A World Worth Protecting

After Wang Baole had known the name of the Profound Chen Empire many years ago, he had searched for it for a long time. To be precise, there used to be a Profound Chen Empire in the stele world, but Xu Profound Chen was not this Profound Chen.

Until today, after going around a big circle, in this way, came to this real Profound Chen Empire.

Looking at the totem of the palace in the distance, watching the crowds on the street, even in the rain, there were waves in Wang Baole's heart. He saw in the crowd, there were visible single shadows, men and women nestled under an umbrella, and rushers. , There are also people who seem to stroll joyfully.

He saw the peddler holding up the cloth tent and still doing business. He saw the singer in the pavilion window, holding a fan to cover his mouth, looking at the pedestrians, and he saw the mother who was pulling the urchin’s ear in the far yard. , I also saw a group of guards passing by farther away.

There are also people with a hangover who lie in the alley, awake by the rain, but did not get up, but muttered in their mouths, turned around and went back to sleep, and among the crowd, the little thief who was stealing quietly. , And farther away, the richly dressed red-faced businessman who walked out of the place where the singer was.

All this came into Wang Baole's eyes, and he closed his eyes.

The noise gradually filled his mind. There were footsteps, the sound of rain falling, the cries of vendors, and the laughter of children playing in the rain.

Life is picturesque, and at this moment, Wang Baole's heart shows a corner.

All kinds of sounds, all kinds of observations, woven into this world, when reflected in Wang Baole's mind, he opened his eyes while holding the oil-paper umbrella, and he looked at a child with soaring braids in front of him, with emotion in his heart.

The boy was chasing his playmate and running in front of Wang Baole. Even if his body was soaked by rain, he was still happy. Even if he slipped and fell and splashed the rain on the ground, he immediately got up and continued to laugh. Ran forward.

Only after running a few steps, he seemed to perceive Wang Baole, perhaps because he felt that in this dynamic world, someone who seemed to be still appeared, a little abrupt, so he looked back at Wang Baole.

The child had clear eyes and curiosity on his face. After looking at Wang Baole, he stuck his tongue out at him and ran away.

Staring at the child’s back disappearing on the corner of the street, Wang Baole smiled. He knew that everything here was a dream of someone living in this source space. This dream is very real, even this dream world. , There is only this city, but no matter brick by brick, every pedestrian in this city is vivid.

"Only deep obsessions can form such a real dream." Wang Baole murmured, looking up at the palace, a person who can weave such a dream, in addition to obsession, he himself also needs to have amazing strength.

Only in this way can it be possible to make a city that contains the imperial palace, in the dream world, there is no difference between what is shaped and the reality, and it is even easy for people to get lost, and it is impossible to distinguish the true from the false.

There should not be many people who can do this in the Profound Chen Empire. Wang Baole's spiritual thoughts have been swept away. Only in the palace, there is a breath of sleep.

This breath is very strong, even with Wang Baole's current cultivation base, he still feels powerful, his identity...it is not difficult to guess that it is Xiaowu's father, Emperor Xuanchen!

"Is this the dream of Emperor Xuanchen?" Wang Baole was a little uncertain. According to his understanding, Emperor Xuanchen could indeed do it, weaving such a real-life dream in a city that contained the imperial palace, but this Not the limit. According to Wang Baole's perception of the fifth step, if Emperor Xuanchen wanted to, he could weave a starry sky.

So while hesitating, Wang Baole, holding the oil-paper umbrella, walked forward, his pace was not fast, walking in the rain, towards the palace, he appeared in the eyes of countless pedestrians on the way, but in an instant, no one can remember him slightest.

Just like this dream, everything has its own fixed logic. The arrival of Wang Baole is not enough to disrupt it. The dream still works if he is not there.

In this way, in the rain, Wang Baole walked, walked, crossed the streets, walked across the avenue, and finally appeared in front of the palace. He stood there, looking up at the huge parrot totem above.

Vaguely, he seemed to have an illusion, as if the parrot was also looking down at him at this moment.

After staring for a long time, Wang Baole thoughtfully, retracted his gaze, raised his steps, and when he fell, he had disappeared outside the palace and appeared inside the palace, in a large hall.

It seemed like the study room of Emperor Xuanchen, filled with bamboo slips. At the same time, behind the huge and luxurious long table like a carved jade railing, Wang Baole saw the person sitting there, like a huge mountain... Emperor Xuanchen.

His figure is tall and burly, with a majestic look and a simple blue shirt. He is sitting there at the moment, looking down at the bamboo slip in his hand. It seems quiet, but in his body, it seems that there is a storm that can destroy everything, even if his eyes fall. , Will cause oneself to see the unseen thing collapse like.

It seems that the figure's Tao is too terrifying, and the rules contained are too amazing, like a huge vortex that can swallow everything.

Compared with him, although Wang Baole himself is also a whirlpool, it is still slightly inadequate, but he can still maintain himself unaffected.

At this moment, this whole hall, except for the Great Emperor Xuanchen and Wang Baole, there was no other figure, and it was silent.

Wang Baole didn't speak. He looked at Emperor Xuanchen and felt the mighty power from him. While observing silently, Emperor Xuanchen who was sitting there suddenly spoke.

"You shouldn't come."

As soon as the words came out, the sky outside resounded with thunderous roars, and lightning rumbling across, causing the dark clouds covering the setting sun to flicker.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and still didn't speak. He just turned his head and looked outside the temple. At this moment, there was a young man wearing a Chinese robe, one foot had entered the temple, but he hesitated, cautiously and whispered.

"Father, I..."

This young man is the Xiao Wu in Wang Baole's memory. The aura on his body is somewhat different from the sentient beings in this city. It seems to be more agile.

"Retreat." Before Xiao Wu finished speaking, his words were interrupted by the Great Emperor Xuan Chen who was sitting there, without raising his head, a cold voice came out.

"Father, I...I want to go out, I don't want to be here, I..."

"Go!" The Great Emperor Xuanchen's voice became louder, and the sky outside was even more violent with thunder, and the scared Xiao Wu was pale, and instinctively retracted one of his feet into the hall, only to promise, and seemed to endure sorrow and anger. , His face flushed, he glanced at Wang Baole, then turned and left.

Wang Baole frowned slightly, looking at Xiao Wu's back, he felt that the other party's existence in this dream was a bit strange.

"Friends of Daoist dream come here, no matter what you have in mind, this place is not welcome, you go, or don't you go?" After Wang Baole looked back at Xiao Wu's back, there was a cold and murderous voice behind him. .

Sitting there, the Great Emperor Xuan Chen, who had bowed his head, slowly raised his head now, his eyes seemed to contain thunder, and he looked at Wang Baole coldly.

Wang Baole turned his head and looked at Emperor Xuanchen, frowning again. He thought that this was Emperor Xuanchen's dream. What he saw now is indeed in line with his own guess, but... the talented Xiao Wu is more agile than other sentient beings. .

"Whose dream is this on earth?" Wang Baole squinted, and after a moment of pondering, he bowed his fist to the Great Emperor Xuanchen.

"Excuse me." After speaking, he turned and left.

The gaze of the Great Emperor Xuanchen stayed on Wang Baole's body until Wang Baole's figure completely disappeared before he slowly retracted, lowered his head again, looking at the bamboo slips in his hand, motionless.

And at this moment, outside the palace, in the alley that few people notice, the middle-aged man, who was awakened by the rain, turned and fell asleep, was muttering in his mouth.

"Why is it raining again, disturbing your uncle's dream..."