Chapter 1200 — The Heavenly God's Illusory Dream
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She saw another dream, and in it there were hundreds of herselves and hundreds of Shen Mus, all of them studying the Yin Son of Heaven's divine abilities, discussing with one another, verifying one another's insights. Di Yiyue looked elsewhere, and saw other dreams still: another her was chatting and laughing with the Yin Son of Heaven, discussing how to perfect the Heavenly Gate of the Nether Capital, how to fuse the cultivation arts of the four great Imperial Thrones into that Gate, and how to use the Way of Reincarnation to unify the four schools of Imperial Throne arts.
These were re-enactments of scenes from her own memory! She also saw many Shen Mus and many of herselves there, recording their conversations, deducing the arts and divine abilities they spoke of, noting everything down in the minutest detail, without a single omission. Even if Di Yiyue herself were to recall these things, she could never have done so with such clarity!
Di Yiyue turned her head toward other directions and saw dreams great and small; those dreams recorded every last drop of the time she had spent with the Yin Son of Heaven, some of them memories beyond compare, others that made her feel pain.
There were scenes of her falling in love; scenes of the Yin Son of Heaven attacking Fengdu; and scenes of her friends urging her to leave the Yin Son of Heaven. In every dream there was a Di Yiyue and a Yin Son of Heaven, and all manner of details she had never noticed before came floating up to the surface.
At last Di Yiyue's gaze came to rest upon the final dream, and it was the scene of her bowing through the marriage rite with the Yin Son of Heaven.
Shen Mu noticed it too, and said with a frown: "Sister, I used the Supreme Divine Consciousness to guide you into turning your memories into dreams; I never expected to dredge this memory up as well. Sister, let me extinguish this dream.
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" "No need.
" Di Yiyue shook her head, her eyes fixed upon that dream, and said: "When he killed me, he used his true skill. It will be of great use in breaking his reincarnation divine ability.
" Shen Mu was stunned for a moment, and could only let her be.
Di Yiyue stared at it in a daze. The first half of the memory was her most beautiful recollection, engraved upon her bones and heart; the latter half was the memory that pained her most, no less engraved upon her bones and heart.
"I have studied the Buddhist dharma as well; I once took the Great Brahma Heavenly King Buddha as my master.
" Di Yiyue seemed to wake from that painful recollection, and, as though nothing at all had happened, smiled at Shen Mu: "I told the Old Buddha that I wished to learn his Imperial Throne Sutra. The Old Buddha told me, 'You are too clever; you will never learn it.
' This art is one that only fools can master; the cleverer you are, the less able you are to learn it.
" Shen Mu's face darkened, and he said sullenly: "I never learned it either. The Old Buddha simply stuffed it into my head; I do not grasp the principles, I only know how to use it. " Di Yiyue laughed: "I begged the Old Buddha to transmit it to me.
He transmitted it, and sure enough I never learned it. After that I gave up the notion and left the Buddhist Realm.
Only later did I understand that it is not that only fools can master it, but that the cleverness the Immeasurable Kalpa Sutra requires is not the cleverness we ordinarily speak of. Even so, I still could not comprehend it. " They talked and laughed together, and Di Yiyue felt all manner of information pouring into her mind from the dreams, one after another, with extraordinary swiftness; it was the fruit of the joint study of countless Shen Mus and Di Yiyues across a thousand dreams.