In the Dream Palace.
Xuanqing's long eyelashes, like the wings of a butterfly, gently trembled.
He gently yawned, awakening leisurely from the profound and real dream realm.
"How is it? How do you feel?" Meng Wuyou looked over.
Xuanqing's eyes slowly opened.
Within those deep eyes, there was not a trace of the confusion one might expect upon waking; rather, they were as clear and bright as a night sky washed by rain.
It was as if he had undergone a complete cycle of reincarnation in that brief dream.
Xuanqing gently handed the scroll of the "Dreamy Heavenly Book," still radiating gentle brilliance, back to Meng Wuyou, who had been anxiously awaiting beside him.
"Wuyou, this scripture of yours. It leads directly to the Great Dao Gate."
"Just now in the dream, I casually rearranged and modified some of the slightly obscure Dao principles for you."
"Now, you can directly take it and go into seclusion."
