This dream brought them many gains.
Although only six months had passed in reality, they had spent five years in their dreams.
The dream deceived their minds; the spiritual energy stored in their dantian was enough for five years.
They didn't have time to explore the connection between dreams and reality; they immediately began meditating and absorbing the energy.
Three days later.
After absorbing the spiritual energy, Song Chen successfully advanced from the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, and was only a hair's breadth away from advancing to the Divine Transformation stage.
Zhao Ziyi, who was originally at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage, broke through to the Deity Transformation stage without the burden of spiritual roots.
The thunder of the ninth day of the ninth lunar month arrived in response.
One after another, bolts of lightning were brewing in the thunderclouds.
Zhao Ziyi's heavenly tribulation was much more normal, with a period of time between each lightning strike, allowing cultivators ample time to prepare.
Zhao Ziyi stood tall between heaven and earth, holding the Lingbao Flying Sword.
As the lightning bolts rolled down, they were blocked by Zhao Ziyi's magical flying sword before they even got close.
His magical flying sword can not only absorb heavenly lightning, but can even shatter it when it strikes.
After the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation passed, Zhao Ziyi put down his flying sword and quickly sat down to meditate.
An hour later, golden light emanated from Zhao Ziyi's body.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Song Chen, standing to the side, smiled and cupped his hands in greeting:
"Congratulations, Senior Brother! Congratulations on being the first to enter the Nascent Soul stage."
Zhao Ziyi proudly raised his chin and laughed:
"Junior Brother Song, you must also work hard."
Song Chen curled the corners of his mouth:
"Definitely, definitely. The rest of our dual cultivation will depend on your efforts, Senior Brother."
Zhao Ziyi blushed upon hearing this.
Three days had passed since their last dream.
The two sat cross-legged together, discussing the relationship between their identities in the dream and reality.
This dream seems to encompass the identities, wealth, and status of both of them.
It also incorporates different worldviews and backgrounds.
For example, Zhao Ziyi is a "little brother," but there are no "little brothers" on Earth.
Therefore, the intersex person took over the young man's identity.
Zhao Ziyi and Mu Feng then appeared as intersex individuals.
Zhao Ziyi's humble origins in his dream reflect his real-life background.
Before meeting Song Chen, Zhao Ziyi did indeed live a rather impoverished life.
Zhao Ziyi still remembers the hard days when he was in the Tianyan Small World, when he had to save 1 silver and 20 copper every day.
At the end of the discussion, Song Chen pointed out a problem.
"In our dream, the deaths of Mu Feng and his four companions were not the end of the world's collapse. This shows that Mu Feng is not that important to us anymore. The people behind him are the ones we need to pay attention to."
Zhao Ziyi nodded:
"Dreams represent our subconscious. Even if we are not aware of them, dreams can still reflect our true state."
Their greatest gain from this dream was the improvement in their cultivation level.
Unexpectedly, spending time in dreams, which is essentially a form of virtual time, can actually accumulate real spiritual energy.
After talking for two hours, they made up their minds to make sure they could last longer in the next dream.
But when they actually sat down under the waterfall, the two did not enter a meditative state.
Song Chen turned around, hugged Zhao Ziyi tightly, and said dejectedly:
"What should I do? I'm suddenly afraid this dream is just a nightmare."
Even now, Song Chen still feels lingering fear; he still remembers the frantic thoughts he had before his death.
Zhao Ziyi smiled and comforted him:
"Don't be afraid. In the last world, we even died together, so it wasn't a bad ending."
Having traveled to Earth, Song Chen is now able to communicate in sync with Zhao Ziyi.
He laughed:
"I hope that this time, we can have the best possible happy ending."
After calming themselves down, the two sat up straight again under the waterfall.
Soon, they were meditating again under the waterfall.
**
March 4, 2025 (lunar calendar).
Today I officially became a couple with the little prince. Celebration!
This will be the most important day of my life.
...
March 4, 2026 (lunar calendar).
Today is my one-year anniversary with the Little Prince.
But I had no money and couldn't buy a gift.
Even if I work hard, I can only earn 10,000 yuan a month after graduation.
After paying the rent and utilities, I gave all the money to the Little Prince.
But it still couldn't bring him back to his former life.
The Little Prince once spent over ten thousand yuan on a phone case.
I was too weak to give him a better life.
...
June 8, 2026 (lunar calendar).
A mysterious force descended upon Earth, causing chemical plants around the world to explode.
An unknown radiation event turned 50% of the world's population into zombies.
In the real world, real zombies have appeared.
The news report only told half the story before the signal went dead.
I heard roars and screams coming from downstairs.
Thankfully, yesterday was Saturday, and my little prince and I stayed home.
We are all safe and well, thank you so much!
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After finishing writing in his diary, Song Chen stuffed it into a hidden compartment in the bookshelf.
Turning around, he went back to the bedroom, leaned against the door frame, turned on the light, and asked:
"Little Prince, are you awake?"
Zhao Ziyi opened his sleepy eyes, and because he hadn't slept enough, he started to throw a tantrum.
"Damn it! Song Chen! Why are you waking me up so early! It's only 10 a.m.!"
Zhao Ziyi sat up and angrily threw all the pillows and blankets on the floor.
Song Chen patiently picked up the items, saying, "..."
"Go take a shower while there's still electricity. Today is the end of the world, there are zombies everywhere, and the water and electricity will be cut off soon."
Zhao Ziyi is a clean person, so she definitely couldn't stand not being able to take a bath.
Zhao Ziyi frowned and questioned loudly:
"What do you mean, the end of the world? Song Chen, are you crazy? Are you just making up lies to fool me because you can't make money?"
"The end of the world? These lights are on just fine, how could there be an apocalypse?"
Even if the world ends, you still won't make any money! You're a pauper! Following you, I've only ever suffered!"
Faced with Zhao Ziyi's questioning and insults, Song Chen simply lowered his head expressionlessly and tidied the bedding.
Since the two got together, Zhao Ziyi has cut off contact with her family.
A prince from a noble, high-society family suddenly finds himself living in a rented apartment with orphans.
The difference was too great, and Song Chen couldn't deny that he had indeed let Zhao Ziyi down.
Just then, the lights flickered for a few seconds and then went out with a snap.
The bedroom suddenly became dark.
Song Chen rented a small apartment with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom.
There are no windows in the bedroom, and it becomes pitch black when the lights are off.
"Ahhh!" Zhao Ziyi screamed, then cried out in pain.
"Song Chen! Song Chen! Why are the lights off!"
Song Chen dropped what he was holding, walked to the bedside, and quickly hugged Zhao Ziyi in his arms:
"It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."
"Smack!"
The familiar touch came to Song Chen's face, and his face burned. He had been slapped again.
"Song Chen! Did you turn off the power? You think it's funny to scare me, don't you?"
Song Chen lowered his head, looking at Zhao Ziyi in his arms, without saying a word.
Zhao Ziyi's eyes were filled with tears, and his face was full of terror.
Song Chen belatedly realized that there was a problem.
Why can he see so clearly even in the dark?
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