The Book Soul Chronicles: Godslayer

Ye Qingyang fell into a dream once again...

Ye Qingyang looked at the person in his dream, who was sitting in a meditative posture with his back to him.

Ye Qingyang looked around again, feeling puzzled. "Strange, why does this feel so familiar? Is this... is this that dream?"

Ye Qingyang seemed to be able to see through the walls and into the structure and condition of the palace.

A ray of sunlight fell on the dark palace before us, its tightly closed stone doors engraved with auspicious patterns.

The stone gate is flat and without much decoration, yet it still exudes a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

The palace was covered in green vines, and occasionally a branch would fall and shatter. The remaining fragments of leaves drifted slowly on the breeze emanating from the palace, as fragile and helpless as they were.

The palace was shrouded in mist, exuding a cool and aloof atmosphere that inspired awe.

A long corridor paved with black and gold stone slabs spanned the entire palace, with dozens of black-armored guards standing at intervals on both sides, their eyes fixed straight ahead, exuding a solemn and dignified aura.

These guards wore sharp longswords at their waists and held halberds in their hands; the cold aura they exuded made them unapproachable.

Ye Qingyang felt it was amazing, but after a short while, he focused his attention on the figure in front of him.

A surge of excitement welled up inside her. "Is it him? He appeared in my dream again. But what is he doing? It seems like he's...cultivating, is that the right word?"

Ye Qingyang involuntarily moved closer. As he got closer, he could see clearly that the person was surrounded by wisps of pale green gas, which seemed to be coming from a cauldron.

When Ye Qingyang saw the cauldron, his pupils involuntarily dilated. The cauldron looked exactly like the small cauldron he had picked up at the foot of Eagle Cliff a few days ago, except that this cauldron was hundreds of times larger than the one in his hand. No wonder he was so shocked.

Ye Qingyang was stunned for a while before he came to his senses. He saw that the person in front of him had also finished his cultivation and was preparing to get up. Ye Qingyang had many questions in his mind and looked at the person's actions with a complicated expression.

Suddenly the man spoke, "You've come!"

"Does this look familiar? It feels like everything here should belong to you!"

Unsure of what the other party was thinking, Ye Qingyang bowed and said, "This junior does not know what senior means?"

The figure in front of him smiled. Although Ye Qingyang couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he could still feel that the other person was smiling. However, it didn't seem like he was mocking him. Instead, it was like he was talking to an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time, reminiscing about the past. There was a feeling of doting and helplessness in the smile.

Ye Qingyang was puzzled. "Who is this person? He seems so friendly, and I don't feel any sense of wariness towards him at all! Why is that? And he was smiling just now! I couldn't even see his face clearly, so why do I know he was smiling?"

"You're still the same as ever! Always so cautious!"

"But this is in line with your style of doing things, and it's the path you'll take in the future. Keep it up!"

Ye Qingyang's lips twitched. "What the hell? What do you mean 'the same as always'? What do you mean 'keep it up'? Do we know each other? Who is he anyway?"

Although he thought this in his heart, he absolutely could not say it. He composed himself and asked the question.

"Judging from your words, senior, we know each other! And we seem to be quite familiar with each other! But I don't remember ever meeting you before. If I had, I would definitely remember you vividly. May I ask what purpose you have in bringing me here?"

Although it sounded like a question, it was definitely in a tone of certainty that they knew each other.

However, the person in front of him did not rush to answer. Instead, he wanted to tease the boy and asked a question on the least important point.

"Oh! Why is it that you have such a strong impression of me after seeing me?"

Ye Qingyang looked at the person in front of him without any stage fright. Instead, he said generously, "Because of the feeling! Senior's aura is not to be ignored. No matter where I am, as long as I have seen you, I think I will never forget you."

The person in front of him seemed amused and said in a good mood, "So you can actually compliment people! I thought you were just a cute little gourd!"

Then, as if remembering something, he said with a half-smile, "But you'd better not praise me anymore, because those who are praised by you never have a good ending!"

This time it was Ye Qingyang's turn to be speechless. He rarely praised someone and flattered him, so why did this person say such a thing? But he was even more curious about who this person was, as if he knew him very well.

The person in front of him knew what he was thinking. He said, "Of course I understand you! In this world, no one understands you better than me!"

Ye Qingyang's expression froze. Could he have heard his own thoughts?

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