Chapter 926: Where the Dream Began (Grand Finale)

Chapter 926: Where the Dream Began (Grand Finale)

The beautiful wish to treat the Four Symbols Sect, including Night Emperor, as a brothel did not succeed, despite the sect members' self-defeating antics.

No matter how much had been broadcast live, Night Nameless's pride could not bear the idea of sharing a bed with everyone, and she slipped away at the first opportunity.

"Eh?" Zhao Changhe reached out a hand, wanting to force her to stay but finding it too awkward. In his hesitation, she was already gone.

With Night Nameless's escape, the Four Symbols Sect members were left in extreme embarrassment. They had originally used the excuse of "helping our Night Emperor compete with Night Nine Serenities for favor" to drag Zhao Changhe here. Now that the main party had fled, who else had the face to take over?

Especially seeing Zhao Changhe standing there with his hand outstretched, looking ridiculous, the intimate atmosphere had turned into a joke. Yue Hongling was the first to flee; after all, who wanted to stay in this broken sect? She had only come to fill a spot in the formation, not to join a brothel.

Xia Chichi, being pregnant, didn't want to mess around and also ran off. The remaining San Niang and Huangfu Qing, holding back laughter, scattered in all directions, leaving only Zhao Changhe standing alone on the Star Observation Platform, his veins twitching.

His hand was still outstretched as if trying to keep someone, but it was inappropriate to keep anyone. In the end, he couldn't disregard their dignity and truly treat them like a brothel.

"Heh..." Night Nine Serenities drifted over and wrapped her arms around his neck: "What's mine is mine. Dragging you away was useless, wasn't it..."

Zhao Changhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Night Nine Serenities whispered in his ear: "They all say you're dissolute, but you've never actually shared a bed with everyone at once. At most, two or three."

Zhao Changhe put on a righteous face: "Am I that kind of person... Do you have an idea?"

"But everyone still needs some face. Given time, it will happen sooner or later." Night Nine Serenities smiled playfully and blew into his ear: "I can give you a hint: whoever cares most about face, deal with them first... then the rest will be much easier."

Zhao Changhe thought to himself, aren't you the one who cares most about face? So you mean to deal with you? But in comparison, Night Nameless cared even more about face... These twin sisters from the other shore were the two hardest to handle.

Come to think of it, he had never been with twin sisters before. That was much more practical than the complete Four Symbols Sect. They were real twin sisters...

Feeling Zhao Changhe's blood begin to race, Night Nine Serenities knew what he was thinking and glared at him in annoyance: "What a lecher. Wasn't using her as a mattress earlier enough?"

"That really doesn't count..." Zhao Changhe was too embarrassed to say more and embraced her as they went to bed: "Let's rest first. You've had a long day today."

"Isn't dual cultivation the best way to rest?" Night Nine Serenities clung to him: "You spent two days with Night Nameless, and now her cultivation has surpassed mine again. I won't accept that..."

Zhao Changhe thought to himself that if you want to compete with her on this, it would be troublesome, unless she gave you the position of Heavenly Dao again.

Of course, there was no need to say that. When his wife was seeking intimacy, why bother with other matters? Zhao Changhe kissed her directly: "Then let your husband give you another push..."

They quickly began kissing, but suddenly Night Nameless's fragrance came from behind: "I say..."

Zhao Changhe's hand was already inside Night Nine Serenities' clothes, her garments half-open in the most alluring state. Disturbed so abruptly, Night Nine Serenities was both angry and anxious: "Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"

Actually, yes.

Originally, she hadn't wanted Night Nine Serenities to continue where she left off, so she had dragged Zhao Changhe away. Now the Four Symbols had scattered, and it had become Night Nine Serenities again. So what was the point of what they had done earlier? It was just a joke. Night Nameless felt that her mission was incomplete and wouldn't be satisfied until she ruined this.

Of course, she wouldn't say that out loud. Instead, she put on a serious face: "I saw the Four Symbols dispersing and thought you weren't doing that anymore. I remembered some cultivation matters related to Nine Serenities that I wanted to discuss... It seems I've come at a bad time again."

"No, you've come at exactly the right time." Zhao Changhe stretched out his arm and pulled her over: "Do you know how long I've been waiting for a line like that?"

Night Nameless hadn't expected him to suddenly act after not stopping her earlier. Caught off guard, she was seized. She struggled hastily: "Zhao! You were acting like a decent person just now, and now you're..."

