Chapter 354: Chapter 211 Dream Realm Heavenly God
“The Brickyard itself is a dream, the biggest difference between a dream and reality lies in the logic,” Zhou Xuan said.
Gu Ling is the Bone Elder of the Suffering Faction. The environnt in which she trains utilizes the cruelest reality—sacrificing her own pain to constantly accumulate incense under inhuman suffering.
Regarding dreams, Gu Ling’s understanding is not as profound as Zhou Xuan’s.
Linking the three God-level Dream Realm Heavenly Gods—the storyteller deity “Bi Fang,” the Tattooed Alien Ghost “Peng Hou,” and the Alien Ghost “Earth Child.”
Zhou Xuan has already traversed two of the halls where these three God-level beings reside. He is very familiar with dreams.
“Isn’t the biggest difference between a dream and reality about truth and illusion?” Gu Ling asked.
Gu Ling’s thought is similar to most people in Jing Country who have not encountered the power of “dream.”
In their eyes, a “dream” is illusion, to put it bluntly, a dream is a fake thing,
“Reality” is true; everything touched, heard, and seen is real.
“Illusion” and “reality” are synonymous with dream and reality.
“What is illusion, and what is reality?” Zhou Xuan asked Gu Ling back, “Must what you see in Jing Country be true? Must what you see in a dream be false?
In my opinion, who is true and who is false, it’s hard to distinguish.”
Gu Ling listened, and Zhou Xuan’s appearance seed even more elusive, as if there was an invisible fog between her and Zhou Xuan.
“An enlightening realization, indeed, reality is not necessarily the truth.”
Gu Ling recalled a few years ago when the disciples of the Witch Sect had their mories collectively altered,
This incident caused a great commotion in Mingjiang Prefecture at the ti, but the specific details were unknown,
It was only known that this mory alteration was not perfect; for many witches, there were discrepancies in their mories of reality after the alteration.
If mories can be altered, is reality still real to the witches of Mingjiang Prefecture?
If soone fabricated a dream and revealed the truth before the mory alteration to the witches, how could the dream be called illusion?
Could it not beco a reality even more real than reality itself?
The deeper she thought about it, the more Gu Ling admired Zhou Xuan. A rough recollection showed that Zhou Xuan’s conquest of Li Chengfeng, the painter, and herself relied not only on the Zhou Family’s Nuo God, which was proud of having “walked through nine halls,”
“So, the difference between dream and reality lies in logic. A dream wants to confuse people by mimicking reality, that’s the logic of Dream Generation,
while reality is simply reality, it doesn’t need to mimic anyone, it just exists there.
As long as it’s a mimic, there are always flaws.”
Zhou Xuan used his expertise in calligraphy as an example, saying, “Anyone who studies calligraphy and painting, if they want to make progress, must mimic ancient scripts. But no matter how much they mimic, they can never beco the ancient scripts; the flaws are only reduced, but can never disappear.
The sa goes for dreams, which mimic reality but can never beco true reality.
For example, in this brickyard, ox carts couldn’t appear at this ti, nor could brick movers.
There’s dew at night; how could the soil under our feet be so dry?
The brickyard’s dream, the quality of Dream Generation is too low, right, Liu God?”
Zhou Xuan’s words were asked towards the front.
The most likely oddities that could appear by the Dragon-locking Cave tonight were “Liu God” and “Hunger.”
Hunger, being the Divine’s offspring, naturally possesses a Physical Body Dream, and the dreams it generates, as Zhou Xuan has experienced, are of high quality, at least in mimicking reality, such flaws don’t appear.
Since the brickyard’s dream wasn’t generated by “Hunger,” then most likely, it was Liu God.
Hunger hasn’t co, Liu God has arrived.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Clear, crisp sounds of applause echoed in the brickyard.
The brickyard changed its appearance,
On the glass of the gatehouse, there was a layer of blood mist,
Due to evening dew, the yellow soil in the yard felt dense and sticky underfoot,
In the center of the yard, there were no ox carts and no brick workers anymore,
In front of Zhou Xuan, Gu Ling, and Zhao Wuya appeared a young man, slightly hunched over, with a massive tumor on his back.
“Wang Yiweng.” Gu Ling recognized the man’s appearance and said.
Wang Yiweng was a student of Li Chengfeng and an assistant to Old Li during experints. He is now Liu God’s “foot.”
Liu God clapped emphatically and said with amusent: “Recently, there has been quite a little master from Mingjiang Prefecture, who beca the esteed guest of the Si Mansion and then at East Market Street killed the Stela King and Lu Yusheng. Together with the Bone Elder, caught the Temple Lord and the Suffering Scholar,
Now so quickly you’ve found , I both admire and loathe you,
Loathe your clever mind that unveils my plans,
Admire your intelligence and talent; your recent discourse on dream and reality is so compelling it nearly made your follower,
You, surely praised by Mr. Feng, are a storyteller, in your research on dreams, I am not as talented as you.”
“You don’t have to be too humble, my understanding of dreams is nothing remarkable, just guided by good masters and experts.”
Zhou Xuan referred to Yuan Buyu and Monk Zhu Jiu.
Yuan Buyu, the storyteller of seven incense sticks, enlightened Zhou Xuan.
In Qiye Temple’s Forbidden Tower, Monk Zhu Jiu also advised Zhou Xuan about the dream of the physical body.
“Wow, you’re even humble; I like you more and more, Mr. Feng likes you too.”
Liu God ntioned “Mr. Feng” twice, piquing Zhou Xuan’s curiosity.
Zhou Xuan asked, “The Mr. Feng you ntioned—is it Qing Feng, the Second Master of the City God?”
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