I Might Be A Fake Cultivator Chapter 1794 – Passing Dream

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“Tsk tsk tsk, how lively!”

An Lin looked at the packed stadium and nodded with admiration.

There were over three hundred thousand people gathered here, holding balls of light that were constantly changing color. These things were like glow sticks, but the light was softer and purer.

“Hehe, I wonder how many times Big Sister Dongfang will change her clothes tonight, woof!” Da Bai had transformed into his miniature form and was trotting along behind An Lin.

In order to avoid attracting too much attention, Ne Zha put away his wind flame wheels and donned a crisp, white shirt with light blue jeans. His heavenly red silk scarf was still wrapped around his neck, proving a hint of vibrant color to his outfit and attracting the attention of many women passing by.

However, these women were obviously completely oblivious to the fact that this handsome man was none other than the legendary Ne Zha.

An Lin made his way over to the front row of the concert venue, where all of the VIPs gathered. These front row tickets could not be bought with money alone. Among the people that were in the front row, there were many super celebrities as well as very important figures in the political and business sectors. Of course, there were also some people there that An Lin was very familiar with.

“Hey, Big Boss An Lin, over here!” A fatso with a round stomach waved at him from afar.

“The Savior.” An Lin waved back with a friendly smile.

“Wow, he’s War God An Lin? He’s so handsome!” A few Celestial Maidens discussed spiritedly among themselves at the sight of An Lin.

A woman in a blue and white lolita costume with golden, shoulder-length curls and a golden symbol on her forehead made her way over An Lin before shaking his hand with a faint smile on her face. “Hello, Immortal Ambassador An Lin, I am the Light Particle Bomb Fairy!”

An Lin nodded upon hearing this. “Oh, so you’re the Light Particle Bomb Fairy. Very nice to meet you.”

An Lin was not expecting the Light Particle Bomb Fairy to be a foreigner.

“Yes, very nice to meet you indeed…” The Light Particle Bomb Fairy was shaking right hands with An Lin, but her left hand also snuck out and stroked the back of An Lin’s hand as a faint blush appeared on her face.

An Lin: “???”

Was she hitting on him?

An Lin immediately released the Light Particle Bomb Fairy’s hand. The Light Particle Bomb Fairy was unperturbed and continued to try and get closer to An Lin with a wide grin on her face as her sapphire eyes shimmered with excitement.

An Lin recalled that this was the woman in the group chat who had stuck her spirit tool up a Heavenly Human’s assh*le and was now trying to sell it as she was convinced that it smelled weird. Meeting her in person now, she was indeed a really weird woman.

The Green River Sword Immortal and Crack Shot Clairvoyant also arrived soon. They then extended enthusiastic greetings toward An Lin and Ne Zha.

An Lin was soon conversing freely with everyone.

He listened to the stories of his friends in the past hundred years and felt very welcomed.

Soon, the lights in the concert venue suddenly dimmed.

The Starlight Stadium suddenly descended into darkness.

“Dongfang Xue! Dongfang Xue! Dongfang Xue…”

Over three hundred thousand people chanted the same name at the same time.

Even An Lin’s blood was starting to surge a little upon hearing the unified chanting of such a massive crowd.

An exquisitely beautiful woman in a pristine, white dress descended elegantly from the sky while holding an ornate oil-paper umbrella.

She was like a Celestial Maiden descending under the light of the moon.

Her beautiful, enticing voice sounded, and she transported everyone to a strange, new world with her voice.

An Lin was stunned right when the performance began.

After the song, deathly silence ensued for about a dozen seconds before everyone came to their senses, upon which raucous applause and cheers erupted.

Dongfang Xue waved at her enthusiastic fans before making an announcement.

“I’m very happy today as a friend I have not seen for a long time has suddenly come back. As such, I have prepared a song that I would like to sing to him.”

Everyone instantly became excited upon hearing this.

“A new song! Dongfang Xue finally has a new song!”

“I’m super looking forward to this!”

“I wonder who that friend is.”

“Waah… I’m so jealous!”

“Dongfang Xue! Dongfang Xue! Dongfang Xue…”

The entire venue erupted due to Dongfang Xue’s announcement.

However, Dongfang Xue’s eyes rested on a certain man in the crowd, and a serene smile appeared on her face. “I call this song ‘Passing Dream’.”

The lights dimmed once again.

Everyone fell silent as a result.

A severely ravaged battlefield appeared onstage.

An Lin could see that heaven and earth had changed color. A crimson sun appeared on the horizon, covering the earth in a tragic sheen as sad music began to play.

Dongfang Xue was a student who was extremely fortunate to survive the battle during which her teachers, her fellow students, and her family had all perished. She held a bunch of flowers in her hand and sang on the battlefield that was filled with blood and death.

Her voice was high and exorbitant at first, before falling into a serene lull, as if she were about to fall asleep.

Tinkle, tinkle…

Wind chimes tinkled before gradually transforming into the ringing of the bell indicating recess.

Dongfang Xue was jerked awake to discover that it had all been just a nightmare.

Her voice became more joyful and light.

However, after a period of peace and elation, she reappeared on the battlefield for some reason.

An Lin listened to the song and looked at the transitioning images, completely absorbed by the story that was being told.

He could understand this song.

It was a song about a very pitiable little girl.

One day, she discovered that her dreams were becoming clearer and clearer. No matter what she dreamed of, her recollection of it would become deeper and deeper, as if it had actually happened.

In comparison, her reality became more and more blurred.

She would often wake up the next day and forget what she had done the previous day.

Her dreams and reality seemed to be undergoing a mysterious transition.

Reality was slowly getting away from her. Even though everything was real and everything felt so realistic, it would always become blurry after the event.

Her dreams were slowly forcing themselves upon her. Even though she knew they weren’t real, they were becoming more and more realistic. All of her five senses were becoming more and more realistic and clear during those dreams.

She struggled between reality and her dreams, and gradually, she forgot which one was the reality and which one was a dream…

At the conclusion of the song, Dongfang Xue stood upon a pile of rubble, singing a song of grief and sorrow.

“I had a dream where there was no war, my mother cooked delicious food, and all of my friends and classmates smiled at me. What a beautiful dream. I don’t want to forget, I really don’t want to forget…”

However, that dream finally disappeared from her memories.

Ironically, what she thought to be a wonderful dream was actually her reality.

The world that she was situated in was actually her dream.

A passing dream.

What actually passed was her reality.