"Why did you bring her … as well …" The white-haired young man drank another mouthful of wine and closed his eyes.
"She is right here. If you can cut her off, then cut her off!"
Wang Lin picked up the wine jug and drank a mouthful.
The white-haired young man remained silent until he finished drinking the entire jug of wine.
"Are you blaming me …" Wang Lin calmly smiled. "You are me, and I am you. If I blame you, I'm also blaming myself."
The white-haired young man softly said, "I'm still asleep. I used the dao of deception to create this dream, but it wasn't something I could control. It was something I deduced based on the dao intent from the three Dao Fruits …"
Wang Lin didn't say anything.
Two people, or perhaps one person, on this painted boat, in this world where everything had stopped, they drank mouthful after mouthful of wine.
Time hadn't passed. The willow leaves were still floating, but the two of them had drunk too much wine.
After a long time, the white-haired young man softly said, "How is this life …"
"Why ask me? My feelings are also your feelings." Wang Lin put down the wine jug.
"Are you ready …" The white-haired young man let out a long sigh. He looked at Li Muwan, and his eyes gradually became blurry.
"You can go."
Wang Lin turned to look at Li Muwan, and his eyes were filled with reluctance. However, no matter how reluctant he was, he knew he had to leave … He had to wake up from this dream … There were still many things waiting for him to do, and many people waiting for him.
"Wait for me, Wan Er. I'll wake you up …" The white-haired young man's eyes were also filled with reluctance. He silently stood up and arrived before Li Muwan. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead. The reluctance in his eyes was hidden, and sorrow appeared in his eyes. He suddenly turned around and reached toward the sky. A jug of wine immediately appeared in his hand.
Gently putting it down, the white-haired young man let out a sigh and took a step forward. His figure turned into a white bird that flew into the sky and gradually disappeared.
Although he had left, everything in this world was still frozen. Only the jug of wine remained there as if it was waiting for someone to pick it up and drink it.
Wang Lin silently pondered. Time stopped, but after a long time, Wang Lin arrived next to Li Muwan. He sat down next to her and placed his hands on the zither. He closed his eyes and began to slowly play the zither.
There was no zither music echoing, but the zither music filled Wang Lin's heart. Bursts of sadness and nostalgia appeared in his heart. This song of unforgettable yearning came to an end.
"That year, that day, we met in the country of Hou Fen outside the Sea of Devils. a chase, a bleak scene, a voice, and I of loneliness.
"Year after year, several reincarnations, we were in two different corners of the mortal world. How many years have passed? We have searched the mortal world, but we have never met before. Instead, we vaguely brushed past each other.
"In the end, we met again, and it was also the moment we woke up from the dream. Even if we were unwilling to part, even if we were unwilling to part … After the song ended, Wang Lin opened his old eyes. His right hand trembled as he picked up the jug of wine. He looked at the jug of wine and then at Li Muwan. This gaze seemed to last until the end of time. This gaze seemed to last until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled.
This gaze was the moment he woke up from the dream.
With a silent smile, Wang Lin held the jug of wine and placed it next to his mouth. He looked at the world he had lived in for more than 70 years and drank the entire jug of wine in one gulp!
The wine was like water; it was not spicy.
However, it was like a fire. When it entered Wang Lin's stomach, it burned fiercely.
"What is karma … When I open my palm, it is karmic cause, and when I grasp it, it is karmic effect …"
The world rumbled and the boat Wang Lin was on dissipated. What dissipated along with it was the river, the stone bridge, the countless boats on the river, and the endless willow leaves floating in the sky.
There seemed to be an invisible ripple that spread in all directions with Wang Lin as the center. All the houses in the city of Su disappeared in a flash. Not only the city of Su, but the country of Zhao, the mountains, the rivers, the sects, the mountain villages, and the official roads all disappeared in an instant.
The State of Zhao, the Soul Refining Sect, the Domain of Snowy Snow, and all the other countries, all of them collapsed.
There was also the endless sea, the roaring waves, and on the other side of the sea, the other continent, Li Muwan's hometown, all disappeared. Whether it was the country of Hou Fen, the country of Xuan Wu, the Sea of Devils, or Wang Lin and Li Muwan's home, the valley, all turned to dust.
Everything on the earth disappeared … The only ones left were the mortals and cultivators who were maintaining these movements. They didn't disappear but calmly scattered across the world.
Just like Li Muwan and Big Fortune, who were next to Wang Lin.
"What is life and death … My left hand is life, my right hand is death …" Two streams of tears flowed down from Wang Lin's eyes. The moment he spoke, Thunder rumbled in the sky and lightning filled the entire city of Suzaku.
The moment he spoke, Li Muwan, who was the closest to Wang Lin, seemed to be swept by the wind and turned to dust. Not only her, but the countless mortals on the river that disappeared, as well as the mortals that remained in the city of Su, all disappeared.
All of the figures in Zhao that Wang Lin was familiar with or unfamiliar to him disappeared at this moment.
