The Lord of Void and Real

Chapter 105: Chapter 104: Insights in Dreams

After completing the creation of the pond, the feather-robed elder had exhausted his last bit of mana. He stumbled toward the center of the pond and sat down cross-legged.

At that moment, Shen Luo felt a jolt in his heart.

He naturally understood that he had seen the spiritual pool in the cave, and the corpse protected under the golden light was probably that of the feather-robed elder.

Shen Luo came to the edge of the pond with a complex expression, seeing the feather-robed elder staring tragically into the void. His face showed a trace of sorrow and anger.

At this moment, the elder suddenly flicked his wrist and a flying dagger shot straight up. After colliding with the top of the cave, the blade turned and fell directly towards his own head.

This was obviously an act of self-destruction before dying of serious injuries!

Shen Luo’s heart tightened. He subconsciously lunged forward, trying to catch the flying dagger. But in the air, his body became light, his divine sense blurred, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that he was back in his room on the Qingchipo in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion.

Bright sunlight shone in from the outside window, and birds chirped near and far. It was early morning.

Shen Luo tried to sit up, but found that he was so weak that he couldn’t move at all. He lay back down, with scenes from the dream constantly appearing in his mind. He was a bit lost.

He felt all over his body and quickly discovered that the Flame Spear and the Ice Spear magical instruments he had obtained in the dream were not on him, including those pills and the Demon Fox’s Inner Dan.

“It seems that things in dreams can’t be brought back to reality,” Shen Luo murmured.

Having said that, he subconsciously operated the Nameless Cultivation Technique, trying to mobilize the mana in his Dantian. But as soon as he tried, he felt a blockage in his meridians, and a dull pain in his chest, almost spitting up a mouthful of blood.

When he tried to operate the Third Level Nameless Technique, the mana available to mobilize in his Dantian was pitifully small.

But when that bit of mana was mobilized and raised along the Ren meridian to reach the Purple Palace acupoint, it was actually blocked there and could not advance at all.

This situation was exactly the same as when he first began to practice the Second Level Nameless Technique.

Shen Luo struggled to sit up and tried again to operate the Nameless Practice to mobilize the mana in his Dantian.

The result was still the same, his mana was really only at the level of First Complete Circle.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“It seems I was dreaming. How can the realms achieved in dreams be brought back to reality?” Shen Luo slapped his forehead and laughed bitterly.

Although he said that, his experiences of breaking through the second and third levels of the Nameless Technique in his dreams were still fresh in his mind. Especially the experiences and insights during practice were vividly imprinted in his mind.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he quickly tore off his shirt and looked carefully at his chest.

But the skin on his chest was as smooth as ever, without any scars. Upon careful inspection, there was nothing unusual.

After a brief thought, Shen Luo understood. The bone fragment and magical instruments, as well as his cultivation realm, were all things from the dream, and would not return to the real world with him.

Suddenly, Shen Luo felt a wave of sleepiness. He was so tired he couldn’t help but fall back asleep.

Almost at the same time.

Far away from the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, in a mountain, a brand-new temple had just been built. A large number of monks and believers gathered on the square in front of the Mahavira Hall, all praying with their hands clasped and eyes closed.

Inside the hall, there was a clay statue six feet tall, still covered with a red cloth. Once the auspicious time arrived, the revered Abbot would uncover it and consecrate the golden body of the Buddha.

Standing in front of a huge brass furnace outside the hall, a fat official in brocade was waiting to be the first to burn incense, his heart filled with excitement.

Inside the mountain gate, a Vajrapani statue, gripping a vajra, glares with wrathful eyes, scrutinizing all evil in the world. Its face to the back, a statue of the Maitreya Buddha holds Buddhist beads, smiling to welcome people and spread positive karma.

Outside the gate, two bamboo ladders have already been set up. Four young monks are laboriously lifting a large placard, preparing to hang it above the gate.

The placard, made from sandalwood, has a red lacquer base with gold-lacquer script. It boldly displays three large characters: “Jia Lan Temple”.

“Dong…”

At this moment, the auspicious time has just arrived, a resonant bell rings from within the temple, echoing towards the distance.

Not far from the temple, two hunters stand in front of a wilderness mountain cave. From an animal trap set up a day earlier, they remove a large fox with a mottled coat that has been pierced by two arrows, blood still dripping from the wounds.

The fox still has a fat field mouse clutched in its mouth, refusing to let go even in death.

The two hunters excitedly discuss the prospect of selling the fox’s skin at the market for some grains, while the meat will be taken back for their children’s meals.

Unknown to them, deep within the cave, a newborn fox with a yellowish coat is sound asleep.

Suddenly, as if hearing the sound of the bell from the temple, the cub slowly opens its innocent eyes. Its fluffy pointed ears also stand upright, lively and alert.

…

The second day, early morning.

After sleeping for one day and one night, Shen Luo regains his energy.

When he goes to the dining hall for breakfast, he runs into Tian Tiesheng. After a brief conversation, Shen Luo realizes something.

Previously, he was engrossed in cultivation in Dreamland for quite some time, but when he returned to reality, it seemed as if only a night had passed. It felt as though he had just had a long dream.

Shen Luo remembers the previous two times he entered the dream, he also fell asleep at night and woke up in the early morning of the second day.

In his mind, he begins to wonder, could it be that no matter how much time he spends in Dreamland, in reality, it amounts to only a single night’s deep sleep?

After breakfast, Shen Luo quickly returns to the Back Mountain Shallow Pond. He closes his eyes and resumes his cultivation of the Second Level Technique.

In his mind, he carefully recalls his cultivation in Dreamland, the details of how Mana flowed within his body start to emerge bit by bit.

It’s only now that Shen Luo understands, at the beginning of his cultivation, he couldn’t open the Purple Palace Acupoint not because he had a lack of Mana, but because he lacked control and wasn’t able to guide his Dantian Power to simultaneously strike the acupoints.

With his hands shaping the magic spell and mentally chanting the mantra, in his Sea of Consciousness, he imagines the Mana within his Dantian as a flock of arrows. With the intention to succeed in one attempt, he impels it to rush upwards with all his might.

Suddenly, it’s as if a relaxing and cool Qi surges rapidly upwards from his Ren meridian, passing his chest’s Yutang Acupoint, shooting directly towards the Purple Palace Acupoint.

After repeating this process several times, a soft “thud” resonates.

“I made it…” A wave of joy fills Shen Luo’s heart. The Purple Palace Acupoint opens wide, taken over by the rushing Mana.

Once this acupoint is opened, his confidence immediately surges significantly.

Even if the realm reached in Dreamland cannot be brought back to reality, the experiences and feelings he had are still there. With these things, wouldn’t the pathways to breaking through subsequent acupoints be smoothly paved!

Shen Luo suppresses his excitement, recites the magic spell again, and continues to channel his Mana to rush upwards towards the Huagai acupoint.