When a god dreamed, a dance was used as ritual, weaving the fates of all beings.
Those who were outstanding were blessed by the god, and those who were bad would be destroyed with a thought.
This was the sacrificial dance.
As the old man in the twin peaks died from the backlash, all the dancing butterflies produced by this failed ritual dance dissipated with him.
After these dancing butterflies devoured his flesh and blood, they fused into the world and disappeared, allowing all living beings to be clear-headed.
To the living beings of the Unending Mountain Range, waking up… might not be a blessing.
A life that wasn't arranged might bring about even more confusion.
Starting from the city at the foot of the mountain, this confusion was like a storm sweeping everywhere.
In the city, be it mortals or cultivators, they fell silent the moment they woke up.
Some were husband and wife, some were friends, some were relatives, and some were master and disciple. They looked at each other with complicated expressions that replaced confusion. They were unfamiliar and familiar with each other.
What was unfamiliar was that they didn't know each other in the past and were only together due to the roles forced upon them. What was familiar was that this memory didn't disappear, so they were at a loss on what to do.
It was the same for the sect, and the various races. The storm swept through the entire Unending Mountain Range.
Some people chose to leave and never return to this place that gave them the feeling of horror and absurdity.
Most of them were outsiders.
However, in reality, the vast majority of the beings in the Unending Mountain Range had been here since they were born. Their fates had changed when they were infants.
In fact, if they continued to trace back their history, it would be the same for their ancestors.
They were accustomed to life being arranged, accustomed to everything following predetermined paths, and even this habit had become instinctive because they had no knowledge of the truth until they awakened.
From what they knew, the world hadn't changed and life was normal.
It was like being locked in a cage. When the cage was opened one day, they… would still choose to stay in the cage.
Even in their minds, to strengthen their own thoughts, they would generate doubts, questioning whether this so-called awakening from the dream is a deception.
To prove to themselves that they have been awake from the beginning.
This was a type of happiness and also a type of sorrow.
Xu Qing remained silent.
At that moment, with the help of the blue ice coffin where the captain's previous life body was and the power of the scepter inside, his divine sense covered the entire Unending Mountain Range.
This allowed him to clearly sense the thoughts of all living beings.
In the end, Xu Qing and the captain chose to leave.
The captain also sensed all of this and sighed.
"These beings, born here and surviving for generations, even if they awaken from the dream, it doesn't make much of a difference compared to their dream state."
"They will continue to live here. Just like before, there are no changes."
"Little Qing, let's go… Perhaps to them, our appearance is an intrusion."
The captain shook his head and kept his ice coffin before walking toward the sky. After taking a few steps, he stopped and turned to look at Xu Qing.
Xu Qing took a deep breath and retracted his senses, walking toward the captain.
The two of them left silently until they arrived outside the Yin Yang Flower Sect.
Wu Jianwu was there.
At that moment, less than 50% of the Yin Yang Flower Sect survived. The mountain had collapsed and the spirit pool was tainted by the dust. More than half of the sect's disciples had left after waking up.
Only the cultivators who were originally born here sat silently on the shattered mountain rocks, their thoughts in a mess.
As for Wu Jianwu's figure, he stood at the foot of the mountain in a daze. In front of him was Yunxia, who was walking away step by step.
The sunset sky brought with it the feeling of curtain falling, giving off a sense of oppression. Just like his heart at this moment, it was also as complicated as Yunxia's.
Wu Jianwu stared blankly at Yunxia's figure, finding it hard to speak.
After sensing the drastic changes that had happened here, he immediately ran back here and saw the collapse of the mountain, the chaos in the surroundings, and Yunxia.
He recited poems, but the other party didn't seem to understand him. She didn't even glance at him.
This filled Wu Jianwu's heart with bitterness. At that moment, as he stared at the other party's back, he suddenly spoke loudly.
"The sky is dark, the strong wind blows the clouds, and the daylight brings a light rain; I have an umbrella!"
Wu Jianwu's voice spread into the world and landed beside Yunxia's ear. However, Yunxia didn't stop in her tracks or turn her head. Eventually, she disappeared without a trace.
Wu Jianwu was in a daze. He took a few steps back and sat at the side.
Xu Qing and the captain walked over silently. Looking at the dejected expression on Wu Jianwu's face, Xu Qing gave him a flask of wine. He felt that the current Wu Jianwu probably wanted to drink.
Wu Jianwu trembled as he took it. After taking a big gulp, his eyes turned a little red as he mumbled.
"She doesn't understand at all. It's all fake!"
The captain sighed and patted Wu Jianwu's shoulder without saying anything.
A moment later, as Wu Jianwu's emotions recovered a little, the group left. However, Wu Jianwu remained silent the entire way.
On the way, the captain found Ning Yan, who was hiding in a crack in the ground, and picked him up.
Ning Yan was trembling with fear. The scene here earlier made him feel extreme danger. Hence, after seeing Xu Qing and the others, he was also excited. After that, he glared angrily at Wu Jianwu and was about to speak when he discovered that there was something wrong with Wu Jianwu's expression.
Ning Yan was surprised and wanted to ask, but he also knew that it wasn't the right time. Hence, he suppressed this curiosity in his heart.
Just like that, the group left the Unending Mountain Range. As the captain took out the artificial sun, everyone's figures flickered and disappeared into the horizon.