Liu Mei was originally standing at the top of a mountain. After the mountain disappeared, she seemed to be standing in the world. At this moment, the wind blew by and her figure became blurry as she disappeared with the wind.
Xue Fei and Zhou Rui were originally flying through the air, but as time froze and the wind blew, their bodies were transformed into ash that was swept away.
Wang Zhuo was wearing black and was standing on top of the Heng Yue Mountain. At this moment, the wind blew by and his figure collapsed.
There was also Huang Long, the Teng family ancestor, and countless cultivators of Zhao. Outside of Zhao, Zhou Wutai was looking at a young man before him. That young man was his disciple.
Looking at that disciple, Zhou Wutai disappeared into the wind with him.
There was also Yunque Zi, the Soul Refining Sect's Nian Tian, Du Tian, and Rosefinch's son.
Whether it was this continent or the other continent at the end of the sea, everyone disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, there was no earth or life in this world; only the sky remained.
The only ones that didn't disappear were Wang Lin, who was crying, and Big Fortune.
The two of them were the only ones left in this world.
As Li Muwan disappeared, Wang Lin's tears gently fell and sank into the endless void. It was unknown where they went. Thunder and lightning crisscrossed in the sky, forming a giant vortex. Inside the vortex was a blood-red light, and the white-haired young man also had tears flowing out from his closed eyes.
He was reluctant … but the dream would eventually wake up, and this moment would come sooner or later. Today, after completing his date with himself and drinking that pot of wine, the dream was shattered.
"What is true and false … When I, Wang Lin, open my eyes is true, and when I close my eyes … it is false …" The moment he said this, Wang Lin grabbed Big Fortune's right hand and overlapped with the golden mark on Big Fortune's wrist. Then his old eyes slowly closed.
At the instant he closed his eyes, various scenes appeared before his eyes. These scenes were unforgettable to him, and he was reluctant to part with them. But in the end, after they appeared, they disappeared one by one. If he wanted to find them, he could only search through his memories.
In the scenes, he saw himself, Li Muwan, and Big Fortune sitting on the boat. Time froze at that moment.
He saw a carriage moving slowly on the official road in the wind and snow, heading toward his old home in the mountain village.
He saw himself and Li Muwan in their home in the valley. They had a happy time under the sound of the zither. The two of them looked into each other's eyes, and it was as if they had become an eternal memory. When people looked back, they would never be able to see it clearly.
He saw himself sitting on the bluestone on the mountain peak, comprehending the heavens and earth. Countless cultivators within thousands of kilometers worshipped him, and he saw Liu Mei's tears.
He saw himself next to the dead volcano, pointing at the sky and roaring. He could endure anything, he could use everything to deceive himself, but he could not deceive himself to cut off the karma between him and Li Muwan. He could not do it. He pointed at the sky, at the white bird, and roared at himself.
"Can you cut it off? Can you cut it off? You can't cut it off!"
He saw a merchant ship struggling amidst the endless waves on the sea. He saw everyone on the ship singing the sea ballad that had been passed down since ancient times. He saw a rebellion between life and death!
He saw a woman holding a baby outside a pavilion in the rain. The cold aura from her body was enough to freeze the rain.
He saw Liu Mei's confused eyes at the border of Zhao. He saw her smile as she left behind the pill.
He saw his father close his eyes in his arms. He saw the autumn leaves on the roof, carrying a soul with them, getting further and further away … He saw his mother's eyes never open again, and the corners of her mouth, as if she was dreaming of his father, and the smile on her face as she left with him.
He saw himself glaring at the cultivator that came to kill in the city of Su and frightening him with one word!
He saw Su Dao and his burial ground. He saw the willow leaves fluttering in the wind, and he was still a young man with Big Fortune, waiting for a date with him on the boat.
The last thing he saw was a simple and crude inn beside the official road. A drunk young man was lying on a table in the inn. When he saw the waiter beside the young man, he frowned and pushed the table again and again.
"Little brother, wake up … Ah, this is really a scholar. He only drank two cups and he is already so drunk.
My inn is going to be ruined, quickly wake up … "
He saw the drunk young man raise his head, and with a pair of sloppy eyes, he said something with a silly smile.
"I'll tell you, I just had a dream … I dreamed that I became a celestial … All the scenes turned into blurry fragments the moment the word" celestial "left his mouth.
Wang Lin closed his eyes completely. The moment he closed his eyes, the sky collapsed and everything in the dream dissipated.
He woke up from the dream … In the dark void between the Inner and Outer Realms that the Old Devil Zhan called the wall of his mansion, the white-haired young man who had been lying there for a long time opened his eyes.
"Fate is surnamed void, the mystery of the void exists … I understand …"
"Today is my birthday and turning into a mortal is over.
I've had a toothache for an entire day. My World Tooth was broken before and recently exposed my nerves. The pain is unbearable.
My face is half swollen. If there is a fellow cultivator with dentistry, please tell me how to take medicine to relieve the pain or kill the nerves without pulling out the tooth. I'm going to collapse today.