# Chapter 2262: A Dream of How Many Years
In the Nine Heavens Celestial Court, the Hall of All Gods stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid, overlooking all living beings, wielding supreme authority.
However, in recent years, the Hall of All Gods had not been at ease. Chu Chunqiu was still in the Ganges River of Time, and his strength had now become extremely terrifying. Not long ago, he had defeated a powerful Heavenly Demon Emperor figure, his combat prowess astonishing. His growth was too terrifying, somewhat shocking. Coupled with the deliberate cultivation by certain forces in the Tai Yao Realm, this further propelled Chu Chunqiu's rapid rise. After the Nine Heavens Assembly, he had stepped into the Great Emperor realm. Now, over ten years had passed, and he had advanced from the Great Emperor realm into the Heavenly Emperor level. This speed of growth put immense pressure on the Hall of All Gods. Could it be that Chu Chunqiu truly was that person?
The gaze of the Hall of All Gods was fixed upon Chu Chunqiu. The people of the Nine Heavens Celestial Court were also watching him. The other powerhouses from the former Nine Heavens Assembly, on the other hand, received far less attention. Especially as time passed, the eyes upon them grew fewer and fewer. Moreover, many of them were no longer in the Nine Heavens Celestial Court.
Of course, the Nine Heavens Celestial Court had so many powerhouses emerging that not everyone was focused solely on Chu Chunqiu. Which of the core figures of the Hall of All Gods was not an exceptional character? They were all constantly growing. And besides the Hall of All Gods, the various major forces, their generations of powerhouses were also climbing toward the peak of martial arts.
Everyone was growing. The powerhouses of the Nine Heavens Celestial Court were like this, and so were those of the Xiao Continent. The people of Holy City Province were the same. The younger generation focused on their peers, while the older generation, besides observing the juniors, also had to contend with the growth of their own contemporaries. Their strength would directly affect the pattern of the various forces.
As for all of this, Lin Feng knew nothing. At this moment, Lin Feng was still in the Purple Xiao Continent, seated cross-legged in a secluded cave dwelling, seemingly in cultivation. By his side, the demon guardians were no longer present. And within his mind, countless scenes were now echoing.
Some scenes showed a figure of Lin Feng, standing atop a mountain peak, watching the sunrise and sunset, living the life of a hermit. Other scenes showed a figure of Lin Feng, riding a horse through the rivers and lakes, playing among the mortal world. Still other scenes showed a figure of Lin Feng, settling down in a small town, going out hunting with the simple townsfolk, and even meeting a girl who liked him. At first, Lin Feng seemed somewhat restrained, but as time passed, his state of mind also changed. He treated it as an independent individual—it was him, yet not him. That figure of Lin Feng married in the small town, staying together with that girl, not letting her down.
And there were countless similar scenes—these were Lin Feng's many external incarnations. The Three Lives Scripture: one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things. Lin Feng could condense countless ordinary external incarnations, even ordinary people. However, because they were his external incarnations, they still had some strength—at least enough to live a normal, ordinary life. Lin Feng wondered whether the Three Lives Great Emperor had also lived countless lives in this world, just like him.
In the cave, Lin Feng's hair gradually grew long, his beard sprouted, and dust slowly accumulated on his body, as if he were about to be buried by the dirt. Yet he was completely unaware, quietly contemplating. Besides the Purple Xiao Continent, he had also condensed soul embryos, trying to find a way to travel to other planes and continents, or to step into small worlds. Additionally, within Lin Feng's own world, there were now many figures of him as well.
Gradually, Lin Feng in the cave felt as if his mind could no longer handle it. He was about to fall into slumber. Those scenes were like dreams, and he himself was beside the dreams, watching them.
One day, Lin Feng arrived at one of his dreams. In this dream, Lin Feng was a waiter in a tavern, greeting guests every day, listening to them talk about interesting tales of the martial world. A faint smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of Lin Feng's lips. This kind of ordinary life was also a wonderful existence.
