NOVPUB"Let’s go," Xu Zimei gave Hao Chen a glance and still was the first to head towards the Space Gate.
The others had no other choice but to follow closely into the Spatial Gate.
After entering the Spatial Gate, Xu Zimei found the space he was in started to split, and he and the other people were transported to different spaces separately.
In probably less than a minute, when his body stabilized, he saw the scene in front of him also become clear.
It was a space that wasn’t very vast, surrounded by blood-colored Spiritual Energy, making it nearly impossible to see anything clearly.
A stone stele still appeared beside him.
"Slaughterous Heart!"
On the stele were two characters, with a line of smaller text written below.
"The Dream of Three Thousand Years, I wish to cut off the Seven Emotions."
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At this moment, as Xu Zimei passed beyond the stele, he saw the boundless blood-colored Spiritual Energy envelop him completely like an ocean.
Xu Zimei felt his mind grow dizzy, which he knew was caused by the red Spiritual Energy.
But this related to the second trial and whether he could encounter Bai Changfeng’s legacy, so he didn’t resist.
After all, with Bai Meng watching over him in the dark, even the rebirth of the God of Slaughter wouldn’t count for much.
As Xu Zimei fell asleep enveloped by this ocean of Spiritual Energy, he only felt as if he had a dream.
Or rather, he experienced countless layers of dreams.
In his dreams, he was a swordsman seeking the Way, with a three-foot green peak, embarking on a journey in the martial world.
Dedicating his life to the sword, he swore to breach a higher realm, reaching the other shore of the Sword Dao.
Unfortunately, due to his stubbornness, he missed the company of his close female confidant who had always been by his side, until the moment his life came to an end.
Gazing upon the sword in his hands, he only then realized he had missed so much in his life.
In his dreams, he was an ordinary man, leading a life free from disaster and grandiosity, just getting married and having children.
He struggled to raise his son and then his life came to an end.
In his dreams, he was a worthless youth, enduring the ridicule and disdain of everyone, during the gloomiest moments of his life.
It was the appearance of a man, who took him as a disciple, taught him martial arts, and the great principles of life, leading him step by step to the summit.
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Xu Zimei experienced countless dreams, all of which were incredibly real.
They often say life is like a play, and it seems that these were not dreams, but real experiences from his life.
Each dream was unforgettable, each one vividly etched into his mind.
After going through countless layers of dreams, at the moment Xu Zimei awoke,
although barely an hour had passed in the outside world, in his dreams, he had already lived The Dream of Three Thousand Years.
When he opened his eyes, there was a sense of the world changing, and people coming and going.
"What a magical experience," Xu Zimei laughed softly.
This Bai Changfeng indeed had some tricks, or perhaps he had put great effort into arranging this Legacy Land.
Suddenly, Xu Zimei felt that in this world, no one was simple, and just the art of dreaming, for the tempering of his own path, was rare.
Even a power like the True Martial Holy Sect didn’t have such Vein Skills.
As Xu Zimei was thinking, suddenly a series of footsteps came from the side.
He looked up to see a woman dressed in red, slowly walking towards him.
"Shuangyan," Xu Zimei called out reflexively.
But he immediately realized that she was only someone he had met in his dream.
In that life, he was a swordsman, and she was his close female confidant.
Although it was a dream, the memories were very real.
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One after another, more people began to appear in this space, each of whom was an important person that he encountered in each different dream.
"Slay them all, and you may pass the second trial," a voice said.
These people were all helpless, like lambs waiting for the slaughter, waiting for Xu Zimei.
In that moment, Xu Zimei suddenly realized why this test was called Killing Empathy.
The Dream of Three Thousand Years, I desire to sever the Seven Emotions.
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Without the Seven Emotions and the Six Desires, not knowing joy, anger, sorrow, thought, grief, fear, or shock, how can one be human?
Yet, if he didn’t slay these people, he couldn’t pass the second trial.
Xu Zimei sat cross-legged, beginning to firm up his own Way of Inquiry, unaffected by any external voices.
This trial was a test of one’s determination in the Dao.
Since everything was just a dream, why couldn’t he detach himself and stand firm in his own Way of Inquiry?
If life is like a dream, with the sound of wind and rain by night, how many flowers fall, one might well ponder.
In my life, the deeds I’ve done, the people I’ve met, cannot be changed, so why still get entangled in them?
The determination in the Dao should push ever forward, wait till the clouds part to see the rising sun, and disperse the fog to see the bright moon.
In that moment, Xu Zimei felt his determination in the Dao had ascended several levels.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw all the people before him, slightly raised his hand, and softly said, "Disperse, all of you."
At that moment, the entire space began to surge, and the figures of all the people vanished.
In the place of the stone stele, another Spatial Gate appeared.
After Xu Zimei stepped out, he found himself in a massive arena.
The arena was vast and boundless, its edges indiscernible, with some curved structures resembling bull’s horns enclosing the arena in their embrace.
There was no one else here, which left Xu Zimei feeling puzzled.
Just then, a Spatial Gate not far away opened, and the figure of a Loose Cultivator walked out from it.
"Ru’er, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have killed you.
But I had no choice!" The Loose Cultivator howled in agony.
"Don’t worry, I’m coming down to join you now."
After speaking, he chose to self-destruct in mid-air.
With a "boom," the explosion echoed, and once again Xu Zimei was left alone in the space.
Before Xu Zimei could react, several more Spatial Gates opened.
Several figures walked out from them, including Hao Chen, the Saint Heir of Vast Immortal Sect, and Luo Shengqing, the Saintess of Long River Immortal Sect.
"Brother Xu, you’re one step ahead of me again," Hao Chen came forward and said with a smile.
Although he was smiling, his complexion did not look good.
"Are you all right?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Brother Xu, have you ever loved someone?" Hao Chen suddenly looked up and asked.
"Did you enter the dream?" Xu Zimei inquired.
"I shouldn’t have come here," Hao Chen remained silent for a while before ultimately nodding and saying.
"After this is over, I will return to my sect to meditate in seclusion. Before I come out, I swear not to leave it."
"I can’t help you with this, I can only tell you one thing, don’t dwell on it, try to accept it.
Accept what has already happened," Xu Zimei advised.
As time passed, more and more people gathered in this arena.
Some chose to commit suicide after coming out, and the mood of most of them was self-evident.
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