Chapter 1 "Resentment gathers, separation is bitter, desires unmet..."

Lan Lingtong rolled around in the clouds, lazily lying down and looking up at the high heavens: "Hopefully it works..."

It was pessimistic, not believing that An Qisheng, or this low-level civilization, could resist Russell.

It knew too much about the terror of the Nightmare Hydra clan.

The horror of nightmares lies in the fact that they are not just dreams, but can become reality!

"Sigh..."

The Three Hearts Lan Lingtong sighed and slowly closed its eyes.

It had no choice. That seemingly peaceful Mr. Monster's will was too firm. No one could dissuade him from what he had decided.

It only hoped that even if this low-level civilization was destroyed, he could escape, otherwise it would be doomed for eternity...

Whoosh~

As it closed its eyes, strands of light invisible to the naked eye, even to divine sense, disappeared into the void.

Some say that dreams are the release of the subconscious, some say that dreams are hallucinations during sleep, some say that dreams are a window through which the conscious mind views the unconscious, and some say that dreams are the mind's rehearsal for crises.

But regardless of which theory, dreams are not a real world.

It was just that An Qisheng's divine will in sketching this dream was too high, his understanding too deep, far surpassing everyone he pulled into the dream.

The result of complete cognitive crushing was that An Qisheng clearly told everyone that this was just a dream, but everyone he pulled into it could not find any flaws.

From this perspective, it was no different from the real world, because in reality, few people can see the truth of the world through appearances.

So what's the point of talking about reality and illusion?

The only exception was the Three Hearts Lan Lingtong, to whom An Qisheng had given sufficiently high permissions.

It was not trapped by the dream, held high permissions, and could even change some of the information in the dream, in other words, manipulate the dream.

This was very simple for it.

Because no matter how logical a dream is, those who control it can ignore logic.

Just like dreaming, even if a woman whose face you can't even see clearly, your subconscious will believe that she is your true love, and you won't have any doubts.

Bizarre and chaotic, that's what dreams are all about.

"Achoo~"

Chu Fan sneezed.

Jiang Shili reacted quickly, dodging and wrinkling her nose: "You should know the purpose of my visit, right?"

"Cooperation."

Chu Fan shivered, feeling uncomfortable. Seeing Jiang Shili's strong reaction, he didn't mind and asked, "I have no objections, but how exactly do we cooperate?"

"Just helping each other."

Jiang Shili lowered her hand, her expression returning to normal: "Since your goal is to change your blood, I can use the relationships I can access to help you complete it. Similarly, you must help us complete the mission."

Chu Fan's eyes flashed: "Us?"

"Of course, I've contacted more than just you."

Jiang Shili flicked her hand, and three different colored medicine bottles landed on the table: "I didn't bring any elixirs this time because I was in a hurry. The quality of these three bottles of elixirs isn't great, but they can still increase your internal energy by a few months..."

As she spoke, she seemed to receive a reminder, tilted her ear slightly, and then jumped out of the window. Before anyone could see her movements, she had already disappeared.

"This woman has already succeeded in changing her blood..."

Chu Fan was a little envious, but only a little.

Everyone's tasks were different. Jiang Shili's task was no less difficult than his, and perhaps even more so.

Neigh~

Just then, a loud horse's neigh suddenly rang out on the long street.

"Not good!"

Chu Fan was shocked.

He was too familiar with this neigh. It was his, no, it was his master Fan Zimin's horse.

Stealing a horse?

Chu Fan suddenly stood up and jumped out of the window. In mid-air, he reached out and grabbed the eaves, looking in the direction of the sound. He saw a masked female thief galloping down the long street.

"Damn thief!"

Chu Fan gritted his teeth and jumped down from the fourth floor, letting out a loud whistle to summon another Jiao horse.

He jumped on the horse and chased after her.

At this time, Chu Fan certainly didn't know what kind of 'tearful' abusive romance would happen as a result of this chase.

