Wang Baole's memory of the journey was a little blurred, as if it was because the dream was so real that he was both familiar and unfamiliar with everything he had now.

So on the way back, after singing the Soul Rabbit many times, Wang Baole looked at the starry sky, unconsciously thought of his own dream again.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be the No. 1 handsome in the Federation, and he also had some confidantes, such as the little white rabbit, Zhao Yameng, Li Wan'er, Li Yi, and Li Xiu...

"No, there is no Li Yi!" Wang Baole thought for a while, and while he was a little confused, he felt that Li Xiu seemed to be a man, but he couldn't remember it clearly, but this made him feel shocked. While he felt incredible, he was also a little scared.

"No, I'm in my dream... no, I, Wang Baole, is not that kind of person!!" Wang Baole was frightened and quickly recalled what happened in his dream. He gradually remembered something, and knew that Li Xiu was just the younger brother of his confidant in his dream, so he really breathed a sigh of relief.

But as the memories emerged in his dream, he felt reluctance in his heart for some reason, for his parents in his dream, his friends and beauty, and the Federation...

"It's just a dream..." Wang Baole sighed softly in his heart. The old man in front of him turned around and looked at Wang Baole and spoke softly.

"Baole, are you still thinking about the Federation in your dream?"

Wang Baole looked up when he heard this, looked at his master, thought for a while and asked.

"Master, why do people dream? This Federation's dream is so real..."

The old man looked at Wang Baole with kindness on his face, raised his hand and touched Wang Baole's head, and spoke gently.

"Baole, as Mingzi, you should know that there are no dreams in this world. The so-called dream... is actually another yourself!"

"Other myself?" Wang Baole was a little confused and was about to ask, but suddenly he found that a finger was dissipating in the master's palm, which made him immediately forget about the dream and exclaimed.

"Master, your fingers..."

The old man looked down at his fingers and smiled slightly. There was no abnormality in his expression. He was even more kind when he looked at Wang Baole.

"It's okay, some injuries in my early years."

Wang Baole asked intently, but the old man had turned around and shook the light oars, causing the lonely boat to go away and gradually cross the starry sky for a long time... appeared in a dazzling star field.

This star field is filled with glowing stars, and the number of these stars is probably more than one million!!

And every star has an illusory gate that is much larger than the stars, standing there. The appearance of these gates is almost the same, full of vicissitudes and simplicity, and magnificent momentum, which is hard to describe its vastness.

In short, looking around, there are endless stars here, and the gate is also endless... At the same time, there are also soul rivers, passing through these gates, running through all the illusory gates, surrounding the star domain.

There were also a large number of monks flying in the starry sky, as if guiding and guarding. After seeing Wang Baole's master, they all respectfully paid respect to each other. From their expressions, they could see that they were extremely respectful of the old man and came from the heart.

It was difficult for the old man to respond to these visits one by one. He just nodded slightly and spoke softly at the same time, as if he was talking to himself and explaining.

"This is the door to rebirth!"

"The Gate of Rebirth..." Wang Baole murmured, his mind trembling, until the boat sailed to the center of this star field, where there was a huge star that was extremely huge, even to some extent, surpassing the solar system!

The moment he saw the stars, Wang Baole was shocked and shattered his mind.

The star is too big and too big. Its inside is colorful and bright and symmetrical. There are also a large number of dead souls scattered from this star. From a distance, the star is like the source of the Styx River. The dead souls it emits gather into a river, spread out, and become tributaries, entering the different gates of rebirth around it!

"This is the responsibility of the Ming Sect, reincarnation!" The old man's voice echoed calmly, and Wang Baole was already shocked by this scene. Until the lonely boat entered the stars as big as the solar system, he saw that there were countless mountains, rivers, and... the palace that could not be seen on the surface of the stars!!

On the distant land, you can see many ferocious beasts that are thousands of feet tall, without any hostility and peace, helping the monks build a... more majestic stone tablet!

This stone tablet is now just a prototype, and it seems to be taller than the sky, extremely spectacular!

