Yang Yan opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings.

He found himself no longer on the boat, nor in bed.

Instead, he was standing behind a young boy, watching him write.

This boy seemed oblivious to his presence.

Holding a brush, he was intently writing calligraphy at the desk.

"Where am I?" Yang Yan thought.

He looked around again and checked his own body.

His clothes were intact, his hands were unharmed.

"Has the Earth Tribulation ended?"

There was no mud, and he felt no discomfort whatsoever.

"No, even if it has ended, I couldn't possibly be here.

Let alone see an inexplicable young boy in front of me!"

Yang Yan's thoughts raced as he regained clarity.

"Is it because of the Eternal Dream, one of the Three Thousand Daoist Wines?"

He had told Shangguan Yunlian and Zhou Ruxian.

Once they reached the Mountain Town, before disembarking,

they needed to feed him the Dao Wine, the Eternal Dream.

For no other reason!

Simply because Yang Yan believed he might find something in the Mountain Town.

But the opportunity to break away from the Earth Tribulation might not exist in the Mountain Town!

He might not even find anything there.

All these speculations stemmed from his poor condition at the time.

His physique was corroded by the Earth Tribulation, and his soul was spreading as well.

Even drinking the Eternal Dream was made possible by the True Profound Immortal Pupil in his soul,

which forcefully opened his body corroded by the Earth Tribulation so that Shangguan Yunlian and Zhou Ruxian could feed his soul the wine brewed by the Emperor Xianjiu.

In such a crisis, how could Yang Yan pin his hopes on a town where nobody had ever gained anything to unexpectedly offer him a chance to escape the Earth Tribulation?

"Then I might be dreaming!" Yang Yan thought.

The dream was very real, yet he was awake!

A lucid dream!

Everyone had one of these dreams, and Yang Yan had experienced them as well.

And Yang Yan recalled what Xun Li had told him about the effects of drinking the Eternal Dream.

"Eternal Dream!

Once consumed, in sleep,

it allows one to experience the ancient changes and understand the true meaning within the Dao."

Since the legends said so, then after drinking the wine,

if a person is in a dream and not lucid,

how could they remember their experiences in the dream upon waking!

How could they feel the ancient changes and understand the true meaning within the Dao!

"When Emperor Xianjiu dreamt of the Suiyue Wunian Emperor, he thought he had truly met him.

Upon waking, he realized it was a grand dream and thus was inspired.

He brewed this bottle of Eternal Dream.

If Emperor Xianjiu hadn't had a lucid dream, how could he remember this, how could he think he met the Suiyue Wunian Emperor?" Yang Yan thought.

Since it was a lucid dream, Yang Yan turned his gaze towards the boy in front of him.

"To feel the changes of the ancient ages, then this boy now must be the first person I dream of in those ancient ages!" Yang Yan thought.

"Who is he? Which Great Emperor or genius from the ancient ages?"

Just as he was pondering this, a young man walked in from outside.

He stood behind the boy, watching the characters he was writing.

"Not bad, well written!" he praised.

At this moment, the boy immersed in writing was startled and turned his head.

"Dad, you're back!" he exclaimed joyfully upon seeing the young man.

The young man nodded.

"I'm back!"

"Dad, how are my characters? Did I do well?" The boy picked up the paper and asked.

"Very well written, do you want Dad to teach you some sword moves?"

"Dad, I do." The boy blushed and replied.

"Good, let's go practice swordsmanship."

The boy quickly put down the paper and ran out happily.

"Practice swordsmanship? Sword Dao Emperor?" Yang Yan followed them out as well.

Outside the door, the boy was already practicing sword moves with the young man.

But in his eyes, these sword moves lacked any conception or Dao Intent.

"The most basic sword moves, this is Mortal World swordsmanship!

Does this mean the boy has yet to step onto the Cultivation Path?" Yang Yan watched them and commented.

The sword moves were very ordinary, even with a casual display, he was a hundred, a thousand times stronger than these moves.

"Keep watching!"

After about an hour of practice, the boy's father left to attend to other matters.

The boy continued persevering with the sword moves, never stopping.

It wasn't until evening, when a woman in the distance called him for dinner, that he stopped.

"Mother, I'm coming!" The boy put away his sword and ran to the hall.

After finishing his meal, the boy said,

"Mother, I'm going out to play for a while."

