abnabooks Chapter 2608 A Gaze Across Time
Chapter 2608 A Gaze Across Time
Chapter 2608 A Gaze Across Time
Those thick, high walls, those gilded corner towers, and those countless buildings all looked strangely familiar.
The city gate was wide open, and people were coming and going, some even pointing and gesturing in this direction.
At that moment, the clouds parted, and a ray of sunlight shone down, illuminating the most magnificent palace complex along the city's central axis. The roof tiles and eaves gleamed with crimson and gold, like the rising sun.
Zhao Mandu explained in a timely manner: "It appeared this morning, but there is no such great city on the wasteland at all. Officials, soldiers and civilians are all talking about it. The king specially sent a bird demon to fly over and observe, and confirmed that it was indeed just a mirage, ethereal and illusory, with nothing unusual."
He Lingchuan stared intently, then casually replied, "Yes, there's nothing unusual."
He recognized it at a glance; it was Ju City, the capital of the Cangyan Kingdom!
The magnificent palace complex in the city, as radiant as the clouds, was built by his own hands; there is no way you could mistake him for someone else.
It turns out that not only the people of Jucheng are looking out over Panlong Ancient City, but the residents of Panlong Ancient City can also see a corner of the outside world.
Past and present, inner and outer worlds, illusion and reality, finally converge under the same sky.
This is a gaze that transcends time and space.
He Lingchuan was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. Even someone as composed as him was choked up with emotion.
Does this mean that the barrier between the world inside the pot and the external reality has begun to loosen?
He deliberately asked the great shaman, "Although a mirage is in mid-air, shouldn't it have a ready-made template on the ground? How can this be a scene of a wasteland?"
A mirage is a game of light and shadow, reflecting cities on the ground into the air.
The great shaman said, "It is, after all, a wasteland."
"Can we use other regions? Can we use Bega?"
The high shaman glanced at him, whether casually or with a deeper meaning, it was unclear:
"Perhaps it is a reflection of a certain time and space; when the conditions of heaven and earth are right, it will appear."
He Lingchuan pressed further: "What kind of conditions?"
The great shaman laughed: "Only heaven knows."
Seeing that he didn't respond to the topic, He Lingchuan remained silent for a moment before asking:
"Great Shaman, have you ever been to Jade Capital City?"
"Yujing City?" Zhao Mandu frowned slightly. "What kind of place is that?"
“In my dream, there was a great city that could be moved freely.” He Lingchuan pointed to the courtyard. “I’ve also vaguely seen the bamboo grove in the corner of your courtyard and the stone fruit that leaves a sound in the wind in the Jade Capital City. Two villains died there in the end.”
“I’ve never been there.” Zhao Mandu analyzed for him in a serious tone, “You’re probably just dreaming about what you’ve been thinking about during the day. You’ve simply copied what you’ve seen in my courtyard into your dream.”
"Is that so?" However, He Lingchuan himself had never entered his courtyard. But he didn't say anything, only sighed, "I thought this was all preordained."
"That's true."
He Lingchuan deliberately raised his wrist, displaying the Divine Spark of Destiny right under his nose:
"By the way, what are your thoughts on fate?"
The high shaman's gaze was no longer fixed on the bracelet; he merely glanced at it briefly and said, "Knowing impermanence, yet acting with constancy, do your best. The rest is up to fate."
He Lingchuan, undeterred, asked again:
"If someone is burdened with heavy karma and has committed countless blood sins, can he ultimately have a peaceful end?"
"As long as you live long enough, the consequences will come sooner or later."
He Lingchuan pressed further, "But what if he's not a bad person?"
"This has nothing to do with good or bad." Zhao Mandu looked at the people coming and going in the tailor shop and spoke softly, "Karma is karma, it cannot be resolved unless one dies. Otherwise, why do cultivators and immortals in the world turn pale at the mention of karma?"
He Lingchuan remained silent.
He fell silent, and Zhao Mandu asked the question instead:
"You slept for five years, what kind of dream did you have?"
“Heh, I dreamt that I went to the Gold Plains two hundred years in the future, then started a war, unified the entire Gold Plains, and established a powerful empire.” He Lingchuan looked at him with amusement. “Does the Great Shaman know about the Gold Plains?”
“I know, I’ve been there.” The Great Shaman laughed. “General, you’re really not being polite.”
General Tiger Wing bluntly stated that he dreamed of becoming emperor, truly unafraid of the Grand Shaman's whispers. If Zhong Shengguang were more suspicious, wouldn't he suspect he harbored ambitions for the throne?
He Lingchuan shrugged: "I've always been known for my honesty."
The high shaman was amused once again: "What will the world be like two hundred years from now in your dream?"
"Panlong City no longer exists. The Heavenly Demon still controls the Heavenly Palace and Bega, wreaking havoc on the world. The concentration of spiritual energy in the human world had almost reached its limit in the past hundred years, and it has only recently recovered rapidly in the last twenty years."
The great shaman said leisurely:
"If Panlong Kingdom loses, your dream will come true."
Panlong City lost, and the ultimate consequences will be borne by the entire human world.
“Yes, in my nightmare, Panlong City lost.” He Lingchuan looked at him without blinking. “But the King used the Great Square Pot to open up a divine kingdom, bringing the heroic spirits of Panlong City inside. They lay dormant, waiting to see the light of day again, to continue fighting for their mission.”
"Oh?" The high shaman seemed quite interested. "So, do these heroic spirits know that they have become heroic spirits?"
This was a very peculiar question, but He Lingchuan's expression remained unchanged:
"I think they probably don't know."
The high shaman nodded: "That's best for them. What do you want to ask?"
"In that dream, the King was still Commander Zhong. He said that the Great Square Pot was a transformation from reality to illusion, and the Panlong Secret Realm was the strongest link connecting reality and the Great Square Pot. But..."
"But?"
“But one day, the Great Square Pot will return to reality.” He Lingchuan took a light breath. “What will happen to this secret realm then?”
“Returning from the illusory to the real is far more difficult than leaving the real and entering the illusory.” Zhao Mandu explained in detail, “Let me give you the simplest analogy. After a person dies, their soul still exists, which is equivalent to leaving the real and entering the illusory. You see, this is quite common, isn’t it?”
If ten thousand people die, perhaps one or two will, by some twist of fate, remain in the world. Considering the human population, this is quite common.
"Yes." When a person dies, their soul remains; it's either a ghost or a nightmare, nothing unusual.
"But this process is almost irreversible. How many dead people have you seen actually come back to life? The reason we say that the dead cannot be brought back to life is that the process of returning from the virtual to the real goes against common sense. There is a powerful barrier between the virtual and the real, which is called the 'law'!"
Zhao Mandu said, word by word: "To return from the illusory to the real, one must challenge the laws and break through the limitations."
He Lingchuan thought for a moment and then retorted:
“People can be brought back to life after death. I know that some souls can break through the mysteries of the womb, adapt to a new body, and continue to live as a living person.”
Isn't Emperor Mou one of them?
Zhao Mandu laughed: "The mystery of the womb, isn't it just the law? Breaking through it isn't that easy."
He Lingchuan remained silent.
(End of this chapter)