In the Senren volcanic complex, the harsh winter will also come on time as promised, and the accompanying snowflakes will fall from the sky wantonly.

Surrounded by four white volcanoes, a low ring volcano lies quietly. Perhaps because the last eruption was so violent and ferocious, the volcano remained dormant for more than eight months.

The gloomy sky was covered with snow, and the surface of the mountain was covered with a layer of silver cold clothing, and all around it was white, and there was no life to be seen, let alone living creatures.

At the foot of the mountain is an inconspicuous convex rock, also covered with a thick layer of snow and ice.

In the silence, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred next to the originally empty rock. At first, a faint outline, looming, gradually becoming clear, and finally fixed into the figure of a meditating person.

Bian Yao slowly got up from the snow, stretching his limbs and moving his muscles and bones, while looking around with surprised eyes. The only thing that catches the eye is white, the magma has long since cooled and solidified, and now it is covered with thick snow and ice, although the place has not changed, it still looks a little strange.

Standing still for a moment, Bian Yao recalled that he was about to be swallowed by lava, desperately trying to enter a state of sleep, trying to hide his body, and finally seemed to enter the dream realm smoothly, and fell into a deep sleep in the darkness......

Suddenly, Bian Yao shivered, and the biting chill seemed to permeate his whole body in an instant, he woke up from his semi-confused state, and quickly took out a thick gray robe from the space bag and put it on, in order to protect against the cold air coming from all sides.

Bian Yao looked up at the top of his head, the goose-feathered snow was blowing, the sky was dark and low, and he couldn't make out the direction for a while, and he couldn't tell what time it was. However, with the previous memory, when the weather is fine, we should be able to find a way back.

Because of the magma, the ground is much higher than before, and the cracks caused by the earthquake are horizontal. Bian Yao carefully walked through the mountain road, looking for the valley mouth out of the mountain. He wandered around the road at the foot of the mountain for a long time, finally finding the valley mouth where he had been, and then hurried away.

After more than an hour, the sky began to darken, but the snow was still falling.

Seeing that the twilight is getting thicker, the narrow valley is like a giant snake winding, and the stream in the valley road has been frozen, and the area is covered with crystal white snowflakes, which is easy to slip if you are not careful. Bian Yao didn't plan to travel at night in the snow, so he decided to find a place to shelter from the wind and snow and avoid the cold for the night.

Because he was afraid that the light would attract strange beasts and cause unnecessary trouble, he did not use the luminous stone for lighting, but just took advantage of the faint snow light in the valley to walk slowly in the dark.

When night fell completely, he came to a mountain col, and faintly heard the sound of "rattling" running water. "How can there be the sound of water in this kind of weather?" Isn't it ......" Bian Yao couldn't help but be happy in his heart, and sped up his pace and followed the sound.

After walking for more than ten kilometers, as the sound of the stream gradually became clearer, the ice and snow road under the feet turned into sand, gravel and mud. Bian Yao felt a slight warm breath in the air, as well as a faint and faint mist, he squatted down and reached into the water, touching the warm water.

"That's right! There are a lot of hot springs in this Chiren volcanic group. Bian Yao was secretly happy, which was exactly what he was looking forward to. There is no place to warm up in this kind of weather, and the night is extremely difficult. He got up and walked against the stream, feeling the chill on his body lighten a little.

After walking for about a moment, he came to the source of the hot spring. The oval-shaped pool, more than two feet deep, was only about a zhang in diameter at its length, and there were some smooth rocks piled around it. The warm spring water gushes from the bottom of the pool, and the hot mist surrounds it, which is a delight in the cold winter night.

Bian Yao looked around, then quickly took off his clothes, stepped into the hot spring pool, sat down, only his neck exposed, and rested his head back on a smooth stone.

The snowflakes kept falling, through the mist, falling on Bian Yao's face, and quickly melting, bringing a little bit of coolness. He stared at the snowy night sky with his eyes wide open, his back facing the sky, and his expression of enjoyment was revealed.

The spring water is warm and comfortable, and it is very pleasant to soak in it, and after a stick of incense, Bian Yao began to think about some questions. "I wonder if you have broken through to the late stage of Dreamwalker?"

In my memory, every time I stayed in the dream realm for a long time in the past, after waking up, my cultivation realm would be greatly improved. In fact, when he woke up this time, he also felt some different changes, but because he was in a hurry to leave the ghost place that left him with terrifying memories, he didn't give himself time to think about it at all, let alone confirm anything.

Generally speaking, there are two ways for a dreamer to confirm his realm: the first is the most direct, that is, to judge his cultivation state by looking at the changes in the environment in the dream, and the second method needs to be verified by "hands-on", because each realm and stage of the dreamer will have at least one corresponding ability or move. For example, the "Illusory Illusion" is just a pure illusory attack at the beginning, or a trick to lure the enemy, and it does not have the slightest attack and lethality, but once the Dream Cultivator cultivates to the late stage of the Dream Walker, the Illusory Illusion Shadow used will have a certain degree of lethality, because there will be a certain degree of "materialization" effect. However, the things that are made must be in a fixed form, such as stones, knives, swords, etc.

