I was once an immortal emperor, but now I am a sick man. They called my apprentice a loser, but they didn't know that if she took a nap, she would trigger a tidal wave of dreams that could flood the entire sect. That day, I stood up for her even though I was coughing up blood, and everyone laughed at me for not overestimating my capabilities. It wasn't until I cut down the stars with my song "Meng Hua" that they remembered that thousands of years ago, there was a name - Jiuli Immortal Emperor.
I took Ye Liuying as my disciple, originally hoping to use her dreamless Taoist body to heal my wounds. But the tea this girl brews can nourish my remaining soul, and the dreams she dreams can repair my damaged imperial scriptures. I gradually discovered that it was not that she could not dream, but that her dreams were so grand that even I, the former Immortal Emperor, could not fully bear them.
I took her to experience the ancient realm of Remnant Dream, and she actually resonated with the Remnant Image of the ancient dream god. Thousands of inheritances are chasing after her to recognize their master, and ancient heroic spirits beg her to inherit the mantle. I stood in front of her, looking at the phantoms of immortals and demons in the sky, and smiled helplessly: "Don't grab it, get in line. If you want to be my apprentice, you must first ask about the sword in my hand."