"Go on, come back early."

"Okay."

The boy left and went to his companion's house.

"Li Bai..."

His companion saw the boy and smiled, calling out.

At that moment, Yang Yan was taken aback.

"Li Bai? Styled Taibai? Wait a minute!"

He suddenly realized that the boy in front of him wasn't the Sword Dao Emperor, but Li Bai.

Before Yang Yan had controlled the Emperor Corpse, he had been on Earth.

He remembered that in books of that time, a person from the ancient Tang Dynasty was named Li Bai, styled Taibai!

*Is it truly him? It shouldn't be!*

*This isn't Earth, is it someone with the same name?*

Yang Yan remembered seeing someone with the same name from Earth's ancient times on the Human List in Dongzhou.

His name was Ying Zheng!

*It should be someone with the same name, right?*

*And since this wine is brewed by Emperor Xianjiu, how could Li Bai appear?*

Yang Yan smiled wryly!

But within a day, he heard someone mention the current dynasty.

Tang!

He completely ascertained something.

"This boy is truly Li Bai!" Yang Yan was speechless.

Indeed it was Li Taibai!

The entity known as the Poet Immortal by future generations!

Yang Yan had once memorized his poems!

"This is wine brewed by Emperor Xianjiu, why would it make me dream of..."

He pondered and suddenly realized.

"I see!"

Yang Yan understood it clearly!

"If someone from this world drank it, what they dream of

would not be Li Bai, or anyone else.

But rather Sword Dao Emperor, Emperor Shu Wen, or people from their memory.

But I was the one who drank this wine!

So I ended up dreaming of Li Bai!

Because my understanding of this world's past and present is very limited.

One might even say it's extremely scarce!"

He understood it!

He completely understood it.

"After drinking the Eternal Dream, it allows one to experience the ages through sleep.

It's about experiencing the ages within one's own memory, following the dream's progression, and finally perhaps reviewing one's past.

Upon waking, one can understand the true meaning within the Dao.

As for the true meaning within the Dao..."

Yang Yan did not know, but he knew.

*Now was not the time to think about that, but to experience the vicissitudes and changes of the world, just like the dream boy he was seeing.*

"Only by experiencing another person's life, and then looking at one's own life, can one gain enlightenment!"

After understanding the purpose of the Eternal Dream Wine,

his figure completely vanished.

He almost blended with the boy and became one.

He was now Li Bai, and Li Bai was him!

Experiencing Li Bai's years, feeling everything.

"A lucid dream means entering the dream!"

He like Li Taibai, began reciting poetry.

A Heroic Knight, the verses flowed from his soul!

The sound grew louder and reached Qi Ning's ears, and everyone present heard it as well.

Almost everyone had a perplexed expression.

"This guy is about to die, and he's still reciting poetry?" Zhu Ming said in amazement.

He had seen that Qi Ning was about to dissect Yang Yan.

Once he made a move, Yang Yan would undoubtedly die.

"Isn't he afraid of dying? Or is he insane?" The second elder Jin Huang, who was waiting for the right moment, was feeling a bit puzzled as well.

As for the already injured Shangguan Yunlian and Zhou Ruxian, they were even more confused.

"Young Master Yang mentioned that after drinking the wine, he would fall asleep!"

"Is the master reciting poetry in his dream, sleep-talking?"

Qi Ning, upon hearing the verses, paused for a moment, then sneered.

"A good line about killing someone with a single step, not letting go over a thousand miles!

The poem is nice, but you won't have a chance to act on it!"

His hand slipped down, ready to slit open the heart of Yang Yan.

"Who can inscribe below, the White-Headed Profound Classics!"

The Heroic Knight was completely recited.

A plant sprouted from Yang Yan's body, and then his entire body, like mud, began to produce weeds.

It spread across the entire bed, covering the floor, and even the void was filled with layers of weeds.

Forming a patch, a patch after another.

In an instant, it covered the entire ground of the Mountain Town.

"Wen Qi Grass!" Murong noticed the ground full of grass, showing surprise.

This was her purpose for coming to the Mountain Town!

"Grass? What's the use of that!" Qi Ning paid no mind.

His hand was about to descend!

Just as it was about to touch Yang Yan's physique, a crystalline, pure white hand blocked his wrist.

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