After Wang Baole learned about the name of Xuanchen Empire from Xiaowu many years ago, he searched for it for a long time. To be precise, there was once a Xuanchen Empire in the stone tablet world, but that Xuanchen was not this Xuanchen.

Until today, I went around for a long time, but in this way, I came to this real Xuanchen Empire.

Looking at the totem of the palace in the distance, looking at the crowds that were still bustling even in the rain on the street, Wang Baole also felt agitation in his heart. He saw that there were only one figure in the crowd, some men and women snuggling under an umbrella, some people rushing to the road, and some people who were walking happily.

He saw the vendor who was holding up the cloth tent and still doing business. He saw the pavilion window, holding a fan to cover his mouth, looking at the pedestrian singer, he saw the mother who was holding the ears of the naughty boy in the distance, and also saw a team of guards walking past further away.

There were also the hangovers who were lying in the alley, awakened by the rain and ice, but did not get up, but muttered, turned around and continued to sleep, and the thief who was in the crowd, secretly stealing, and the rich businessman who was dressed in luxurious clothes and walked out of the place where the singer was.

All this was reflected in Wang Baole's eyes, and he closed his eyes.

The mixed sounds gradually filled his mind, with footsteps inside, the sound of rain falling to the ground, the hawking of vendors, and the laughter of children playing in the rain.

Life is like a picture, and at this moment, a corner of Wang Baole's heart appears.

All kinds of sounds and all kinds of sights woven into this world. When Wang Baole's mind was reflected, he, holding an oil-paper umbrella, opened his eyes and looked at a little boy with a braid in front of him, and felt very moved.

The little boy was chasing his playmate and ran past Wang Baole. Even though he was soaked in the rain, he was still happy. Even though he slipped and fell and splashed the rain on the ground, he still got up immediately and continued to run forward with laughter.

However, after running a few steps, he seemed to notice Wang Baole. Perhaps he felt that there was a static person in this dynamic world, which was a little abrupt, so he looked back at Wang Baole.

The little boy's eyes were clear and curious. After looking at Wang Baole's eyes, he stuck out his tongue at him and ran to the distance.

Looking at the little boy's back disappeared from the corner, Wang Baole smiled. He knew that everything here was a dream of someone living in the Yuanyu Dao Kong. This dream was very real. Even if the world in the dream was only this city, no matter how bricks and tiles were in this city, no matter how many people were in it, they were vivid.

"Only a very deep obsession can such a real dream be formed." Wang Baole murmured, looking up at the palace. A person who can weave such a dream must have amazing strength in addition to obsession.

Only in this way can a city containing the palace be shaped in a dream, and it is even easy to make people lose themselves and cannot tell the truth or falsehood.

There shouldn't be many people who can do this in this Xuanchen Empire. Wang Baole's divine thoughts swept over, and there was only a sleeping breath in the palace.

This aura is very strong. Even with Wang Baole's current cultivation level, he still feels strong. His identity... it is no longer difficult to guess that it is Xiao Wu'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 and weave a lifelike dream of all living beings in such a city that contains the palace, but this is not the limit. According to Wang Baole's perception of the fifth step, if Emperor Xuanchen thought, he could weave a starry sky.

So while pondering, Wang Baole, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked forward. His pace was unhappy. He walked in the rain and walked towards the palace. On the way, he appeared in the eyes of countless pedestrians, but in a blink of an eye, no one could remember him at all.

It is as if everything has its own fixed logic in this dream. Wang Baole's arrival is not enough to disrupt it. Whether he is there or not, the dream will still work.

In this way, in the rain, Wang Baole walked, walked, crossed the street, crossed 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, withdrew his gaze, raised his footsteps, and when he fell, he had disappeared outside the palace and appeared in a hall.

This place seemed to be the study of Emperor Xuanchen. While it was filled with bamboo slips, behind the huge long table as luxurious as jade, Wang Baole saw him sitting there, like a giant mountain... Emperor Xuanchen.

His figure was tall and burly, with a majestic expression, and wearing a simple blue shirt. He was sitting there at the moment, looking down at the bamboo slips in his hand. It seemed quiet, but in his body, it seemed to contain a storm that could destroy everything. Even if his eyes fell, it would cause him to collapse like he saw something that was invisible.

It was as if the Tao of this figure was too terrifying and the rules contained were too amazing, like a huge vortex that could devour everything.

Compared with him, although Wang Baole himself is also a whirlpool, he is still slightly deficient, but he can still maintain himself without being affected.

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

Wang Baole didn't say anything. He looked at Emperor Xuanchen and felt the vast power coming from his body. While observing silently, Emperor Xuanchen and who was sitting there suddenly spoke.

"You shouldn't have come."

As soon as the words came out, the sky outside echoed with thunder and lightning, rumbling across, making the dark clouds that covered the setting sun flash.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and still didn't say anything. He just turned around and looked outside the hall. At this moment, there was a young man there, wearing a gorgeous robe and one foot had already stepped into the hall, but hesitated and spoke in a low voice with caution.

"Father, I..."

This young man is Xiao Wu in Wang Baole's memory. The breath on his body is a little different from the sentient beings in this city, and it seems to be more agile.

"Get back." Before Xiao Wu finished speaking, his words were interrupted by Emperor Xuanchen who was sitting there. He did not look up and a cold voice came out.

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

"Get out!" Emperor Xuanchen's voice became louder, and the sky outside was even more violent. Xiaowu was so scared that his face was pale. He instinctively withdrew one of his feet that had entered the hall. He seemed to endure the aggrievance and anger, and his face turned red. He glanced at Wang Baole and then turned around and left.

Wang Baole frowned slightly, and looked at Xiao Wu's back. He felt that the other party was a little strange about the existence in this dream.

"Fellow Daoist dreams of coming here. No matter what your intention is, it is not welcome here. Do you leave or not?" The moment Wang Baole turned around and looked at Xiao Wu's back, a cold and murderous voice came from behind him.

Sitting there, Emperor Xuanchen, who had originally lowered his head, slowly raised his head, his eyes seemed to contain thunder, and he looked coldly at Wang Baole.

Wang Baole turned his head and looked at Emperor Xuanchen, frowned again. He thought that this was Emperor Xuanchen's dream, and what he saw now did meet his guess, but... Xiao Wu, who just now, was more agile than other sentient beings.

"Whose dream is this?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes, pondered for a while, and bowed to Emperor Xuanchen.

"Excuse me." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Emperor Xuanchen's eyes always fell on Wang Baole. Until Wang Baole's figure completely disappeared, he slowly withdrew, lowered his head again, looked at the bamboo slips in his hand, and remained motionless.

At this moment, outside the palace, in the alley where few people pay attention, the middle-aged hangover who was awakened by the rain, turned around and fell asleep, was muttering.

"Why is it raining again? It disturbs your uncle's dream..."
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