The Path comes in dreams, and Qingju rests on my heart.
When awake, Hua Weiyang; when the sword is quiet, the Lonely Building's shadow.
The first sword that once opened the third realm's path to achieving the Way of Bazhun'an, silently arrived from a distant spacetime future, crossing millions of Mystical Gates.
"Dream..."
Saint Xin was not feeling the great thousand-year dream for the first time.
Unlike Xu Xiaoshou's sword, as the initial creator of the great thousand-year dream, the sword wielded by Bazhun'an is more naturally flowing.
He had no intention of hiding when this sword would be wielded, how it would transform, or what outcome it ultimately aimed to guide towards.
Nor did he lay another layer of the Sea of Consciousness beneath the dream; even if those pierced by the sword escaped the dream realm, they could only fall into the next whirlpool.
His great thousand-year dream is simply a pure dream.
