My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 43 - 042 Dream Making

The world is vast, so vast that no one has ever fully traversed it. Some say this world is constantly expanding, and this idea has been acknowledged by many scholars and cultivators.

In this world, even those about to ascend have many places they absolutely cannot set foot in.

To the south, there are endless deserts and vast seas, both forbidden lands that could devour deities and destroy demons.

...

The sea is covered in overcast clouds, with flickering flashes of lightning, terrifying indeed.

Yet there is an island here, worthy of being called a place of scenic beauty, with its own small mountains and streams trickling down.

Unfortunately, the ubiquitous spatial rifts and constant explosions make it seem like a purgatory on earth.

A gust of wind lifted the hem of the young lady’s long dress.

Yun Qian had tied a white ribbon resembling rabbit ears on her head, and was sitting atop the mountain peak, beneath thousands of thunderous clouds. She stretched lazily and suddenly changed into a light-colored short dress.

Sometimes, there’s no need to dress so conservatively, because no one but her husband can see.

She looked up at the sky, seeing only the dark heavens gathering storm clouds, with thunder and lightning rolling, comparable to the most terrifying celestial thunder, which appears to strike down demons.

Who is the demon?

"Me?" Yun Qian tilted her head and blinked at the sky.

In an instant, the power of heaven and earth shattered, the power of celestial thunder shattered, the winds dispersed the clouds, and a ray of sunlight illuminated Yun Qian’s black hair and her eyes.

Everything became so peaceful and harmonious.

In the blink of an eye, this place transformed from an earthly purgatory into a picturesque island perfect for a holiday.

Yun Qian shook her head, thinking how the celestial thunder truly lacked substance, always looking ferocious when she wasn’t around, making the place she once lived seem like a prison of lightning.

Yet when she truly arrived, it did nothing at all.

In this aspect, it was somewhat like her husband, always having the desire to do things to her, yet constantly restraining himself.

Never mind.

Yun Qian sat atop the mountain, looking at the exquisite little houses on the island below. She leapt, descending from the cliff.

At the same time, the entire space suddenly disappeared from the world, like a large hollow cut out from a piece of paper.

Even if it’s a dream, it must be the most real.

If she declares this is a dream, then it is a dream, as for whose dream it is...

Let’s say it’s a dream shared by her and her husband.

...

When Xu Chang’an opened his eyes, he felt as if his body had been drained, his spirit was groggy, and the scene before him seemed somewhat distorted.

"This is..."

Xu Chang’an struggled to sit up from the bed, looking at the small house in front of him, with an expression of surprise.

This small bed, this nightstand, and the desk in the distance used for practicing calligraphy...

Isn’t this the small island where he and his wife lived, his old room?

Xu Chang’an immediately felt a strong sense of dissonance, because he had long since moved to the main house to live with Yun Qian, as if this small room had later been converted into a study, but now it’s back to the layout when he lived in it.

Is it... a dream?

Due to cultivation, he hadn’t dreamed for a long time, as from the perspective of cultivation, dreams are perhaps a peculiar state that occurs when the spirit platform is unstable and the sea of consciousness is fluctuating.

Xu Chang’an held his head, temporarily ignoring the distortion and dissonance brought about by everything in front of him.

He should be on Muyu Peak, cultivating, and had already successfully broken through to the Open Source Realm.

However, after the breakthrough, he suddenly felt very tired and fell asleep right away.

"It really is a dream."

By rights, when he realized this was a dream, he should have awakened, but he didn’t.

This had happened before, always around the time of his breakthroughs.

Xu Chang’an believed this might be a protective mechanism brought about by breakthrough, as after the Open Source Realm, a person’s body undergoes a dramatic transformation, evolving both sea of consciousness and elixir field.

He closed his eyes, wanting to force himself to wake up.

Sure enough, with almost no obstacles, the world before his eyes suddenly became ephemeral, entering a state on the verge of collapse at any moment.

"..."

Never mind.

After confirming he could wake up at any time, Xu Chang’an instead felt there was no need to hurry, as he was now on Muyu Peak, very safe.

His body should be undergoing changes, so it would be good to sleep a bit more.

Moreover...

Dreaming of living on the island felt quite novel.

Speaking of which, his dreams were becoming increasingly real. Clearly, before he started cultivating, dreams were always blurry, but after reaching the Qi Cultivation Third Layer, whenever he dreamed, he could tell it was a dream and could control everything within it.

It should be the increased clarity of his spirit platform resulting from cultivation.

"System."

Xu Chang’an suddenly called out, but without controlling the dream.

Unsurprisingly, no one responded.

"...mm."

Once again confirming it was the familiar dream.

Xu Chang’an pondered for a moment, thinking about something.

He might be dreaming of this island not without reason. After all, for the past two days, his family’s Miss Yun had been telling him not to cultivate and to return to the island together.

So, is he dreaming of returning to the island because deep down Yun Qian’s words moved him?

No way.

Xu Chang’an understood his own heart very well, and he truly had no intention of going back.

However, dreams inherently lack much logic, and the only logic... Since it’s on the island, then in his dream, Miss Yun must not be absent.

Xu Chang’an looked out the window, seeing the mountains under the dark night forest, the bright moon hanging high, the distant sea surface undulating, bringing with it a gust of salty wind.

Indeed, it was very real.

At this time, Yun Qian should be resting.

Evening is not so good, let’s make it daytime.

Just as Xu Chang’an thought this, the sky suddenly brightened. The bright moon over the sea was forcibly pushed down, the great sun soared into the sky, and in a twinkling, the world changed from midnight to noon, instantly warming up.

Xu Chang’an was not surprised; as a proud cultivator, if he couldn’t even control his own dreams, he shouldn’t be cultivating, which would be too humiliating.

But the source of dreams is inherently mysterious; if he doesn’t intentionally control them, then he can’t grasp the trajectory of the dreams.

There’s no need to control anything.

The Open Source Realm had consumed a great deal of his mental energy and stamina, and he could vaguely feel his body in the real world gradually recovering, so he could relax a bit more before that completion.

Xu Chang’an got up from the bed, walked to the desk, and looked at the ink on the desk. The characters, although neat, were not very aesthetically pleasing.

Obviously, at this time, he was just beginning to learn writing, meaning that timewise, he should still be a child, Yun Qian’s steward, without having confirmed their relationship.

Dreams truly lack logic.

Never mind.

Let’s go see Miss Yun.

Xu Chang’an was curious about what Yun Qian would be like in his dream—his subconscious dream—without his control.