Jiang Shili, who frowned and drifted away after watching this scene, also didn't know what awaited her.

And not just Jiang Shili and Chu Fan, all the dreamers would usher in a 'painful memory' that would make them gnash their teeth for countless years.

This year was also known as the 'Year of the Nightmare' by many dreamers who had experienced it.

.......

Whoosh whoosh~

Yan Changsha stood on the top of a high mountain, facing the fierce wind, his clothes fluttering.

He looked into the distance, as if he could see Wangquan Mountain, which was more than two thousand zhang high and stood in the cold wind.

There, there was a terrifying aura that made people's hearts tremble.

He knew who it was.

It was Wangquan Dao's most outstanding genius in the two thousand years since its founding ancestor, dominating this era like a golden sun.

Known as poetry, painting, color, sword, and wine, the only other Li Taibai in history.

He was also the strongest person in this world at this time.

He also had a mission, but it wasn't to challenge Li Taibai. However, since coming to this world, all he had heard was Li Taibai. Everyone was talking about Taibai, and everyone was imitating Taibai.

If he didn't see this Li Taibai before leaving, wouldn't it be a pity?

The sun and moon flowed on the mountaintop, and the clouds rose and fell. Yan Changsha stood for nine days, his aura rising and falling nine times. Finally, on the tenth day, it erupted like a star exploding:

"Li Taibai..."

Rumble!

The mountains shook and the ground trembled, smoke and dust filled the air, and waves of mud dragons rose from the ground. The huge barren mountain disintegrated in the instant the sound waves exploded.

The mighty momentum spread for ten miles in an instant, like a rainbow piercing the sun, a meteor falling to the ground, striking horizontally towards Wangquan Mountain, which stood in the cold wind, two thousand one hundred zhang high.

Buzz~

The clouds on the top of Wangquan Mountain shattered, and the cold wind howled, like weeping and lamenting.

Yan Changsha felt the gazes of astonishment, coldness, or surprise. He seemed unaware, his whole body surging with true qi, his eyes fixed on the back of Wangquan Mountain.

It was a vegetable garden, planted with all kinds of flowers, fruits, and vegetables. As his gaze fell, a young man in white, covered in mud, and with a dirty face, emerged.

The momentum of the wind and thunder shook Wangquan Mountain, but he seemed unaware, his movements unhurried.

First, he fed the carrot he had just pulled out to a big donkey, then wiped his hands, which were covered in mud, on the donkey's body.

Only when the top of Wangquan Mountain was shaking slightly under the surging momentum did he slowly raise his eyebrows.

At this raise of his eyebrows, the previous laziness had disappeared.

What replaced it was a sharp sword intent that seemed to pierce a hole in the sky and cleave the earth into understanding.

In that instant, the wind stopped blowing, and the clouds stopped flowing.

It was as if heaven and earth were holding their breath at this moment, for fear of disturbing this heavenly sword.

.......

Qi Kong, the peerless genius of the Red Cloud Kingdom, was defeated, defeated on the top of Wangquan Mountain!

The news spread throughout the world and back to the Red Cloud Kingdom.

Some sighed with regret, some sneered, some were sad, and some naturally found it noisy, but for most people, it was just another topic of conversation after dinner.

Few people really care about other people's joys and sorrows.

Even the news itself was overshadowed by even more shocking news.

That was the founding ancestor of Wangquan Dao, the unparalleled Da Zongshi who was the most talented in ten thousand years, had appeared on that day and seemed to have passed down a decree!

No one knew what order the Wangquan Ancestor, who had been famous for three thousand three hundred years and was revered and worshiped by countless people, had passed down.

They only knew that since that day, Wangquan Dao had awakened like a divine dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and displayed a terrifying operating power that shocked the world.

All the Wangquan Dao dojos in the seven kingdoms, from the royal capitals to the villages and towns, had taken action.

No one knew what they did, but no one believed that they did nothing.

Wangquan Calendar 3231.

