Ye Yiming had a long dream. He clearly understood that he was dreaming, but he could not wake up. As a bystander, he looked at himself in the dream, a dream that combines fiction and reality.

He fell in his dream and fell into an endless fall. Even if he was a bystander, the dizziness was still transmitted to him. The real feeling was just that he had no reaction to these feelings. He was like a saint, not sad about himself.

Fortunately, the fall was finally over. Ye Yiming saw "self" falling in a pool, a very familiar place. He had appeared in his dream many times. Later, as time went by, even dreams rarely came to this place again. He was a little sad and wanted to follow the top of the pool channel to see if there was a thatched hut there. However, Ye Yiming could not move freely, and could not control himself in his dream.

Ye Yiming watched himself doing what had happened before, and finally saw the big black umbrella in the rain. When he saw it again, he still felt that the black umbrella was bizarre. At this time, he was a little missed the wrinkled face under the black umbrella.

"Do you want to become a god?" The face under the black umbrella was not revealed, only a low voice came out, which was different from his memory.

"How to become a god?" Ye Yiming asked in the dream.

The person under the umbrella smiled, and an indescribable emotion was conveyed in his laughter, as if free and easy as anger, and then he said, "Since he is a god, he is no longer a mortal. It is the first step to cut off the thoughts of the mortal world..."

Ye Yiming in the dream frowned and thought for a while and asked, "Can you let me see your face?"

"Haha... Can you see my face lies in your judgment. This is for your own good, so let me tell me your judgment?" The black umbrella covered the person under the umbrella very tightly, and could only see a hand holding the umbrella, which was white and slender. I think his master should be very young.

"Is it necessary to become a god to cut off one's affection and nature?" Ye Yiming asked.

This time the person under the umbrella did not laugh. His voice was cold and he said without any emotion: "Since it is God, if you have too many mortal troubles, you cannot be considered a god... Although there is less fun, you can dominate the mortals and even the world you lived in before..."

"I am a mortal..." Ye Yiming replied.

“That is, you have made your choice?”

The hand holding the umbrella loosened and then clenched again, and then its owner said, "Since you have decided, go back, and you will struggle in the world in the future..."

In the dream, Ye Yiming nodded and turned around and left. This time he chose to walk to the top of the mountain and then jumped down. Ye Yiming, who was watching, suddenly felt a little anxious. I wonder if there was a thatched hut there?

After all, he was disappointed. There was no trace of anyone on the top of the mountain. Ye Yiming stood on the raised stone and jumped down without hesitation.

Ye Yiming finally found a common point. He did not succeed in his dream like himself. After rising and falling in the pool several times, he stood up and went to the shore to look for his way home.

There was a white-haired old man fishing on the shore and was watching him at this time.

"The old man has disturbed your ambition..." Ye Yiming apologized.

"Do you want to compensate me if you scared my fish?" the old man asked.

"I'll go into the water and get one for you!"

After saying that, Ye Yiming was about to jump into the water, but after just making a move, he couldn't move anywhere.

"Why are young people so impetuous nowadays? Although the fun of fishing is about fish, it's not all about fish. Come and take a fish back to me..." After the old man said that, he waved the fishing rod in his hand in the air, and Ye Yiming's body regained his freedom, but because the previous movement had already come out, he could not force it back, and he fell into the water.

Fishing is a very boring thing. Ye Yiming has never had any interest in this. Not only did Ye Yiming start to doze off in his dream, but even those who are watching are feeling so uncomfortable that they are about to fall asleep.

Finally, when Ye Yiming couldn't resist sleepiness for the 90th time, he finally gained something, a plump white strip.

"Brother-in-law...Is this enough?" Ye Yiming asked.

The old man looked at him, and the kind eyes of his younger generation seemed to be traveling through the ages. In a trance, Ye Yiming, who was originally watching everything with a bystander, suddenly suddenly became in a trance, and then he could truly feel the wind around him and the fish in his hand struggling hard. Everything is so real, everything that the five senses can accept is so real, and you can no longer tell.

"Don't you like fishing?" the old man asked withdrew his gaze.

Ye Yiming tried to remain silent and continued to look at all this as a bystander.

"Haha...do you really don't like it?" the old man smiled and said, "This fish is enough. Do you want to try my husband's skills?"

Ye Yiming looked at the old man in front of him. He couldn't judge his identity. At the same time, he knew that he would not be able to go back in a short period of time, so he asked: "Do you know my way back?"

"I know...but you can't go back now, so why not go with me, at least there is a place to stay..." The old man put the fish in his backpack, turned around and looked at Ye Yiming's eyes, and said slowly.

Ye Yiming lowered his head and thought for a while, looked up and said, "Okay!"

Although the old man in front of him looked like an ordinary person, how could he be an ordinary person when he saw a man jumping off the cliff safely and invited him to visit his home? What's more, the old man said that he knew his way home, although he couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

The old man led the way, and Ye Yiming followed him step by step. It would be too embarrassing if he had nothing to say along the way. However, what they talked about was all about family matters, just like they were just ordinary people, but Ye Yiming found that this road was the way he left before. After walking a few hundred meters, he was the place where he met the person holding a black umbrella, but he did not see his trace.

He was about to cross the limit he had reached before. Although there was no reason to go, people were curious, had a ruthless rebellion. He was actually a little happy in his heart, but when his feet were raised, he couldn't fall any longer. In fact, the sky had been clear for a long time, but Ye Yiming's eyes were heavy rain again, and a black umbrella suddenly appeared in his eyes. It was so natural, as if he was there.