"Just now, in front of everyone, I had to save you some face. Now it's just your own sisters. It's not like we haven't been stacked before. What's there to fear..."

"Is that so?" Night Nameless glanced sideways at Night Nine Serenities. It was clear that Night Nine Serenities was also fuming at being interrupted, her expression completely different from the mischievous look she had when using her as a mattress before.

A sense of vengeful satisfaction rose in Night Nameless's heart. She stopped struggling and her tone turned seductive: "Brother-in-law... Do you really want to be with me first, in front of my sister?"

Zhao Changhe: "?"

Night Nine Serenities: "..."

Night Nameless kissed him proactively: "If brother-in-law thinks I'm more tempting than my sister, then I'm fine with it..."

Night Nine Serenities was furious: "Night Nameless! Have you no shame?"

Night Nameless glanced at her disdainfully: "Apart from bullying me when I'm weak, what else are you good at? Including stealing men..."

The two sisters tussled together.

Zhao Changhe was pushed aside like an outsider, momentarily dumbfounded.

How did it come to this?

Well, wasn't this good?

Seeing the sisters tearing at each other, Zhao Changhe performed a mountain-crushing move and pressed them both down.

Two very similar faces were squeezed close together, both looking up at him with the same expression—half shy, half affectionate.

It seemed they were both silently asking: Who will you take first? With twin beauties blooming side by side, Zhao Changhe truly didn't know whom to choose first.

...

"Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?"

The next morning, Zhao Changhe emerged holding his waist. Tang Wanzhuang was sitting in the pavilion outside, leisurely sipping tea. Seeing Zhao Changhe's drained look, she smiled.

Zhao Changhe's face even flushed a little. That had been out in the open on the Star Observation Platform. Fortunately, they had the decency to cast an isolation spell, or else the sight of the two sisters embracing inside, their bodies lying horizontally, would have been too lewd to look at.

As for whom he had taken first, that was not for others to know.

Zhao Changhe coughed dryly and walked over to Tang Wanzhuang, fawningly massaging her shoulders as he apologized: "Do you blame me for being dissolute?"

Although it was said that Wanzhuang was the one who indulged him the most without limits, Zhao Changhe always felt that whenever he saw her, he had a guilty feeling like facing a parent. A good minister was needed not only in the state but also at home.

"Now that everything is settled, who wouldn't let loose... Just don't get addicted." Tang Wanzhuang bit her lower lip, not letting him see the resentment in her eyes.

I also want to let loose.

But my persona can't break.

Tang Wanzhuang barely maintained a cold and serious tone as she said: "Dissolute or not, you still need to consider matters of the Three Realms. Chichi and Sisi won't sit on the golden throne forever. They will eventually accompany you to roam the star sea. You need to come up with a plan to settle the follow-up matters."

"Is the Miao territory ready for unification?"

"They've been preparing for years. It's almost mature."

"Then that's fine... As for Chichi, of course, we wait for the child to be born and raise it for a while."

"How long is 'a while'?" Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "I'm afraid of this kind of irresponsible 'a while' or 'a few years' without a definite plan. Even if you set it at sixteen years, we'll arrange it according to that."

"Because how many years isn't just up to me... We won't directly go roaming the universe. We'll stay in one place for a while first. As for how long, it'll probably depend on whether you're willing to leave."

Tang Wanzhuang was startled, then suddenly understood: "Your Zhao Cuo..."

"Yes, and Old Xia's Zhao Cuo. Do you want to see it?"

Tang Wanzhuang's interest was piqued: "Yes."

"Alright, it's time. I'll go talk to Blindy." Zhao Changhe turned to look for Night Nameless, but found that while he was talking to Wanzhuang, the twin sisters had already flashed away and disappeared. Night Nameless was no longer inside...

He spread his divine sense and found her, as expected, running off to talk to Ling Ruoyu in private...

Night Nameless's submission had made Ling Ruoyu the happiest. The little girl no longer had to struggle between choosing her father or mother, and she was overjoyed.

Seeing Night Nameless come to find her early in the morning, she happily leaned into her arms, hugging her neck affectionately: "Mom, take me to play in the myriad realms, okay? There are still many places I want to see."