The sun shone on the top of Wangquan Mountain, but the cold wind was still bone-chilling. It was a true reflection of Wangquan Mountain that it was too cold at high altitudes.

Wangquan Mountain itself was a huge secret to the world.

Because since three thousand three hundred years ago, Wangquan Mountain had been constantly absorbing the earth's veins and growing. It only grew one zhang a year, which seemed insignificant, but after three thousand three hundred years, the current Wangquan Mountain was already three thousand four hundred zhang high!

The cold wind on it was bone-piercing. Not to mention ordinary people, even martial artists with internal energy had to circulate their internal energy at all times. Otherwise, even those who had succeeded in changing their blood and condensed true qi were likely to get frostbite!

And at this time, in the majestic hall of Wangquan Mountain.

A group of Daoists, some with white hair, some with youthful faces, some in rags, and some in mink coats, were surrounding a large circle, curiously looking at the sleeping young man on the floor:

"This, is this the heaven-sent person the Ancestor spoke of? He doesn't seem like much..."

An old man muttered.

He was the twenty-sixth generation Wangquan Daoist, and had now lived for nearly nine hundred years. His true qi was as vast as the sea. Although he was muttering, it sounded like thunder.

"Not necessarily. Have you forgotten about the young man who cleaned the latrines for more than ten years? We stared at him for decades, but we never saw how that kid disappeared. The Ancestor calculated it three thousand three hundred years in advance!"

A seemingly young man shook his head slightly: "How dare we presumptuously discuss the Ancestor?"

"Speaking of which, I miss that little guy named Tong Zhengyang. In terms of diligence, these little things now can't compare to him."

Someone else sighed.

"Huh? He's about to wake up?"

An old Daoist was quick-witted and shot out a stream of energy, and the young man's trembling eyelids immediately stopped moving.

He had fainted again.

"We have been favored by the Ancestor, leaving behind the Samsara Secret Realm, where we can wander in it, forgetting ourselves and extending our lives several times. Now, it's time for us to serve the Ancestor..."

A group of old fellows chattered endlessly, and the contemporary Wangquan Daoist Yuan Tingguang slowly opened his mouth.

He was the youngest and had the least seniority, but as the contemporary Wangquan Daoist, his status was the highest. Without violating the Ancestor's legacy, the former Wangquan Daoists had to be restricted by him.

The Samsara Secret Realm he spoke of was a rare treasure. Anyone in it would experience the passage of time very slowly, allowing them to extend their lives.

And as a price, their divine will had to travel in one illusory dream after another left by the Ancestor.

When everyone heard Yuan Tingguang's words, they nodded.

"What does the Dao Master think we should do?" Someone asked.

Whoosh~

Wangquan Daoist Yuan Tingguang waved his sleeves, and an invisible stream of energy swept over, enveloping the sleeping young man.

In an instant, he broke through the open palace gate and disappeared into the top of Wangquan Mountain, breaking through the heavy cold wind in a flash.

"We should do what we should do."

Yuan Tingguang said so.

"Great!"

The old men all nodded in agreement.

At this time, the old Daoist who had knocked the young man unconscious suddenly remembered something: 'I seem to have forgotten to release his acupoints...'

He glanced at everyone and thought he'd better not say it, lest this group of people say he was senile.

It was only a day or two, so there shouldn't be a problem.

......

Caw~

Caw~

Caw~

Crows circled in the sky, and the sound of flowing water in the deep valley echoed with them.

"Ugh..."

Two tears flowed from the corner of Chu Fan's eyes, and immense sorrow filled his heart, making him painful and wanting to scream.

This feeling lasted until he opened his eyes.

Old trees, withered vines, crows circling, deep valleys, flowing water, empty valleys...

As his mind gradually returned to his body, Chu Fan murmured and suddenly remembered what had happened before, and his heart immediately cramped with pain:

"I seem to have had a very tragic, very clichéd dream. I was the protagonist in it, and it was killing me..."