Chapter 1589. Dream of Celestial or Celestial Dream! (2/2)

Several days later, a burly man laughed before the statue. He laughed and laughed until tears flowed down from his eyes. He held two jugs of wine as if he wanted to get drunk with the statue.

After getting drunk, the burly man began to cry.

“If I didn’t guide you down the path of cultivation… If we didn’t meet back then… If I had taken away the Heaven Defying Bead back then… If you were still a naive teenager back then…”

Several days later, a gorgeous woman stood before the statue. She stood there for a long, long time. She looked at the statue as sun rose and set.. After several cycles, she silently left. Two drops of tears fell as she turned, shattering when they fell on the ground.

She was Mu Bingmei.

Several days later, a woman wearing a pink, water pattern skirt arrived on planet Suzaku looking exhausted. She looked at the statue and recalled the past.

“Lord doesn’t know me, but I know Lord!”

Several days later, several months later… The passage of time seemed to be forgotten like the void. There was no beginning or end, only two broken bodies...

This place was a dark void with no life or objects. The silence here seemed to have existed forever. In this void, there was a faint blood-colored light that formed a circle. Inside this circle, Wang Lin’s body was collapsing on a wide scale; it was covered in scars.

Beside him, the madman’s eyes were closed, but his face was ashen. There were no injuries on his body, but there was seven-colored light between his eyebrows. The seven-colored lance couldn’t hurt the madman’s immortal body, but it could hurt his soul, which had become unprotected after the serious injury from the past...

This blood circle of light was formed by the drop of golden blood that Wang Lin held in his hand. As the light gently surrounded them, Wang Lin struggled to open his eyes. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep, but he knew that he would only be awake for a short period of time.

Feeling bitter, Wang Lin saw the unconscious madman and his gaze became gentle. He let out a sigh and barely managed to raise his hand. Only after waving several times did he manage to open his storage space.

Three Dao Fruits floated out and he inhaled. The three fruits turned into three rays of light and entered Wang Lin’s mouth with their unimaginably chaotic dao intent.

Wang Lin’s eyes revealed the strongest light at the end of his life. His left hand grabbed the madman and then his right index finger pointed toward the area between his own eyebrows.

“Dream Dao…” Using what’s left of his power, he used the third original spell he had made, Dream Dao.

Using his own Dream Dao to dream of thousands of years ago… In that dream, he would complete his life and death, karma, and true and false essences!

His right hand dropped and Wang Lin closed his eyes...

“Little Brother, Little Brother, wake up…”

“Alas, how are you so drunk? I’m going to clean up, please wake up…” On the side of the road, in a humble restaurant, a waiter in green helplessly pushed a drunk young man on the table.

“This is really a scholar, so drunk after just two cups.” The waiter pushed harder.

“Heaven is an inn for all living things… Time is the hundreds of passing travelers… And being born into a dream, such a joy… or joy of dream… Good poem, good poem!” The young man had an intoxicated gaze as he looked at the waiter and giggled.

“Hehe, let me tell you, I had dream… I dreamt I was an immortal…” Then the young man fell onto the ground and began snoring.