Night Nameless sensed that the girl also had things hidden in her heart. She had originally loved to roam the jianghu with a sword like Yue Hongling, and it was clear she cherished those days. But her birth was too extraordinary; upon awakening, she stood at the pinnacle of the world, the ultimate nepotism of the Three Realms... The days of riding the wind and waves, testing her sword in the jianghu, had ultimately been fleeting.

Perhaps the Vientiane Star Domain could have let her play, but it was suppressed by her father, and the family was wandering with the Book of Heaven.

But Night Nameless knew the little girl would love the place they were heading to next: "If you've truly seen the myriad realms, you'll know that some places are more fun than a jianghu full of fighting and killing."

Ling Ruoyu's eyes lit up: "Mom means..."

"The place your father longs for... He possesses the world, unifies the Three Realms, suppresses the star domain, yet has no attachment to any of it. Do you really think he just likes to wander? It's because he has a home in his heart." Night Nameless pouted: "Those women outside think I'm so special to him and are always jealous. Special or not, the resentment is the heaviest."

For other women with him, the first time was never like being entered as if by force, hair yanked back, thrust into roughly.

The second time, they’d be sisters clinging together, faces lost entirely.

Ling Ruoyu had no idea what positions her parents used the first or second time, and asked eagerly, “Where is that? Is it the legendary Zhao Village?”

Ye Wuming said leisurely, “Yes. It’s a planet almost devoid of spiritual energy.”

“No spiritual energy at all?” Ling Ruoyu was stunned. “What’s fun about that? Can you fight there?”

“Don’t underestimate it… Your martial world, our path of immortals—both are likely bound to that place by countless threads. I only found it through that faint, mysterious connection back then.” Ye Wuming gazed at the sky, as if savoring a memory. “There are beginnings and ends I still haven’t unraveled… It’s very possible that place is where we were born.”

Ling Ruoyu grew excited: “Then I want to go… At least it’s where Father was born.”

Ye Wuming pinched her nose. “That said, even if there’s no fighting, there are other amusements. I’m afraid at your age, you’d fall headfirst into it and never come out.”

As mother and daughter chatted, Zhao Changhe flew over, smiling before he spoke: “Xia Xia…”

Ye Wuming knew what he was about to say, and without turning her head, asked, “Ready?”

Zhao Changhe laughed. “You said it yourself back then—the way back is to fulfill an obsession. My obsession is to kill that enchantress. Do you think I’ve done it? If not, let’s go inside and do it again?”

Ye Wuming covered Ling Ruoyu’s ears and spat, “In front of the child, what nonsense are you talking!”

Zhao Changhe just kept smiling.

The meaning of “killing the enchantress” was this: when you could accomplish that deed, in whatever sense, you earned the right to return. If you killed her in battle, it meant your strength had surpassed hers, and the spacetime travel she could do, you could too. If you “killed” her in bed, then you were already family, and she would naturally take you back.

Now, both levels had been achieved. Going home was a matter of moments. What Ye Wuming could help with was that Zhao Changhe didn’t need to spend vast energy exploring coordinates—she knew the way by heart.

Zhao Changhe’s smile faded, and he said seriously, “I want… to take you all home with me.”

As their eyes met, it seemed a thousand words and countless images flashed between them.

Under Ling Ruoyu’s darting gaze, Ye Wuming replied softly, “Alright. I’ll go home with you.”

Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked around: “Is everyone ready?”

Laughter came from all sides: “We’ve long wanted to see for ourselves—what kind of place could raise a scoundrel like you.”

Zhao Changhe’s gaze fell on Xia Chichi’s face. Her smile held a trace of anticipation, and also a trace of melancholy.

That place was not only where her husband came from, but also where her father came from… In a sense, it was the ancestral home she had never set foot in.

“Return to the original time?” Ye Wuming asked.

This was a meaning only the two of them understood… Zhao Changhe was silent for a long time, then shook his head. “I miss my parents terribly. It was during the semester back then—skip ahead, straight to summer break. I want to go home.”

“Alright.” Ye Wuming took his hand and closed her eyes.

The next moment, the Heavenly Book streaked across the night sky like a meteor, and the folded dimensions vanished.

…

July’s fire, summer’s blaze.

In the residential buildings of the urban village, a crowd of aunties and uncles were chatting under the big banyan tree.

Students were on vacation, fearless of the sun, gathering in groups on the midday streets to fight over basketballs, sing, dance, and rap.

