how so?

Qin Fei felt shocking in his heart, and he couldn't help but flaunt his wings gently, and then flew lightly.

Another "Qin Fei" was on the grassland, seemingly trapped in an illusion, showing a confused expression.

From time to time, I would look at myself who turned into a butterfly, but it seemed that I didn't find the mystery.

Is it an illusion in front of Qin Fei, or is it an illusion in turning into a butterfly?

Qin Fei felt a headache, just like the paradox of having chickens or eggs first, and there was no answer for thousands of years.

"Well...boy, are you confused, too?"

A very old voice came from my ears.

Qin Fei, who turned into a butterfly, turned his head slightly, but saw another colorful butterfly staying on a white stamen.

"Who are you?"

Qin Fei was a little puzzled. He remembered the voices of the three people, Zhao Xiaotian, the sword-controlling cultivator, and the white-haired young man. The sound of the butterfly beside him was very old and had a deep and calm smell. It seemed that he was definitely not the first day he was trapped here.

"Who am I...hahaha..."

The old voice laughed, with a feeling of helplessness and sadness: "I am just a bad old man who was deceived!"

"You were deceived? Is it a scam to enter the illusion?" Qin Fei's back chilled, feeling that this possibility was not lacking.

People in the God Realm have always been high and even treated monks in the mortal realm as captive watchdogs. When needed, they will release them and bite them. When they are happy, they will give them some rewards and occasionally reward one bone.

However, in terms of status, it is a world of difference.

Perhaps, it is possible to let these people enter the Zhuangzhou illusion with other purpose.

Just as Qin Fei was thinking a little wildly, the beautiful butterfly flew over gently, and the butterfly that Qin Fei transformed into was stuck on a blade of grass. He sighed slightly and said leisurely: "Young man, you have a 'Dao heart', right? Otherwise, you wouldn't become a butterfly!"

"Uh... Senior, I have such a good eye! But was it that I turned into a butterfly, or did the butterfly see myself?" Qin Fei once again raised this painful question.

"I have been thinking about this for billions of years but haven't figured it out. Is it because Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly or Zhuang Zhou? Or, you explain it to me, explain it?" Cang's old voice threw the question back.

"Senior, are you Zhuang Zhou?" Qin Fei's heart was shocked and he couldn't help blurting out.

"Hahahaha... It's been billions of years, you are the first monk to guess the identity of this emperor. You can't blame them for being stupid, mainly because they don't have the "Dao Heart" and have no chance to turn into butterflies to communicate with me!" The old voice was equivalent to admitting in disguise that he was the Chaos Era, the first fantasy emperor Zhuang Zhou.

Although his combat power is not as good as that of the demon emperors like Chiyou and others, he is good at using illusions and mastering the laws of space and time. He is also considered a relatively powerful ancient emperor.

"Well....."

When Qin Fei saw that the other party had admitted his identity, he was shocked and couldn't help but ask in wonder: "Senior, what do you mean by saying that you were cheated? Also, you are an existence of the Chaos Era, right? Why not reincarnate or reshape your body, but stay in your own environment all the time?"

"Because, my dream has not yet woken up. Or, I have not found someone who is willing to continue my dream. The requirements are too high, and they are not in line with it!" Cang Lao sighed and said.

"I don't really understand what senior means!"

Qin Fei became more and more confused when he heard it, but he calmed down. Since he had met the master of the secret realm, he would definitely have a way to let him leave.

"To put it simply, I had a dream. I dreamed that our Emperor of Chaos Era led the ancient monks to enter the divine realm, destroyed their God King, and broke the blockade of us by the gods. Unfortunately, many people did not have the courage and were unwilling to continue to have my dream!" The old voice became deeper and deeper.

"Senior, I understand. You want to find a monk who can inherit your mantle and be determined to kill the gods, right?" Qin Fei instantly understood the meaning of the old voice.

Dreams may be fake, but the ideal of trying to compete with the gods is real.

However, most monks were born in the ancient era, with billions of years apart, so they had no idea what happened in the Chaos Era, and there was no deep hatred for the gods.

Therefore, even if you have the opportunity to meet Zhuang Zhou, you are unwilling to take on this important task.

This is the reason why Zhuang Zhou was disappointed. There are no monks who can provoke the leniency of the gods.

"Hahaha... I am really a young man with a heart of Taoism, and it's clear at all. I have met a monk who is willing to inherit my dream, but only has a little less qualification. If you want to inherit my mantle, you must have a trace of chaotic bloodline, even if you have a little bit of the power of chaotic monks. However, I know this is a luxury. The ancient emperors have all died, so who can get their power?" Cang's old voice laughed a few times, but it felt a bit desolate.

No one can understand that the loneliness that has lived alone for billions of years after all the relatives and friends around you is to stick to the dream in your heart.

"Senior, what if I say, I have obtained the power of the Chaos Emperor? For example, the power of the Chaos First Demon Emperor Chi You!"

Qin Fei smiled slightly, feeling that all this seemed to be tailor-made for him.

"Oh, have you seen Emperor Chiyou?" Cang Lao's voice was shocked.

"Well, thanks to the appreciation, I have obtained all his inheritance." Qin Fei nodded.

"Hahaha, my dream can finally be continued, very good, very good. I am the No. 1 Illusion Emperor of Chaos, and I have mastered the laws of space and time. If you can inherit my mantle, then I can teach you my lifelong unique skills."

The old voice burst into laughter again, but this time it was obviously filled with joy.

"Senior, I am willing to inherit your mantle!"

Qin Fei said sincerely. Although he didn't understand the wonderful uses of the laws of space and time, he didn't suppress his body with more skills, so he learned it first.

"No hurry, young man, I don't know your name yet." said the old voice.

"My younger generation Qin Fei, a very ordinary name." Qin Fei said.

"The name may be ordinary, but your ambitions are certainly not ordinary."

The old voice paused and continued, "Your cultivation is still too weak and I can't bear my spiritual imprint. I will help you break through the Golden Immortal Realm first."

"Thank you senior!"
Chapter completed!