Dream Picking Records

Wang Xiao studied it for a long time but could not come up with any result. "By the way, fellow Daoist, why are you guys so cautious up there?"

"You don't know?" The fat monk looked surprised.

"Let's talk about it."

"Because everyone who took action on it was wiped out by a force."

"Without exception?"

"Without exception."

"You can't even curse at me?"

"Swearing... that's fine, but it would be terrible if you couldn't hold back and resorted to violence."

"That's true." Wang Xiao paused. He finally understood why Xia Zhu suggested him to come here. "Fortunately, I am naturally kind to others."

"Hey, what are you mumbling about? Have you figured it out?" The fat brother became impatient.

"Calm down. No one has figured it out for centuries. Do you expect me to have results so quickly?"

"Then you take your time to figure it out. I'll go upstairs first." The fat monk wanted to invite him for tea, but after observing him closely, he found that he was a little unsure.

After the fat monk left, Wang Xiao returned to the grove soon. He looked at the palm prints again, which looked like seals waiting to be opened.

"The road is shared, and we meet by fate."

The last sentence of the inscription on the wall is concise and to the point, which is waiting for the destined person. But where can we find fate?

Xuanshan appears once every hundred years, and only a small part of it reaches this place. It is like two straight lines that will intersect, the distance between them and the time required are unknown.

"Perhaps fate is that familiar feeling I have."

Wang Xiao reached out his hand and gently touched the palm prints. Suddenly, something in his storage space became agitated. His spirits were lifted, and he immediately started to detect.

"It's this!" Wang Xiao was overjoyed, and what reacted was the pair of eyeballs he had snatched from Ming Dao Hu.

"What are you mumbling about?" the fat monk asked, "Any progress?"

"Well, do you want to take a look?"

Wang Xiao raised his hand and was about to hit the tree in front of him.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy? Do you want to die?"

When Fat Brother saw his actions, he stepped forward to stop him, while Xia Zhu stood far away and watched coldly.

Wang Xiao saw that he was a straightforward person, but he didn't expect that he was also kind-hearted.

“Don’t worry, don’t you want to know the secret of Hanging Mountain?”

"I don't want to think about it anymore, I don't want to think about it anymore!" The fat monk waved his hands. Not only him, but everyone else was shocked. No one knew what consequences would be caused by his palm.

Wang Xiao put his right hand into the palm print of the tree trunk. The others were terrified and ready to run away at any time.

"Brother Dao, you can put your hand in, but please don't use too much force!"

"How about you run away too?"

The fat monk smiled awkwardly, "Hehe, that's what I was thinking too. I'm just too close to you and I'm afraid I can't run away."

Wang Xiao secretly took out his eyeball and placed it in the palm print. His eyeball kept shaking, as if something was trying to break away from it.

He knew that it was the projection of the power of time that had reacted. He had tried many times before but to no avail, so today was his chance.

Suddenly, he seemed to be frozen in place, and a fiery red maple leaf followed the small tree and flew into the Hanging Mountain.

The entire Hanging Mountain was in turmoil, and in an instant, it was deserted. Everyone was scared away, leaving only him as the only living person on the mountain.

The fat monk thought to himself that something was wrong, while Xia Zhu smiled triumphantly.

The mountain seemed to be unsealed from the dust, shaking off the dust. The veil inside it was dissolving layer by layer, about to burst out.

The forest as a whole regained its vitality, sprouted green leaves, and began to grow wildly, with rays of light running along the tree trunks straight into the sky.

In contrast, the group of people surrounding outside seemed to be affected by the mountain. They still had vitality but had lost the ability to move and think, just like the grove before, frozen in that moment.

“Sure enough, there’s something good!”

Wang Xiao recognized the familiar feeling, it was the breath of the authority of the Great Dao. It seems that the so-called destined person refers to someone who also has the mark of the authority of the Great Dao.

Therefore, under the resonance of the maple leaf of time, the Hanging Mountain responded to him, and the power contained within was liberated.

The torrent of time surged, and Wang Xiao fell into chaos.

His condition is slightly better than others. Although his actions and thinking are slow, he can see the progress on the bar.

Everywhere I look, there is distortion.

Green trees and white clouds, flying birds and waves, starlight and the earth, etc. rotate and intertwine together.

Only one crisp maple leaf was suspended normally, slowly turning red from the tip of the leaf. He was now certain that the authority of the avenue in the Hanging Mountain was the same as that in his eyeballs, which were all maple leaves of time.

"My life is slipping away..."

Wang Xiao realized that if the maple leaf turned completely red, he might die here. He wanted to hold it, but his palm, which was moving with difficulty, passed through it directly.

"No hints at all."

He was joking but he didn't stop his actions. He was really racing against time.

"time……"

Wang Xiao swung out a palm, unleashing a force that was the same as the surrounding aura. That was the move Fang Tianming taught him, backtracking.

As time passed, the red color at the tip of the leaf faded, and was replaced by green again, and his lost life span was also restored.

“Is this a card loophole?”

He found it funny. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have plenty of time to fight against the maple leaf that represented time.

"Strange, why would space also be affected under the authority of time?"

He shifted his attention from the maple leaves to look at the scenery elsewhere. Because of the space flower, he was particularly sensitive to the changes in space.

Those things between heaven and earth are not an abstract painting, nor are they distorted by disordered light; rather, space has actually changed.

Wang Xiao summoned the mark of the Space Flower and placed it in front of his eyes, immersing himself in it, afraid of missing a single detail. He would occasionally look back and reset the countdown.

He stood there and continued to feel it with his heart. After going back ten, eleven, and a hundred times, he found that the flower of space and the maple leaf of time seemed to have a common charm.

He pushed the Flower of Space towards the Maple Leaf of Time to observe it further. As they approached each other, the surrounding scenes seemed to come alive, with birds flapping their wings and green trees swaying in the wind, except that they were still distorted.

An idea suddenly flashed through Wang Xiao's mind. "Is this what you mean by different paths leading to the same destination?"

Time can affect space, and space can also affect time in turn. They are just different manifestations of Tao. This is the common destination of all Tao.

Wang Xiao's mind suddenly became clear, and then the mark appeared on his forehead. A golden light lit up at the corner of the snowflake, and all the surrounding scenery was absorbed by it.

During this process, his understanding of retrospection, time, and space gradually deepened, and his cultivation level also skyrocketed.

"call!"

After a long while, Wang Xiao took a deep breath. He was able to move freely. After the mark on his forehead disappeared, only he, the maple leaf and the white flower were left. He stretched out his hand again, and the two fell into his palm on their own.