The aunties watched with smiling eyes, all asking, “Hey, Old Zhao, why hasn’t your Hezi come home for break yet this year?”

Old Zhao looked a little worried. “I don’t know. I’ve been calling his phone, but it’s always off. It’s been a few days since break started, and he hasn’t said a word. That kid never used to be like this…”

Someone said, “Oh, maybe he got tricked into a pyramid scheme…”

“What are you saying? Can’t you wish him well?”

“I’m just offering a possibility. If it’s true, better to be prepared than not…”

“Bullshit! That little rascal’s too sharp to be fooled that easily. I’d say he’s probably dating someone.”

Old Zhao’s expression brightened a little. “His mother and I guessed the same. He’s tall and strong, but he’s never even held a girl’s hand—it’s embarrassing. If he really got tricked, I’d bet it was dying on a woman’s belly.”

“So that solves the case, doesn’t it?” The previous speaker said, “Maybe some enchantress lured him into a pyramid scheme den…”

“Get the hell out of here!” Old Zhao dropped his cigarette, grabbed the speaker by the collar, and raised a fist the size of a vinegar jar, ready to strike.

If the people of the Heavenly Book world had seen this, they would have known that the bandits of Mount Beimang had passed down their legacy.

The auntie shrieked and struggled, “Hitting a woman! Hitting a woman!”

The surrounding uncles and aunties rushed in, frantically trying to break it up: “Calm down, calm down, let’s talk this out…” “Who’s talking about pyramid schemes?” Amid the chaos, Changhe’s mother came bustling back from afar, carrying large and small bags of groceries, and said loudly, “Maybe he’s bringing home a wife tonight! What do you know?”

The auntie retreated into the crowd, still sneering, “With your family’s manners, what decent girl would come home with him? She must be blind.”

Before the words faded, a sound came from the street—a teenager playing basketball had fallen.

The sound was like magic, suddenly silencing the street’s clamor. Only a basketball bounced tonk-tonk-tonk, and no one even picked it up.

The people under the banyan tree turned to look, and saw the subject of their gossip approaching, leading a large group of girls in Hanfu.

All the boys playing ball stared dumbfounded at these women, mouths half-open, drool almost dripping.

“Where did these celestial maidens come from?” someone murmured. “No starlet is this beautiful, this elegant—and so many of them…”

“Is this like heroines stepping out of a book? I feel like I’ve seen something like this…”

Zhao Changhe seemed to hear that and turned to smile. “That’s about right…”

“What book?”

“The Book of Chaos.”

“?”

“Boss Zhao!” a boy called out boldly. “Who are all these…”

Zhao Changhe flashed a bright, sunny grin. “Your sisters-in-law.”

“Thump…” A row of people collapsed on the street, suffering from severe heatstroke.

The women looked around with interest—everything here fascinated them.

Strange clothes, strange roads, strange tall buildings, strange big leather balls.

A world without spiritual energy, yet it had given birth to a civilization so different from theirs.

And that civilization had given birth to their husband.

Zhao Changhe paid no more attention to the boys and strode with his wives toward the banyan tree. The gossiping auntie was backing away step by step, inexplicably trembling with fear.

That indescribable pressure… like being stared down by a tiger, all blood and ferocity.

Some educated elders thought of a phrase: “A dragon’s stride, a tiger’s step.”

How had this kid changed so much in just one semester?

The old couple stood there dumbfounded, also sensing some subtle change in their son… He seemed more mature, as if he had aged two or three years… Well, two or three years might not look that different, but his aura had transformed too drastically, as if weathered by time.

Had he really gone to a pyramid scheme and come back? And what was with all these stunning beauties?

Finally, Zhao Changhe stood before them and said in a low voice, “Mom, Dad, I’m home.”

No one could understand why his voice trembled with those words. It had only been one semester, not his first time away from home. He was a sophomore or junior now… Why was he being so sentimental?

Only the women behind him knew that it had been thirty-three years of hardship.

Ye Wuming lowered her head.

“It’s good you’re back, it’s good you’re back. Remember to charge your phone from now on. Look at you, so careless.”

"Mm... I see."

In truth, he didn't even know where his phone was; he would have to track down that wretched blind woman later and demand answers.

Mother Zhao sharply noticed one girl among the crowd of curiously peering maidens who kept her head lowered, and asked in a low whisper, "Who might this be?"

"Your daughter-in-law... well, she's a writer."

