Chapter 1022 — The Illusory Dream of Dutian
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Choose one! " The Old Demon of Dutian's mind roared; he struggled within himself a long while, and at last said, "Your servant is willing to ascend the God-Slaying Terrace. " The Crown Prince flicked his sleeve. "Then go and die! " On the God-Slaying Terrace the Old Demon of Dutian knelt, staring blankly as he thought over the fortunes of his life, his heart full of a thousand emotions, and he thought, "My people, over there with Venerable Mu, should be well enough. .
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" Two blades of light flashed, his head fell to the ground, and his primal spirit was slain as well; his soul scattered and his spirit dissipated, and he did not enter Youdu.
Before the Old Demon of Dutian's eyes fell a pure darkness. Just then he heard at his ear the call of that woman named Yan'er.
The Old Demon of Dutian hastily opened his eyes and looked about him, his mind in a daze, and he murmured, "Where is this? " "Dutian, why have you fallen asleep outside the Venerable's residence? " Yan'er said with a laugh.
"The young master is asking for you. " The Old Demon of Dutian said blankly, "Am I not dead? Where am I? Where is the God-Slaying Terrace?
Where is Crown Prince Mingya?
" Yan'er burst out laughing.
"What God-Slaying Terrace? This is the residence of Venerable Mu!
There is no Crown Prince Mingya here either.
I hear Crown Prince Mingya has fled, and none knows where he has gone.
Just now Fatty Long and I went to see the young master, and the young master bade me come out and call you in. Who would have thought you would be lying here asleep.
" The Old Demon of Dutian rose to his feet, still somewhat bewildered, and looked all around: the sunlight was bright and lovely, and this was indeed the residence of Venerable Mu in the Jade Capital City of the Heavenly Court; the passers-by of more than a thousand years ago had not yet walked far, as though only a brief moment had gone by.
And yet in his sleep a thousand years had passed; he had lived through countless savage battles in Taixu, had even returned in triumph to court and received the Heavenly Emperor's rewards, and in the end had been dragged onto the God-Slaying Terrace!
Yan'er led him into the residence, saying, "You must be exhausted, traveling so long a road, worn down by fatigue.
The young master does not like people to kneel to him, so when you meet him you must not kneel again. What elixir are you taking? " The Old Demon of Dutian shook his head.
"I take no elixir. " Yan'er pressed one on him, and the Old Demon of Dutian tasted it; the flavor was not bad. "Sister Yan'er, I fell asleep just now, and in my sleep a thousand years went by without my knowing it.
Every thing in that dream was vivid before my eyes, and it was all so terribly real. " Following her, eating the elixir as he went, the Old Demon of Dutian spoke of his dream: "I woke from that dream as though a whole age had passed, and I no longer know whether the dream was the dream or this is the dream.
" "Of course you were dreaming just now; you are awake now. " Yan'er could not hold back her laughter.
"How can the things that happen in a dream be taken for true?
For instance, in the dream you were a Marquis and had cultivated to the Jade Capital realm, while now you are only at the Yaotai realm.
If what happened in the dream had truly happened, could you not now break through to the God-Slaying Terrace realm with ease? " Hardly had she spoken when the Old Demon of Dutian's aura surged violently, and his primal spirit stood upon the God-Slaying Terrace of his heavenly palace, having endured the tempering of the God-Slaying Terrace and not died!
Yan'er started in fright and cried out, "How did you do that? " All four faces of the Old Demon of Dutian wore a look of blank ignorance; at a loss what to do with hands and feet, he murmured, "By the understanding I gained in the dream I broke through, for no reason I can name.
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