Chapter 3031: Dreams and Memories

"Of course." Sun Fuling smiled. He Lingchuan's every move and the environment around him were clear to her through the Divine Bone Necklace. She turned her head to look at He Lingchuan and suddenly asked:

"What dream did you just have?"

He Lingchuan shrugged: "A very boring dream, with no substantive meaning."

"Tell me about it."

"I dreamed of a giant tree, unknown in height, extraordinarily thick."

"A giant tree?" Sun Fuling was a little surprised, "Is it like the Treasure Tree King?"

"A hundred Treasure Tree Kings wouldn't compare." He Lingchuan recalled, "Conservatively, I only saw a section of its trunk, not the whole thing." "Such a big tree?" A hundred Treasure Tree Kings—what kind of scale would that be? Sun Fuling also searched her memory, accurately speaking, she searched Mitian's memory, "Hmm, no! Even in the heavenly realm, it never appeared. Do you remember where it was located?"

"I couldn't see its roots, nor its top, but I remember light shining in from outside the window, the atmosphere there solemn and tranquil, as if eternally ancient and silent."

"Window?" Sun Fuling pressed, "Where did the window come from?"

"A window on the tree?"

"I forgot." He Lingchuan shook his head, "This dream isn't the first time I've had it. Always this headless, tailless fragment." He paused again and then said: "I always feel, could this be related to my past memories?"

Sun Fuling wondered: "Although the dream cocoon remodeled by the Grand Vessel may not have stored your memories in order, it should have collected them quite completely."

"Who knows?"

Some things, He Lingchuan couldn't say even when facing the present Sun Fuling. For example,

His memories before coming to this world… that is, his memories before transmigration, only left with one or two fragments, and very disconnected. Distant, vague, boundless, as if he himself had never truly existed there, merely a cold observer of another human world. Losing this memory, he felt neither regret nor concern, and himself felt nothing at all.

"I can't put it into words, but instead some fresh images flashed through my mind, which I previously had no impression of at all." He Lingchuan tapped his own temples, "I don't know why they would appear in my mind."

"Never mind, hearing it doesn't sound like a big deal." Sun Fuling comforted him, "Anything else?"

"There are also some images, of all kinds of people, all sorts of things. But they are also memory fragments, unable to connect together." He Lingchuan buried his head in her hair, anxiously inhaling a breath of fragrance, "Strangely, I don't even remember seeing these, doing these." "There is a possibility: memories originally buried deep in the sea of consciousness, because of this change, were dug up again, and you came face to face with them once more." Sun Fuling analyzed for him, "Don't worry, those are either things you previously forgot, or things you previously didn't care about. From now on, you just continue not to care."

"What about the other possibility?"

"Memories being sealed." Sun Fuling gave an example, "For some reason, some immortals or demon beasts will divide a strand of their soul or spirit into an avatar, placed in some mortals or cultivators, called 'soul lodging'. During the soul lodging period, the memories originally belonging to the immortal will be sealed, only to be opened when a suitable opportunity arises. Some spirits can even be passed down through bloodlines."

He Lingchuan blurted out: "Wuhuan Old Ancestor?"

"Yes, but he didn't seal his own memories. If some of your memories are also sealed, then after experiencing this life-and-death calamity, especially after the dream cocoon moved your memories, the original seal might have been broken, so you would discover memory images you previously had no impression of." Sun Fuling patted his shoulder, "Of course this possibility is extremely small, so small it can be neglected. Are there any important events in these memory images of yours?" He Lingchuan shook his head: "I don't see any."

From his current perspective, very few things count as "important."

"No need to worry about it." He shrugged, "It's not a big deal."

"By the way, I have something to give you." He Lingchuan also rummaged in his bosom for a while, finally producing a painting scroll.

Sun Fuling opened it and saw, to her surprise, it was her own portrait.

In the painting, she sat at a table by the window, holding a scroll in one hand, leisurely and tranquil.

On the tree branches outside the window, a plump little bird was perched.

With a few strokes, both spirit and form were complete. The person in the painting seemed about to raise her head, the bird in the painting seemed about to sing.

"Ah, who painted this?" The painter must be a master, a few strokes captured Sun Fuzi's spirit and charm.

Whoever sees this painting, their heart instantly calms.

He Lingchuan boasted shamelessly: "Who else?"

She puffed out a laugh: "Nonsense, you can't even paint a chick pecking at grain!"

He Lingchuan's painting skill, Sun Fuzi knows all too well. As soon as he picks up a brush, his wrist is harder than iron. To put it simply, when they lived in Panlong City, even the ten-year-old kids next door painted better than him.

"You look at me like that, huh?" He glanced at her sideways, "Don't you know, after three days apart, one should look with new eyes? You've been away last time, over three days, right?"

Sun Fuling took out another piece of honey-glazed jerky, stuffed it into his mouth: "Impressive, reward you."

Oily-mouthed and smooth-tongued.

He Lingchuan finished eating, then spoke the truth:

"This was sent by Shuangye through someone, saying it's a gift for us."

After saying that, he took out another painting scroll.

Similarly, Shuangye's handiwork, the painting depicts He Lingchuan wearing black armor, commanding a horse, wielding a horizontal blade.

The aura of hegemony and fierce gaze, all wanting to overflow the painting scroll.

"He really is idle, still having time to paint for us." Sun Fuling took He Lingchuan's portrait, unable to put it down.

Self-assertive without anger, the bearing of an emperor.

This carnivore truly is versatile, even when serving as state preceptor in Bekka, he didn't neglect cultivating his emotions.

He Lingchuan then recalled, when he was island master of Yangshan Island, he also received a painting from Shuangye, that painting's warning meaning was very strong.

In the blink of an eye, over twenty years, the painting remains while the person has changed.

But then He Lingchuan looked again at Sun Fuling's portrait, why did Shuangye paint Sun Fuzi instead of the Red General?

Compared to the world-renowned Red General, this aspect of Sun Fuzi is rarely seen by people.

What else did Shuangye's eyes see?

"By the way, he also sent a message along, saying he destroyed a god-altar under construction at Liangzhi Lake in Song State and at Baiwu Mountain in Shan State, respectively." Sun Fuling blinked, "Lingxu Shengzun again came up with something new."

"The altar is engraved with the divine sigils of two great heavenly demons. Moreover, each god-altar has a heavenly god personally supervising the work."

"Is he going to eat gods and eat people? Sending us this message is just incidental." The devourer's gluttony boost time hasn't passed yet, Shuangye is running around everywhere looking for fresh food to enhance himself.