"?" Father Zhao asked, "Then what about these ladies?"

"They are all your daughters-in-law."

The women withdrew their wandering gazes, suppressed their laughter, and offered a polite bow: "Greetings, Father-in-law, Mother-in-law."

The groceries fell from the couple's hands, and the crowd beneath the banyan tree stood dumbfounded.

"This is highly illegal. Bigamy, ever heard of it?" Ling Ruoyu poked her head out from behind Ye Wuming.

Father Zhao's face tensed up: "Don't tell me this child, who looks like a freshman or sophomore at most, is one too?"

"Oh, this one..." Zhao Changhe choked for a moment, then reached out to pull Ling Ruoyu in front of him: "Say hello to Grandpas and Grandmas."

"Wh... What?"

Zhao Changhe pulled Xia Chichi forward: "There's another one in this belly, about two or three months along."

"Old Zhao! Old Zhao!... Quick, someone come! The Zhao couple fainted from sheer joy!"

Cooking at home was out of the question; Mother Zhao had absolutely no idea how to prepare a meal for so many people. The entire family moved out to a hotel, only to find they had to reserve the largest table just to fit such an enormous household.

Throughout dinner, the two elders remained utterly dazed, their eyes darting periodically between Ling Ruoyu's face and Xia Chichi's stomach, unable to comprehend what on earth had happened during this semester...

And though the daughters-in-law were undeniably beautiful, why did they all seem a bit dim-witted? Just look at that hotel chandelier; they had been staring up at it for who knows how long, each looking thoroughly fascinated, as if a mere lamp were some profound spectacle...

"Listen... Changhe, we know our daughters-in-law are all beautiful... but do you realize this is a crime?" Father Zhao asked his son in a low voice.

The subtext implied not just bigamy, but perhaps also a faint suspicion that trafficking mentally disabled individuals was against the law.

Zhao Changhe could only say, "We will move abroad eventually, and we'll bring you both along to live with us. You can also take an early retirement..."

"Do you have the money?"

"Yes..."

The two elders felt as though their son had returned from some criminal enterprise elsewhere. After stifling their words for the longest time, unsure of how to ask, they could only utter, "Which country? Northern Myanmar?"

Zhao Changhe broke into a helpless laugh: "Don't worry, I'll explain everything to you slowly..."

...

Having finally coaxed and fooled his parents into resting at home, Zhao Changhe stepped out in exasperation, dragging Ye Wuming over to the doorway: "Where is my phone?"

Ye Wuming whispered in his ear, "It's still at the divination shop. I leased that place for three years, you know. Why are you so obsessed with that phone? It's long outdated; it even lags when I use it to play games."

Zhao Changhe clenched his fists.

Ye Wuming offered a placating smile: "I'll take you there to get it..."

"Don't even think about leaving us behind." A cluster of heads popped up from behind them: "We want to see the place where your dreams began, too."

In truth, there wasn't much to see there... the shop was so small that the whole group might not even fit inside. Yet at this moment, a sudden feeling stirred within Zhao Changhe's heart, a sense that he truly ought to go and take a look.

Thus, the entire family teleported in an instant, appearing directly inside the divination shop.

The front door of the shop was tightly shut, wearing the dismal air of a failed business that had already gone under. The furnishings remained as they were, though they were coated in a layer of dust, making it evident that no one had stayed there for a long time.

On the table lay a set of clothes, a phone, and a ring of keys.

"Your husband's estate," Ye Wuming introduced.

"..." Zhao Changhe looked around the room: "How long has it been since you last came here?"

"Once I had you, everyone else became meaningless."

"I can praise that as a confession of love?"

Ye Wuming smiled faintly: "You may."

In a thoroughly brightened mood, Zhao Changhe opened the door: "Come, let me take you for a stroll down the student street of the university town... I once described it to Jiuyou, telling her that this is where the mundane vitality of the mortal world thrives most intensely."

The student street during the holiday season was no longer bustling, but a few shops remained open, with students who hadn't gone home for the break wandering about in twos and threes. The surrounding area of the university town often included attached middle schools and vocational schools; many students were locals who frequently drifted into the student street to pass the time.

Compared to the ancient world's "heavy carriage and horse traffic," this rather deserted student street still possessed an abundance of mortal vitality that crossed all thresholds.

A dazzling, dizzying array of foods and commodities fascinated everyone's eyes.

