventeen-year-old youth named Ziyi.

"Young master, it’s time for school." The maid’s gentle voice said to Jing Yan.

Jing Yan nodded, stood up naturally, left the room, and headed toward the study hall of the City Lord Mansion. His studies were excellent, and his City Lord father held high hopes for him, wishing for him to become a civil official beside the Emperor one day.

Ziyi’s city belonged to a country called Lu Country. The ruler of the country was revered as the Emperor. Ziyi’s City Lord father was also the Emperor’s vassal, a military general defending this border city. On the other side of the city was another country.

When Ziyi arrived at the study hall, his teacher, who had a long beard, was already waiting there. In the study hall, he was the only student. The teacher only taught this one student to read.

Ziyi studied earnestly. After four hours, as darkness began to fall, the day’s study ended. The maid followed behind Ziyi.

"Young master, the master has asked you to have dinner with him." The maid said to Ziyi.

Ziyi changed direction from returning to his own quarters and headed to his City Lord father’s Inner Court.

At dinner, Ziyi’s City Lord father tested his knowledge. After the assessment, although the City Lord’s face remained stern without a smile, his gaze showed satisfaction with his youngest son’s studies.

Days of mundane living passed one by one.

Until one day, war suddenly broke out. Lu Country, Ziyi’s nation, went to war with a neighboring country. The city defended by Ziyi’s father was the first target, and Ziyi’s father, the City Lord, needed to lead the army to fight the neighboring country’s troops.

Even Ziyi’s older brother and sister donned armor to charge into battle.

After years of tenacious resistance, the city was still overrun. The enemy soldiers of the neighboring country broke into the city, killing many innocent people. Ziyi fled with his mother, evading pursuit by the enemy forces. Ziyi’s father died in the war, and his brother and sister were missing.

As they fled towards the Imperial City, the number of people around them dwindled. In the end, even the maid who had always served Ziyi succumbed to illness and passed away.

Ziyi, along with his mother, eventually escaped to the Imperial City. The Emperor personally led an expedition for the final battle with the neighboring country. If they lost, this nation would be completely obliterated. Fortunately, Lu Country narrowly won this battle, defeating the invading neighbor.

Ziyi’s life regained stability, but the city that belonged to them, they could never return to.

Several years later, Ziyi’s mother also passed away from an illness caused by the longing for his father, leaving Ziyi utterly alone. Ziyi changed his name and took part in an examination called the ’Imperial Exam’ in Lu Country once more. Through his scholarly abilities, Ziyi stood out and gradually climbed into the Emperor’s court.

The Emperor greatly appreciated Ziyi’s talent and gave his daughter in marriage to him.

He married, had children.

Decades later, Ziyi died of old age before his son and daughter.

...

Standing within the Black and White Gate of the Reincarnation Path, Jing Yan’s body trembled slightly.

"A dream?" Jing Yan looked around, and everything seemed to return to normal.

Jing Yan let out a gentle breath.

"An unbelievably real dream. In the dream, I completely forgot myself. It was as if I truly spent a lifetime in that illusory world."

"Birth, aging, illness, death..."

At this moment, Jing Yan’s mind was incredibly calm, yet it seemed as though he was still immersed in that vivid dream world.

"This seems to be the essence of life! This dream was simple, yet one could not extricate themselves from it." In Jing Yan’s deep eyes, scenes from the dream flashed once more.