"You can't go over..." The voice was cold, and even Ye Yiming was wondering whether he was making the sound.

"Um?"

A dissatisfied voice came, and the originally dark rain suddenly receded, the sun was shining, and there was no trace of water on the ground. The black umbrella was put away, and a young and pale face lowered with humility, without saying anything.

"I am quite destined to be with this friend, so I invite him to sit at home..." The old man turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, but Ye Yiming saw the majesty of the superior.

"But...but... this is not in accordance with the rules. He cannot bear to leave the bonds of the lower realm and cannot enter the divine realm..."

There was a strange light in the old man's eyes flashing, "Rules? The rules I set before reincarnation can still bind me?"

The young man had to say something, but suddenly felt something. He turned his ears and then took a silent step back two steps, lowered his hands and stood respectfully, and stopped talking.

The old man did not feel a little happy because of the young man's concession, but the emotions in his eyes finally came to a definition. It was anger, anger that almost made the air burn together. However, it was obvious that the young man in front of him was not the source. The old man glanced in the air, and finally sighed dejectedly and said to Ye Yiming: "Let's go..."

Ye Yiming couldn't see through the old man in front of him, but he thought he couldn't find a secret identity, but when he came to the old man's residence, he was still greatly shocked. A suspended earth appeared in a cloud and mist. The palaces above were connected in pieces, magnificent and majestic, and just looking at them can put a lot of pressure on people.

"There are two people on this hanging island, but the old man lives there..." The old man pointed to a small building near the gate of the huge building complex. In fact, the small building is not shabby, and it even has a unique flavor, but compared to that palace, it is annoying no matter how you look at it.

Is the old man just a janitor? There are two people on the island, and one of them owns the palace? Ye Yiming had many doubts in his heart. He was just a passerby and he didn't look for it too much.

The old man seemed to have no intention of explaining to Ye Yiming. Instead, he cooked the fish seriously, with skillful movements and full of fireworks, making Ye Yiming seem to have returned to his childhood and watching his mother working hard.

The fish tastes good and not amazing, but the taste is worth remembering. Ye Yiming hasn't tasted so real in a long time.

"You should have many questions to ask me, right?" the old man asked, stuffing a mouthful of fish into his mouth.

Ye Yiming looked up at the old man and said seriously: "How much do you want to tell me? I'll listen..."

"How much do you know about the world?"

"I am from a poor family and I know very little about what you are talking about in the mortal world..." Ye Yiming said slowly.

"Where should we start? Start with the God Realm, you can slowly know the rest yourself..." The old man swallowed the fish in his mouth, stopped the chopsticks, sorted out his thoughts and continued: "The God Realm was originally a chaotic but sufficient place of resources. It was no nobler or more advanced power than any other place. It was just that the resources were richer than other places or people were more diligent, so many powerful creatures appeared. As the power grew, the same growth was the same. The possessiveness prompted a group of powerful creatures to fight against each other, trying to comrade this continent. Later, a person called spirit completed this feat, unified this continent, but how could a person easily stop once signs of his life emerge? So they began to expand outward and into unknown places..."

"I finally succeeded, so I have the current divine realm, right? I have heard of a place called the divine realm before. Does it have anything to do with this?" Ye Yiming interjected and asked.

"The Divine Realm may be just your name for an interface that is stronger than you... Success is also considered. In the early stage, they quickly occupied many interfaces and enslaved and exploited the local natives until they reached a chaotic interface. There was no unity like the Divine Realm, and it was not much stronger than us. However, the creatures there were crazy and strange, so the Divine Realm was defeated and defeated... Even if they were not fighting each other, the Divine Realm would have even disappeared in the long river of history. Fortunately, the spirit at that time made a quick decision, quickly abandoned several major realms, and used these seals to block the pursuers..." The old man stopped here and did not continue to talk about the follow-up of the Divine Realm. I think that this is what he wanted to say, or what he could tell Ye Yiming.

Ye Yiming looked at the old man in front of him. Even the ordinary old man who could be seen everywhere could not hide the spirit of being in the forefront in his eyes for a long time.

"What did you mean to that young man before?" Ye Yiming asked.

"Finally, can't help asking? Actually... I'm the spirit!" The old man said slowly, not caring about Ye Yiming's shocked eyes.

Ye Yiming felt a sense of pride in him, but this pride came and went quickly. But in a blink of an eye, the old man became dull and the slaughter on his body thought it could not be gone. Ye Yiming even suspected that he was just dazzled before.

"Or it is said that my previous life was a spirit. After all, there is nothing in my life that can match the previous life except memory." The old man smiled self-deprecatingly.

Ye Yiming listened to the old man's description and suddenly found a disharmonious place, so he asked: "In the past life? After the death of those who practice Taoism, will not all their souls and power be fed back to this world? There is no next life..."

The old man looked at Ye Yiming seriously, and only the corners of his eyes that kept shaking signaled his inner chaotic emotions. Just when Ye Yiming was uneasy about the old man's behavior, the old man suddenly stood up and then knelt down on the ground. Ye Yiming stood up and flashed aside, not daring to accept his bow, and even tried to pull him up but failed to make a move. The old man seemed unfathomable.

"What do you mean?" Ye Yiming was a little frightened.

Even though Ye Yiming had already dodged, the old man still respectfully finished his kneeling and worshiping.
Chapter completed!