By the roadside, someone was cosplaying, carrying a massive plastic broadsword over his shoulder and a wine gourd slung at his waist.

The group subconsciously stopped in their tracks, blinking their eyes as they watched: "How is it that even here there's someone pretending to be Husband... look at that fragile frame..."

"That's not your husband; that's a character from another game."

"What do you mean by a game character?"

"Well..." Ye Wuming did not know how to answer this. Just as she was racking her brains for an easy-to-understand explanation, a commotion broke out not far away, interrupting her thoughts.

Everyone turned to look, only to see several delinquent youths cornering a young girl at a street corner: "Hey little sister, it's a big holiday and you're out here at an anime expo all by yourself? Got a boyfriend?"

The young girl shrank into the corner, terrified: "I—I have friends with me!"

"So where are they? Did they see us brothers and run away in fear?" The delinquents chuckled: "Let me tell you, little sister, a spineless boyfriend like that is better off discarded. Why don't you get to know us brothers instead—"

Clang! Ling Ruoyu drew her sword.

Zhao Changhe reached out and held her back.

Ling Ruoyu looked up at her father in confusion, and then at her master. Shouldn't these two be the ones who could least tolerate such things? It was one thing to stop her, but why were both of their gazes so strange, as if they were frozen in a trance?

Even more entranced than the two of them were Xia Chichi and Tang Wanzhuang, who were utterly stupefied.

Following their gazes, a young boy with bleached blond hair, clearly several years younger than those delinquents, dashed out from the street corner. He shoved the leading youth aside and stood protectively in front of the girl: "Get lost!"

"Oh, little brother." The delinquent was amused by the audacity: "Have you even graduated from middle school, trying to play the hero saving the beauty?"

The blonde boy's voice was frigid: "Get lost right now. If you keep whining, We... I am not sure if I can control myself."

"Hahaha..." The youths doubled over with laughter: "This little brother is really hu—"

Before the word "morous" could leave his lips, a sharp thud rang out. The blonde boy delivered a vicious uppercut straight into the leader's stomach, launching him into the air as if riding on a cloud, crashing into the wall behind him and knocking him out cold.

The blonde boy took a step forward, and the remaining delinquents took a terrified step back.

This brat's gaze was too terrifying; it felt as though he had truly killed someone before.

"He didn't die?" Zhao Changhe finally asked Ye Wuming.

Ye Wuming replied, "Before he died, I brought his soul back, returning him to the absolute beginning... everything that happened was merely a dream to him. I didn't expect that by relying on the memories within that dream to train himself, he would actually manage to cultivate martial arts in this world completely devoid of spiritual qi... He truly is a remarkable genius."

Xia Chichi remained silent for a long time before whispering, "Thank you. There was really no need for you to expend such effort for this."

Ye Wuming said nothing.

Wasn't it all just to ensure you didn't leave any regrets... So, even back then, I already cared so deeply about what Zhao Changhe and the women around him thought? Zhao Changhe asked Xia Chichi and Tang Wanzhuang in a low voice, "Do you two... want to go and recognize him?"

Tang Wanzhuang shook her head, indicating it was unnecessary.

Xia Chichi gazed into the distance with misty eyes for a very long time, whispering, "He has started acting righteously to help others. That is wonderful... at least it proves that in the place where he lives, he is capable of treating others with sincerity, right?"

"Yes... he is."

"Then let's go. These people aren't even enough to fill his teeth."

"Alright." The group turned and entered a side path. Over there, the little blond seemed to sense something, suddenly turning his head, only catching a glimpse of ancient costume sleeves flickering past the corner.

The little blond punched down the delinquent in front of him, his mind involuntarily wandering: "The quality of cosplay these days is getting better and better. That outfit is exactly the same material as Tang Wanzhuang's Flowing Cloud Water Sleeves. Huh... wasn't that a dream? Why do I remember the material so clearly, as if I've actually seen it..."

"I wonder about the aftermath of that dream... the chaotic world I wrecked, whether that ghostly son-in-law ended it or not..."

In the side path, Zhao Changhe stopped and complained: "Now who the hell is the ghost fire..."

Everyone smiled.

Zhao Changhe gave a bright smile and reached out to embrace: "It's fine... besides having you all, everything remains where the dream began."

In this time of peace under heaven, the scroll of that chaotic era is rolled up, only to be inscribed on the distant shore.

[The End]