Chapter 154: Tears of Crystal, The Days in Your Dreams

“Weren’t we supposed to sleep together as husband and wife? Why do we still have to sleep separately?” Liu Yi suddenly asked just before going to bed. Though he had lost his memories, the common sense implanted in his mind remained—otherwise, how could he be considered sane?
Qiyue was caught off guard by Liu Yi’s question. Indeed, she had often wondered why, as husband and wife, they couldn’t sleep together. The only reply she got was, “Because you’re not real husband and wife.”
Qiyue forced a smile and pretended not to care. “Where did you get so many questions? Who said husband and wife must sleep together? Go to bed already—you’ve been tired all day.”
Liu Yi smiled. “You’re right. It wasn’t said to be a rule.” With that, he turned and headed to his small room.
Watching Liu Yi’s retreating figure, Qiyue said softly with a smile, “I’m trying to make up for my mistakes. If we really became husband and wife, I’m afraid you’d hate me for life. As it is now, I’m already very satisfied.” Then she turned and went inside.
As usual, Liu Yi took off his coat and placed ‘Sorrowful Dream’ beside him. It had been his habit for three years—since he learned swordsmanship from Qiyue, he couldn’t live without it. It felt like an integral part of his life.
Lying down on the wooden bed, Liu Yi closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. Perhaps he was truly exhausted…
The night was quiet, with only the occasional cries of monsters in the distance. Everything seemed normal. But when everything is too normal, there must be a problem—just like now…
‘Sorrowful Dream’ emitted a red glow, which grew brighter and brighter until it enveloped Liu Yi entirely.
Originally, he could have lived peacefully with Qiyue in this paradise, forgetting worries and sorrow, ignoring the curse of fate. But due to a small accident, a drop of his violent blood, his fate was rewritten.
Liu Yi opened his eyes and found himself floating in a world devoid of its former prosperity, resembling an ancient realm. There was no peace here—only slaughter everywhere…
Floating in the air, Liu Yi looked around. “Where is this? How did I end up here? Where’s Qiyue? Qiyue…” He shouted loudly, but no one answered.
He saw a man in black, one dressed just like him, holding a sword, surrounded by thousands of soldiers. Across from him stood a strong man, flanked by people and monsters of various shapes and sizes, fighting each other, bleeding—while that demonic sword also stained with their blood…
He saw a woman die, her white robes fluttering as she fell. Her face was so clear, so familiar… Who was she? He saw the man in black throw away his sword and chase after her, falling together through the heavens into the mortal world.

The world was changing. In an instant, he found himself on a mountain peak. There was no moonlight, blocked by clouds, but the peak was surrounded by people. All of them had one goal: the man holding that magic sword, who was cradling a woman who had been dead for a long time. He was crying. Liu Yi could feel his heartbroken state and his helplessness…

That magic sword had once been stained with its master’s blood and had also cut through his throat, ending his life. Yet, there was peace in his eyes, for his tragic fate had ended—he had died alongside the woman he loved, no longer having to flee from the pursuit of the whole world.

The world was changing again. In another instant, he found himself above a pavilion in the rain. He was surprised because he saw himself, but his hair was black. He saw himself holding a woman in his arms, her body already cold. Yet he saw himself crying, and his hair had turned white overnight…

He held the woman in his arms—she was Jillier, his love, the one who had always been in his heart. When he married Jillier, he saw July, his “wife,” and plunged that magic sword into her body. At the same time, another sword took his life.

The world was changing. Everything no longer existed, like fleeting clouds that couldn’t stir even a speck of dust. Everything around was darkness, nothing at all. Liu Yi was shocked. The sensations from that brief moment seemed to linger in his memory, but… he had never thought about them before.

Liu Yi suddenly became confused. From the first person onward, he felt such familiarity. Until the end, the three people seemed to be the same person, just at different times, in different roles, experiencing the same events…

Liu Yi suddenly shouted loudly, “Who am I…” His voice was mournful yet powerful, seeming to carry far away. At this moment, he no longer remembered who he was, while those three scenes kept swirling in his mind. Gradually, they merged together, revealing a curse for three lifetimes: Your downfall will plunge you into despair; your love will drift away from you. The suffering of reincarnation and the helplessness of love will prevent you from ever being with the one you love. You will endure eternal pain.

Liu Yi stared at those words floating in the air and shouted, “I know! It’s you… Pangu! You’ll never be able to curse my love. I’ll show you, I’ll make you understand—my beloved will surely return to my side.”

Suddenly, red and yellow lights flashed around Liu Yi. He looked to the left—the red dragon was the Dragon Emperor, and the yellow dragon was… Long Yan. He remembered everything, including the five days of memory that mysteriously disappeared on that island overseas. It seemed all of it had been restored to his mind by those three images and that curse…

Longyan is that fire dragon. It does not belong to any divine beast, nor to Pangu or Nuwa or any other god—it emerged naturally. Originating from the Eight Directions, it formed by absorbing the energies of heaven and earth. Nie Ren originally planned to subdue the Eight Directions Divine Dragon before challenging the divine realm, but in his haste, he only took the Dragon Emperor with him to the divine realm. Upon learning of the reincarnation of the Heavenly Maiden, he resolutely descended from heaven, abandoning “Sorrowful Dream,” that is, the Dragon Emperor. Later, Wei Lingfeng obtained the ninth level of the Dragon Emperor’s demonic skills and the sword techniques of the Demon Sect. The legend of the Eight Directions Divine Dragon never reached his ears. Perhaps… an ending that has not reached its final stage is not really an ending.

Liu Yi looked at the two dragons beside him and said, “Thank you…” The two dragons circled around Liu Yi, and a voice came through: “Since you lost your memories, we have slept ever since. Until one day, we were touched by your fierce blood here, awakening us. All we can do is return to you the seven thousand years of memories we know.”

Liu Yi’s mind became active again, and the twelve-level mental technique reappeared in his memories. Looking at the two circling dragons, Liu Yi suddenly smiled—a bitter smile. With a sigh, he said, “I always thought I was just a naive youth. But after this dream, I realized I am already so old. Seven thousand years have passed. Perhaps, beneath my youthful appearance, just like my white hair, everything has changed drastically.”

Liu Yi calmed his mind. The two dragons transformed into “Sorrowful Dream,” falling into his hands. Looking at the sword in his hand, Liu Yi said, “I will definitely break through to the thirteenth level of ‘Lanelfina Qing.’ If ten years won’t do, then twenty… I will make Pangu pay for his curse. But before that, I must subdue the other six dragons. As long as the Eight Directions Divine Dragon becomes ‘Sorrowful Dream’s’ swordmaster again, no matter how powerful the divine realm has become over these seven thousand years, I will tear it apart.”

Everything happened like this. In the dream of July, she shed a tear, because for these three years, she had been having the same nightmare. She cried out, “Please, don’t leave me.” She knew it was a lie, she knew it wasn’t real. She also knew that the love without memories was all false. Yet she still felt happy, clinging to that lie. She couldn’t pull herself away, couldn’t back down, because the sorrow ahead was like an endless abyss without sunlight. But in that lie, she could smile…

Her tears… were always so cold, because the man she loved could not give her warmth. All she could do was give unreservedly. A fleeting encounter, a lifetime of suffering. True love is hard to break—without resentment or regret…

Would he be by her side? Would she leave him? How would their lives change? I can’t tell. Please stay tuned. Perhaps if you look at Lan Ying and Jillier again, and think carefully about July and Liu Yi, you might understand this missed fate, the suffering across three lifetimes…