"After all these years, I actually fell asleep."

The Thirteenth Patriarch showed a helpless smile.

As a monk, I have long forgotten about sleep.

As for dreaming, he has even forgotten this skill.

"It seems that the last time I had a dream was... the last time."

The Thirteenth Patriarch originally wanted to sigh, but suddenly realized that he could not remember the last time he had a dream.

"Oh...dreaming."

The Thirteenth Patriarch sighed.

In reality, there are too many worries.

Now, does he need to dream to relax himself for a short time?

"But, speaking of dreams..."

The Thirteenth Patriarch's eyes became profound.

Back then, when the Dream Spirit clan was still there, the Dream Spirit bloodline had not yet been cursed.

These people, who have a trace of dream spirit blood, are somewhat related to dreams.

If they enter a dream state, they can even physically practice on their own for a short time.

The effect is minimal.

According to everyone who has the bloodline of dream spirits, this is because, in the dream, there is the supreme dream ancestor.

The Thirteenth Ancestor knew that these were all legends, and they were extremely unreliable legends.

Even the dream spirit clan regards this story as a joke, and it is only mentioned when coaxing children.

only……

At this time, the Thirteenth Patriarch couldn't help but think of what his father said to him when he was young.

"Xiaotou, in the dream, the supreme dream ancestor of our family is hidden.

When you encounter an unsolvable problem, don't be afraid or hesitate, pray to Mengzu, and you will gain the courage to move forward."

At that time, he carefully wrote down these words.

Now, he just wants to say.

If Mengzu really exists, why does it only give us the courage to move forward instead of helping us solve problems?

The Thirteenth Patriarch showed a bitter smile.

Suddenly, at this moment, a voice sounded from his heart.

"What...are you longing for?"

The voice was ethereal and extremely majestic, like a god.

"Who are you, where are you? How did you enter my dream!"

The Thirteenth Patriarch frowned.

The forbidden area is absolutely safe and ordinary people cannot enter at will.

If you want to enter the forbidden area and sneak into his dream, you must at least regain the strength of a god.

Returning God is a high-level existence. There is no Returning God in the entire Kunlan world.

If he is a monk who is in the realm of returning to the gods, what is there about him that deserves the attention of the monks who are returning to the gods?

The opponent can be suppressed with just a flip of his hand.

"What...are you longing for?"

The majestic and ethereal voice continued to come.

This voice seemed to have magical properties.

"I……"

"What...are you longing for?"

The sound continues to repeat.

The Thirteenth Patriarch had a deep expression on his face, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "I long to become stronger!

I long to protect my people!

I am eager to pass on the clan to the next generation!"

For the Thirteenth Patriarch, these are his pursuits in this life.

He doesn't want to see the tribe destroyed.

He didn't want the flames of the Qi Ling clan to be cut off.

He roared loudly and impassionedly.

"Believe in me and it will be as you wish!"

"Believe? Who are you?" The Thirteenth Patriarch's eyes flashed with excitement.

If he believes in this word, he will naturally know it.

Those who believe are saints and gods.

"I came from a dream, I was born from a dream... I am the god of dreams!"

"The God of Dreams? Dream Ancestor?"

Are you the legendary Meng Zu?!

impossible!

There is no Mengzu in the world, all this is false.

Are you a member of the Taiqi family, or that clan? What are your intentions?"

The Thirteenth Patriarch was extremely vigilant.

Meng Zu is simply a lie and a legend.

Even the sage asserted that if the truth turns from false to false, Mengzu cannot be true.

"Believe in me and it will be as you wish!"

The voice is still ethereal, majestic and vast.

"Believe in you?" The Thirteenth Patriarch's expression was complicated, changing again and again.

He is a dying man and has nothing to worry about.

The most precious thing about him now is this body. Maybe it can be refined into a spiritual weapon.

He has no power at all and has the leisure to play tricks on him.

Could it be...

"So what if I believe in you?"

"I, Qi Shisan, swear with my Taoist heart, take my God as my master, and believe in my God!"

The voice of the Thirteenth Patriarch fell as he spoke.

Above the sky, the Milky Way hangs upside down.

Thousands of divine lights merged into the body of the Thirteenth Ancestor like a waterfall.

"Give you...the power of recovery."

Divine light washed over him, and the Thirteenth Ancestor's entire body and soul noticed changes.

"Is my injury healed?"

Even in a dream, with his current strength, he can still understand the condition of his body.

He suddenly discovered that, bathed in these rays of divine light, his injuries were completely healed.

Of course he knew how horrific his injuries were.

Even if he found a medical master from the realm of minor gods, his injuries would not be completely healed.

He was exhausted and recovered instantly.

"Are you really... Meng Zu?"

Mengzu, does it really exist?

The thirteenth ancestor was completely stunned.

"Give you...the courage to move forward."

The Milky Way hung upside down, and countless divine lights once again filled the Thirteenth Ancestor's body.
To be continued...