I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

"No need to be polite."

The green-robed immortal raised his hand, his eyes filled with a kind smile.

Looking at this face, Sang Qingshan was actually a little stunned.

Seeing Sang Qingshan in a daze, the immortal frowned and said, "Is there something on my face?"

Sang Qingshan lowered his head and replied respectfully, "No, it's just that the immortal's appearance reminded me of someone."

After hearing this, the Green-Robed Immortal became interested and motioned for Sang Qingshan to explain in detail.

So Sang Qingshan told the whole story of what happened that year like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

"I didn't compare the Immortal Venerable with that person. I just felt that he looked familiar and lost my focus. I hope the Immortal Venerable will not misunderstand me."

Sang Qingshan was afraid that his meaning would be misunderstood, so he quickly lowered his head to explain.

"When the false is made true, the true becomes false. When there is nothing, there is something and there is nothing. Why don't you wake up?"

Sang Qingshan's heart suddenly skipped a beat and he raised his head abruptly.

The green-robed immortal smiled faintly at him, but what he said made Sang Qingshan feel frightened and confused at the same time.

Dream?

true and false?

Sang Qingshan's face was full of questions.

What does the immortal mean by this?

"I know that I have offended the Immortal. I hope that the Immortal will be magnanimous and not blame me."

Sang Qingshan thought that this immortal must be deliberately trying to tease him and that was why he acted like this.

Seeing that Sang Qingshan was still like this, the green-robed immortal just waved his sleeves lightly.

Suddenly, the surrounding clouds dissipated, revealing the surrounding environment.

They were surrounded by thousands and thousands of mirror fragments in all directions, and Sang Qingshan and the other person were right in the center.

Looking around, one could vaguely see human figures moving among the fragments, which made one dizzy.

Sang Qingshan walked closer and took a look, his face changed immediately and he took several steps back.

The scene in the fragment was exactly the scene when he killed Dao Zun.

He didn't believe it and looked away again.

From the moment Sang Qingshan trapped the Taoist Master in the strange formation of heaven and earth until he landed on the Penglai Fairy Island, everything was clearly recorded.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Sang Qingshan was already pale and heartbroken at this moment.

Is it possible that everything I have done is just a dream and not reality?

"impossible--!"

He roared, looking at the green-robed immortal with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

"Since you don't want to take me to the Immortal Palace, just tell me directly. Why do you have to use such means to humiliate me?!"

Even now, Sang Qingshan still doesn't want to believe that everything that has happened over the years was just a dream.

The green-robed immortal said nothing, and finally revealed his true appearance.

Looking at the face in front of him that was both familiar and unfamiliar, Sang Qingshan was filled with disbelief.

Yan Xiu shook his head and said calmly, "I thought you would find out that this was a dream sooner or later, but I didn't expect you to be so addicted to it that you can't extricate yourself."

If this continues, even Yan Xiu won't have to take any action, Sang Qingshan will be completely lost in the dream and will never wake up again.

That's why Yan Xiu manipulated the dream and made Sang Qingshan think that he had been enlightened by the immortals and could ascend to the immortal palace, in order to shatter his beautiful dream.

"Don't try to deceive me. Since you are unwilling to lead me to the Immortal Court, one day I will break the void and let the Lord of the Immortal Court come in person!"

Sang Qingshan regained some composure, said a few words and left without looking back.

Yan Xiu did not stop him, but just pointed out lightly.

Suddenly, the thousands of fragments began to tremble rapidly with a buzzing sound, and then with a "crack", they all shattered.

At the same time, the dream that Yan Xiu created for Sang Qingshan also shattered.

There was a loud roar in the sky, making people feel as if they were falling from the sky.

The earth kept cracking, and the boundless sea water receded, revealing the dry seabed.

Everything around was like ashes, blown away by the wind.

Sang Qingshan just felt dizzy, and the past events flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

"No! Impossible!"

He covered his head and yelled, unable to believe what he was seeing.

There is a dark curtain approaching from the distant horizon. It hangs down from the sky, swallowing everything like a black hole and shattering the dream.

Until finally, a ray of light that was too bright to look at burst out and engulfed everything.

When Sang Qingshan opened his eyes again, he found himself in the residence of Lingxu Palace on the top of a majestic mountain.

He just wanted to get up, but he couldn't muster any strength. After resting for a while, he stood up with difficulty, holding on to the bench.

Sang Qingshan slowly pushed open the door, but the scene outside made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

There are no birds or animals left, waterfalls have stopped flowing, the land is deserted and barren.

The once magnificent complex of buildings was now in ruins, with broken roofs and tiles scattered all over the ground. Broken weapons and flags were scattered across the square, and blackened bloodstains could be vaguely seen among the ruins.

The surrounding courtyards and dojo were not spared either; their wooden doors and windows were burned, leaving only black frames.

The main hall, a symbol of glory, seemed to be split in half by a celestial being holding a sword. On the collapsed ruins, the bells hanging on the broken eaves swayed in the wind, making a desolate sound.

This place is Lingxu Palace after the war.

Sang Qingshan's face was full of trance, and he staggered among the ruins, looking lonely and helpless.

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping in the dream, so much so that he didn't wake up at all even when Lingxu Palace suffered such a disaster and became like this.

He couldn't figure out when he had fallen into the Dao Master's illusion.

Because in his memory, Yan Xiu was clearly controlled by his own dream-entering technique.

But the scene before him was so real that Sang Qingshan felt desperate.

Could it be that what happened was really a dream? He was actually countered by the Taoist Master's dream-entering technique and fell into a dream without knowing it.

He dragged his weak body to the edge of a lake.

This lake is called Lingxu Lake. It is said that it was left behind by the founder of the sect after he ascended to heaven. The lake is said to be a thousand feet deep, and it is said that there is an evil dragon subdued by the founder hidden in it.

Today, Lingxu Lake is overgrown with weeds, and the huge rocks on the lakeside are covered with cracks and moss. Occasionally, a few birds fly by, making shrill calls, breaking the silence.

At this moment, Sang Qingshan suddenly heard some voices coming from a distance, and he walked towards the source of the sound excitedly.

There were three or five young people, both men and women, all dressed as knights. They were surprised when they saw Sang Qingshan.

You have to know that this place has been abandoned for a long time and almost no one comes here.

How could they not be surprised when an old man in his twilight years appeared?

"May I ask, young friend, what year is it tonight?"

Sang Qingshan grabbed the sleeve of one of them and tremblingly said the words that Yan Xiu had said in his dream.

"Old man, it is now the 30th year of Zhenghe."

When the young knight wanted to ask him why he appeared here, Sang Qingshan laughed bitterly and staggered away.

"This old man is really strange. He obviously has no cultivation level at all, yet he actually appears in this remote place."

One of them said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why worry about so much? Although the old site of Lingxu Palace has been dug up many times, maybe we are lucky enough to find a few missed secret books."

With hope in their hearts, several people continued to move towards the ruins.