And, countless monks of the Underworld Sect kept wandering around this star and in this star field. Wang Baole was obviously unfamiliar with all this, but he instinctively told himself that these were all familiar. The interweaving of these two feelings made his breath a little disordered and he was often confused.

It was all the way to the lonely boat where his master was, and took him to the mountain range with the highest stars. There were crowds of palaces and boundless. Not only were there countless halls and monks on the ground, but even the same was true in the sky. Countless palaces were floating, countless monks were shuttled through, and even giant beasts like Kunpeng were swimming by the sky.

All of this caused Wang Baole's mind to stir up a strong fluctuation, and he didn't even notice that his master was taking him outside a palace and left, until he heard a complaining voice coming from his ear, which made Wang Baole wake up.

"Why are there so many this time? Some are busy. Baole, why are you stunned? It's not that you haven't seen it before. Come and help me!" The person who spoke was a young man. The young man was wearing a black Taoist robe, with some freckles on his face, and his expression was helpless. He looked at the soul river formed by the dense souls extradited by Ming Kunzi in the sky, and sighed.

Wang Baole quickly turned around and saw the youth, a sense of familiarity emerged from his memory. He realized that this was his senior brother, so he hurried over, but he didn't know what he was going to do, so he hesitated and asked.

"Senior brother, what do I do?"

"You won't be lazy again, Baole, this time there are too many souls, and the senior brother is too busy. You can't be lazy no matter what you say today!" The young man grabbed Wang Baole's arm and pulled him into a hall. The hall was half the size of a city. At the same time, there were nine statues erected inside. One of the nine statues was Ming Kunzi!

Obviously, the other eight masters are the same identity as Ming Kunzi... the Great Elder of the Ming Sect!

In the center of these nine statues, there are bronze mirrors as big as one person. There are so many bronze mirrors here that there are countless, at least millions of them. In front of each bronze mirror, there is a monk from the Underworld Sect sitting there, constantly painting in front of the mirror...

At the same time, among these millions of bronze mirrors, there are two bronze mirrors that are extremely conspicuous, not only larger, but also different in color from other bronze mirrors. The others are copper-colored, while these two mirrors are purple, like the main mirror!

As for Wang Baole, he was pulled by his senior brother. After the visits of others, he went to the two main mirrors and said nothing, and he would not let him go.

This made Wang Baole a little overwhelmed. Everything around him was familiar with it, but he really didn't know what he should do, so he scratched his head and couldn't help asking again.

"Senior brother, what do I do?"

The young man with freckles on his face looked at Wang Baole deeply and spoke softly.

"Baole, can't you draw a corpse face..."

"Corpse face!" Wang Baole's body shook and looked at the purple bronze mirror in front of him. He saw a strand of dead soul gradually appeared on the bronze mirror, clasping his fists towards Wang Baole. It had no appearance and no facial features...

"Baole, don't be careless. After these dead souls come here, their appearance will slowly disappear. So you have to follow the guidance of the heavenly way to paint these souls. Whatever you paint it will determine the initial appearance of the next life after it is reborn in the cycle of reincarnation!" The young man said, not paying attention to Wang Baole anymore, but using his finger as a pen to outline the appearance of the dead soul in this bronze mirror.

Wang Baole's breathing was a little rapid. He naturally knew the method of corpse face, but he couldn't remember whether he knew it or learned it in a dream. At this moment, he was a little confused about the memory. Seeing the dead soul waiting, he let go of his thoughts, and when he raised his right hand, he closed his eyes, and the method of corpse face he had learned appeared in his mind.

First draw the corpse eyebrows, eyes, then the nose, then the corpse lips, and finally form...the corpse face!

After a while, Wang Baole's eyes suddenly opened, and his right index finger fell instantly. He was about to draw, but for some reason, it seemed that a will was coming in his mind. In a vague way, he seemed to see a baby girl born in a star, from birth to death, all fate from birth to death...

This is not the previous life of this soul, but his next life!

He couldn't remember his fate after reading it, but his appearance... It eternally appeared in his mind, forming a guide, which made his hand gradually begin to sketch on the dead soul...
Chapter completed!