When Shen Yuan just entered this space and time, he subconsciously thought that this was just an illusion.

However, as he communicated with the Water God and Yunmeng Dragon King, and witnessed the scene of the Xuanhuang Realm ten thousand years ago, Shen Yuan began to realize that this place was not as simple as an ordinary illusion.

As for the fact that the power of Yunmeng Dragon Lord brought Shen Yuan back ten thousand years ago, this thought only occurred to Shen Yuan for a moment, and he quickly denied it.

If the Yunmeng Dragon King had the power to transcend ten thousand years of time and space, he would have been able to control the water system of the Xuanhuang Realm and trample the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas under his feet long ago.

How could it have disappeared for thousands of years, causing the waters of Yunmeng Lake to dry up and turn into today's Dongting Lake?

After ruling out these two options, there were not many answers left, but what really made Shen Yuan certain was whether this was Yunmeng Dragon King’s dream or Yunmeng Dragon King’s subsequent performance.

Yunmeng Dragon Lord easily saw through the conspiracy of betrayal by the left and right turtle ministers, the twelve water gods, and the thirty-six angry generals, and sensed all the crises as if he had foreseen them.

Even the appearance of Prince Jidu was completely under the control of Yunmeng Dragon Lord.

The most important point is that after Prince Jidu appeared, he wanted to talk to Yunmeng Dragon King, but was interrupted by Yunmeng Dragon King.

"Don't bother talking about your nonsense anymore. I've heard it too many times."

Yunmeng Longjun acted too familiar with all of this, as if he had experienced such a scenario countless times.

Combining the performance of Yunmeng Dragon King, Shen Yuan thought of the legend of Yunmeng Lake mentioned by the boatman.

"It is said that in ancient times, the Yunmeng Lake had a vast expanse of water, and was often surrounded by clouds and mist, transforming into a fairyland, attracting countless people to the Yunmeng Lake in search of fairyland.

But in fact, the lingering clouds and mist are the result of the dream of Lord Long when he was asleep, so this place is named Yunmeng Lake. "

Among the many true dragons in the dragon clan, there is one kind of dragon that possesses such magical powers, and that is the Mirage Dragon, one of the ancient true dragons.

If Yunmeng Dragon King was a mirage dragon, and the scene before him thousands of years ago was just a dream, and what he experienced was just everything in Yunmeng Dragon King's dream, then everything could be explained.

Shen Yuan revealed the truth about this place, which did not surprise Yunmeng Dragon Lord.

If Shen Yuan couldn't say that this place was his dream, he would instead become suspicious of Shen Yuan's true identity.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, the incomplete Dragon Palace under the feet of Shen Yuan and Long Jun turned into a small boat. The two stood on the boat and floated in the swampland that had experienced a great flood.

There was no fluctuation in the changes of the incomplete Dragon Palace, as if it was modified directly at the essential level of matter, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a small boat. This was already beyond the scope of ordinary magical powers of a cultivator.

Only illusory things can achieve this level.

Yunmeng Dragon Lord's action was equivalent to admitting to Shen Yuan the facts of the dream he had described.

The small boat drifted in this vast ocean-like flood, and all that came into view was muddy yellow.

Within the waters of the great lake, even the mountains and ridges were mostly submerged, leaving only a small strip of land exposed.

Countless garbage and mutilated and swollen corpses were floating on the muddy floodwater after the disaster, and the miserable shape looked like hell on earth.

Under the great power of calling rain, even the gods in the water were lifeless, not to mention the humans who were supposed to live on the ground.

Even though he knew that these scenes were just Yunmeng Dragon Lord's dreams, Shen Yuan couldn't help but frown subconsciously.

"Daozi, what do you think of my action?" Yunmeng Longjun glanced at the purgatory-like scene on earth and asked Shen Yuan.

"Lord Long's actions are against the harmony of nature."

Shen Yuan's voice was indifferent, without any regard for Yunmeng Dragon Lord's face.

"It's against the harmony of nature, hahaha! It's against the harmony of nature!"

Yunmeng Dragon Lord laughed, and his laughter was so wanton and arrogant. The waters that had turned into a marshland were once again stirred up by raging waves, and following the fluctuations of Yunmeng Dragon Lord's emotions, the great power of the Lord of the Waters was revealed.

Only where this small boat is located, the last trace of pure land is retained.

After a while, Yunmeng Dragon Lord stopped laughing and said to Shen Yuan seriously:

"Ten thousand years ago, I had the same idea as you."

The Dragon King seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden from his shoulders and sat casually in the boat.

The dark golden robe he wore was sitting on him, and the noble aura emanating from the depths of his soul was totally out of place in this simple little boat.

Seeing this, Shen Yuan also followed suit and sat down cross-legged. A small table and a pot of boiling tea suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and a faint fragrance wafted out from the teapot.

Like a person who has been lonely for a long time and finally found someone to talk to, Long Jun spoke to Shen Yuan seriously:

"Ten thousand years ago, the Human Emperor severed the connection between the Heaven and Earth and cut off the connection between the Xuanhuang Realm and the Upper Realm.

I don't know why the Human Emperor made such an extreme decision, but this move undoubtedly brought unimaginable disaster to the Xuanhuang Realm.

Among the many disasters, the most serious one is the problem of spiritual energy depletion."

There was a slight pause in his speech, and his words were filled with melancholy.

“The Xuanhuang Realm is too large. Even among the many lower realms, it is the top one. The powerful magic civilization and powerful practitioners all need the supply of spiritual energy.

However, by cutting off its connection with the upper realm, the Xuanhuang Realm lost a huge source of spiritual energy, and the spiritual veins of the mountains and rivers and the natural spiritual pools in the major waters were simply unable to supply the entire Xuanhuang Realm.

It is foreseeable that the spiritual energy will be completely exhausted one day, and even immortals who have lived for a long time will perish in such a disaster."

The tea on the stove had already boiled. Yunmeng Dragon Lord filled Shen Yuan's cup with tea. There was a delicate tea leaf floating on the slightly yellowish tea, just like the boat they were riding on.

Yunmeng Dragon Lord said as he tasted the tea:

"Daozi came from ten thousand years later and personally experienced the exhaustion of spiritual energy. Naturally, he knows what this means better than I do."

“Realizing the crisis of spiritual energy depletion, the immortals and gods of the entire Xuanhuang Realm jointly discussed and decided to cut off the spiritual veins of heaven and earth to allow the spiritual energy to enter a recovery period.

It will be opened once every thousand years thereafter to maintain the balance of the spiritual energy circulation."

"Thousand years?" Shen Yuan, who had remained calm all along, was finally moved.

"Did Lord Long really confirm that the spiritual energy recovery period discussed by those immortals and gods is a thousand years?"

Shen Yuan's question made Yunmeng Longjun look surprised.

"This matter is known to everyone. Could it be that something unexpected happened ten thousand years later?"

Shen Yuan was silent for a long time and said:

“The Human Emperor severed the connection between heaven and earth, and in the following ten thousand years, the Xuanhuang Realm experienced three long periods of spiritual energy depletion.

Each time the spiritual energy was exhausted, it lasted for three thousand years. During this total period of ten thousand years, the Xuanhuang Realm only experienced two periods of cultivation lasting hundreds of years.

Ten thousand years later, the magic civilization has long since withered, and no one can witness the heyday of cultivation ten thousand years ago."