However, not all dreams were joyful. For instance, Lin Feng arrived at another dream. In this dream, he was a hunter in a small town. He married the most beautiful girl in town, and they lived together in harmony. But one day, the town was attacked by a group of bandits. They swept through the town, killing everyone. Lin Feng seemed to be watching from the void, his eyes filled with rage. He wished his true self could come and slaughter these people cleanly.
Even Lin Feng's sleeping true self was filled with anger. But this anger eventually subsided. A million incarnations, a million lives—could he not still see through it? That was an independent life, all its experiences were its own. Let it all scatter with the wind. Thinking this, he gradually calmed down. In the dreams that followed, he encountered many similar things. Lin Feng became more and more able to control his emotions. This was a change in his state of mind.
Outside, the myriad worlds, infinite scenery. Similarly, Lin Feng's martial soul world had also changed greatly. Gradually, it was approaching the perfection of a small world. Every stretch of void seemed to have its own emotions. The myriad laws of heaven and earth, all kinds of auras, had become more complete. It was as if this world had also gained Lin Feng's insights, becoming increasingly mature, adding a bit more charm. This intangible maturity could not be seen, but it was indeed the growth of the world.
Lin Feng's true self, his sleeping body, had an ancient tree faintly visible. Terrifying law force coiled around Lin Feng's body, unimaginably intense. These laws seemed to be the myriad laws—infinite laws, all condensed and floating beside Lin Feng, as if his body was attuned to all law forces.
But Lin Feng seemed not to feel it. He was still sleeping. In his mind, golden light interwove, radiating thousands of brilliant rays, allowing his divine sense to seemingly communicate with heaven and earth.
Lin Feng dreamed of many things. Besides dreaming of his myriad lives, he also dreamed of his past, the power he had cultivated. He dreamed of the Floating World Seal's attack. It was as if he was practicing the Floating World Seal in his dreams, making it more mature. One attack seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth, possessing unimaginable power.
He dreamed of his martial souls, many martial souls, all seemingly able to return to one. In the end, he dreamed of his strongest martial soul—the brilliant Heavenly Book Martial Soul. Those floating pages of the martial soul were so magnificent.
This dream lasted a long time. Outside, time flowed, but Lin Feng had forgotten the years.
The Nine Heavens Celestial Court, the Xiao Continent—infinite changes.
In the vast Snow Domain, the Snow Clan, a figure of peerless beauty, extraordinary in bearing, stood atop a snow peak. Her beautiful eyes seemed to pierce through past and present, crossing time, gazing through autumn waters, just hoping to see his figure appear in her eyes.
Finally, that figure appeared once more in her beautiful eyes. Those eyes that could captivate the world gradually became moist. Two teardrops slowly slid down from her eyes. Her lips that could topple kingdoms slightly parted, and from them emerged the most beautiful voice in the world: "I am a fox who has cultivated for a thousand years, a thousand years of cultivation, a thousand years of loneliness. In the vast sea of people, who planted the seed of love? Life after life, I will dance for you. When I loved you, you were poor and studying by the cold window. When I left you, you had passed the imperial exams and were in the bridal chamber. Can I dance one more dance for you..."
"Can I dance one more dance for you, can I dance one more dance for you..." The voice was so intoxicating. As she sang, the peerlessly beautiful figure began to dance gracefully, dancing with the falling snowflakes, as if dancing for the figure in her beautiful eyes. Could he see her dance?
Snowflakes scattered and swirled. Her spinning figure stunned the world. Her pure, beautiful song crossed through reincarnation. This dance seemed eternal.
In the distance, beneath a snow-covered tree, a young figure stood quietly. But his fingernails had already dug into his flesh. The corners of his eyes seemed about to shed tears.
Lifting his head, the young man's eyes were slightly red. He took a deep breath and said, "One day, I will make my parents never be separated for eternity. Whoever blocks me, I will let blood dye heaven and earth red—even if it is the Snow Clan!"
This year, the young man was eighteen years old. The twenty-year agreement was about to arrive!
This year, Lin Feng was still dreaming.
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