Absolute Destiny Game-Chapter 1391 - 33: Dream of Night with Yu

Xiao Jie stood on the rooftop of the building, looking at the distant night scene.

The flow of car lights and the sea of neon lights spread out under his feet, and he vaguely felt the scene before him was somewhat familiar, as if he had just seen it recently—the outlines of those landmark buildings on the skyline even seemed inexplicably familiar.

Amidst his confusion, a voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Sui Feng, my virtuous brother, what a refined pleasure to watch the stars and the moon here."

Xiao Jie was momentarily bewildered. This phrase sounded very familiar—not just familiar, he had definitely heard it before. He instinctively looked up and indeed saw the myriad stars, hanging high in the pitch-black night sky.

Turning around, he saw a Green Robed Taoist smiling warmly at him.

It was Feng Buqi!

"How did Feng get here..." He suddenly became alert—

No, Feng Buqi had died long ago!

Was he dreaming?

He glanced around, the metropolis, skyscrapers, neon lights... indeed, he was dreaming. And it was a dream he had dreamt once before, one he dreamed the night before he became an Immortal, before he led the team to battle the Red Dust.

He clearly remembered what would happen next, what he said at the time—

"Feng has entered my dream, is there something you wish to tell me?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Xiao Jie felt an inexplicable sense of eeriness.

Not because the dream was terrifying, but because—he found he couldn’t say anything "different." He clearly wanted to say something else, but when it came to his lips, it still ended up being the exact same words.

"Such quick reflexes, my virtuous brother," Feng Buqi sighed, his green robe gently fluttering in the night wind, "Ah, I wandered through half my life, in a blur. Finally remembered some past affairs, only to get caught in that big battle..."

He paused, gazing into the distant night sky, a resolute look tinged with regret in his eyes.

"Then, you advised me not to seek out that Wang Xie, and to be a Carefree Taoist. It was indeed sincere advice. But alas... some things, even knowing the danger, must be done."

He withdrew his gaze, looked at Xiao Jie, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "Fortunately, after spending a month with Wang Xie, I understood many things. At least... I died knowing. Now, my time has come, and I came to bid you farewell."

Completely identical dialogue.

A surge of inexplicable irritation rose within Xiao Jie—not towards Feng Buqi, but towards himself. He felt as if he was trapped within a scripted play, a puppet manipulated by unseen hands.

But he was already an Immortal!

He wanted to say something different to break this feeling. He opened his mouth, desperately wanting to say something else—even if it was just to ask "Are you okay," even if it was to curse.

Yet what came out was still the exact same words as before.

"Where is Feng going?"

"Comes from afar, goes where destined," Feng Buqi stood with hands behind his back, his robe fluttering, "Since I’m no mortal, naturally I’m not bound by the suffering of Reincarnation..."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head, gazing at the nonexistent bright moon in the night sky—a dream without a moon, yet the stars were astonishingly bright.

"Look at the myriad stars, how beautiful they are," Feng Buqi whispered, his tone carrying an indescribable tenderness, "Whenever I see such a scene, it always makes me feel... In this vast world, one’s life is not lonely."

Xiao Jie said nothing.

He suddenly felt that perhaps this Taoist was not here to say goodbye.

"Recently, I’ve remembered something very important," Feng Buqi turned his head, looking seriously at Xiao Jie, "Listen well, Sui Feng—"

Xiao Jie shuddered violently.

He remembered—back then in the dream, Feng Buqi seemingly said something very important to him, but after waking up, he just couldn’t recall it. That night’s conversation, every other sentence was clear, except the most critical one, not a trace left. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

At this moment, an unprecedented urgency surged within him.

He perked up his ears, held his breath, even subconsciously took a step forward.

But when Feng Buqi opened his mouth—

The voice suddenly became blurred, as if obscured by a thick curtain of water, or like a radio tuned to the wrong channel, leaving only the static noise.

The more Xiao Jie tried to listen closely, the harder it was to distinguish.

He desperately leaned forward, nearly pressing up against Feng Buqi’s face—

Suddenly, the surrounding scene twisted as if the water surface had been struck by a stone, violently rippling outwards.

"Feng!!"

Xiao Jie shouted.

And then—

The dream shattered.

Xiao Jie abruptly opened his eyes.

The dream was gone.

Before him was his private room at the Iron Blood Immortal Alliance headquarters, and above him was the familiar ceiling.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.

Lowering his head, he saw a snow-white arm draped over him.

Beside him came the sound of even breathing, accompanied by a faint scent of magnolia.

Xiao Jie stared blankly at the ceiling, for a long time, before letting out a long sigh.

Still couldn’t make it out.

What exactly did Feng Buqi say? That sentence must be very important—especially at this time point, having dreamed the exact same dream again.

He intuitively felt that this forgotten sentence might be the key to unraveling all his confusion over the past six months.

He gently moved the arm draped over him, careful not to wake the person beside him.

He got up, dressed, and went out to the balcony.