For Bian Yao now, there is only one way to confirm his true realm, and he decided to give it a try after dawn, after all, there are many inconveniences in this place here and now.

The snow is still falling, fluttering lightly and falling. In the cold night, a breeze suddenly blew in the col, like the whisper of a distant visitor.

Bian Yao lay drowsy in the hot spring pool, suddenly opened his eyes, and although he did not jump up from the pool, he held the Wusha short sword in his hand in an instant.

He heard movement! It was the sound of relaxed footsteps, not hurried or slow, not light. Whether you're walking on the snow or sand, the sound is like a joyful rhythm.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and they are less than three feet away from the hot spring pool.

"You don't have to be nervous! someone is harmless to you. The abrupt words sounded between the ups and downs of the footsteps, just right to stagger with the footsteps, and did not disturb the rhythm of the footsteps.

The voice of the person who came was extremely beautiful! This surprised Bian Yao very much! It was clearly a man's voice, but the feeling in his ears was extremely beautiful! It was extremely charming! In his mind, it was impossible for a man's voice to make such a natural sound.

With a "sand" sound, the visitor stopped. Bian Yao stared at the man as he slowly lowered his right hand and hid the Wusha Sword in the water.

The night was thick, mixed with falling snow and a diffuse mist, Bian Yao couldn't see the clothes and appearance of the visitor clearly, and could only judge that it was a middle-aged man based on Fang Cai's voice and vague appearance.

"It's cold!" Covered with cold snow and bathing in hot springs, it's really a special taste!" said the man with a smile, and the laughter was also very good! Without seeing him undress, he walked directly into the pool, sat down peacefully on the opposite side of the river, which was only half a foot away from the edge, and submerged most of his body in the hot spring.

Bian Yao didn't say a word, staring at the man deadly, not daring to be careless. Even if the other party said something like that, he didn't let his guard down!

"What a strange dream!" the man sighed softly and looked at Bian Yao, his voice a little unusual.

"What did you say?" Bian Yao's heart was shocked! The right hand hidden under the surface of the water suddenly clenched, ready to swing the sword at any time. The old ghost once said that he couldn't detect his dreams, and that didn't mean that others couldn't detect it either. If someone else discovers the strangeness of their dreams, their lives may be in danger!

"Hehe" The man smiled lightly, and did not answer his words, but asked rhetorically, "Don't you think it's strange?"

Hearing the strange man's question, Bian Yao's heart couldn't help but shake! To be honest, he was really very curious about his dark dream! He also wanted to figure it out! But even the powerful old ghost couldn't give an answer, so how could he find the answer? So as time passed, he became accustomed to it, and that curiosity gradually sank into the depths. Now that such a stranger suddenly appeared, the other party's words reawakened his long-hidden curiosity! However, he was not sure whether the other party was referring to his own dream.

Bian Yao's mind turned, and he made up his mind to learn some truth about his strange dream from the other party's mouth, so he asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

"Put away your sword, you can't kill me, and I can't kill you, let alone hurt you! I'm not a dream cultivator, nor any other cultivator, just a musician, a spectator in this world. The man's voice was always full of laughter, reminiscent of gentleness and kindness, and made it impossible to arouse malice and disgust.

Bian Yao was stunned, with a slightly embarrassed expression, and relied on the night and the diffuse mist to hide the past well. He then put away his sword and whispered, "Where did you come from?" and what is a musician?"

"I wander through this world, I may appear anywhere, but I don't know where I'm going next?" the man smiled, as if he was sighing, as if he was telling something.

A sudden cold wind blew away the mist, and Bian Yao was hesitating to ask the doubts in his heart, but found that the man already had an extra bamboo flute about two feet long in his hand.

"How about listening to my songs? So you can probably understand what a 'musician' is." After a brief pause, the man spoke again.

"Wait, aren't you afraid that the sound will attract strange beasts?" Bian Yao hurriedly waved his hand.

"Don't worry, little friend! I'll control the range, this song can only be heard by you and me. The man's laughter was transmitted, dispelling the worries in Bian Yao's heart, but it also made him fall into an inexplicable confusion.

The sound of the flute sounded, crisp and subdued, it was a kind of beauty that could not be described in words, exuding an unknown emotion, and joy was the main theme. The snowflakes seemed to be spiritualized by the notes in an instant, and they flew happily with the mist in the night wind.

The sound of the flute was broken, and the sound of the flute began again, followed by the qin, zheng, and se......

The sound of various musical instruments continued to sound, one after another, all of them were strange tunes that Bian Yao had never heard before, and those dreamlike tunes were like coming from the distant night sky, with the snowflakes falling on the Dream Immortal Continent.

It is obviously a bamboo flute, but it plays hundreds of magical and beautiful different tunes. Bian Yao sat dumbfounded, the vocal music drilled through his ears, penetrated into his heart, merged into his consciousness, merged with his emotions, and brought him to an ethereal and mysterious realm.

On cold winter nights, snowflakes are always falling, and the mountains are silent.

I don't know when, the notes from beyond the sky have disappeared. Bian Yao lay quietly in the hot spring pool, his eyes gently closed, his breathing was even and gentle, and his face was smiling with joy.