Chapter 1 The Sound Shakes the World

The sound shook the world!

Countless hearts turned cold. Whether skilled in martial arts or not, everyone could feel the venom in that voice, a venom that could not be washed away even by all the rivers and seas of the world.

Even from a great distance, Chu Fan and Feng Mingtao felt their hearts being pulled on by a giant hand, almost suffocating them.

Feng Mingtao looked at Chu Fan with a stiff face, unable to describe his feelings.

From Xuanxing to the Wangquan Dreamscape, it seemed that he had encountered danger several times while with this kid…

How many times has this happened?

The two exchanged a glance and, without prior agreement, ran madly toward Wangquan Mountain.

A single collision shook the heavens and earth, causing mountains and rivers to collapse. Although Wangquan Mountain was also trembling, it suffered no damage. Anyone would know where to run.

Boom!

Boom!

The air currents emptied, and the void rolled like a sea for a time.

After a few moments of collision, the sword dragon shattered, turning into hundreds of thousands of sword lights that scattered in all directions like a meteor shower, falling toward the summit of Wangquan Mountain and revolving around Yuan Tingguang and the others.

They were suppressing parts of the giant snake with multiple dreamscapes, blocking the giant snake from unifying and merging in this repeated dreamscape.

This was An Qisheng's plan.

That was why they had attacked at just the right moment.

The group of people looked solemn, gazing into the void. The rolling air currents naturally could not block their gazes, and they could clearly see.

Within the shattered void, faces were being crushed by the sword light, and those countless faces vaguely formed the face of a hideous giant snake:

"Illusions will never be able to threaten reality."

Its voice was long and drawn out, like chanting.

The moment it spoke, the wounds on those faces had disappeared without a trace.

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

At the summit of Wangquan Mountain, Yuan Tingguang was shocked. This dreamscape was no different from Jiufujie, and their power had no restrictions.

A joint strike could shatter mountains and rivers and turn stars into dust.

Yet this giant snake was unscathed.

Crack, crack, crack…

The void groaned and began to crack on a large scale, as if thousands of hideous beasts were trying to escape.

"It's useless. All the power in the dreamscape cannot harm the Nightmare Hydra clan. The only thing that can hurt it is emotion…"

Just as Yuan Tingguang and the others were about to attack again, Lan Lingtong's voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"Hmm?!"

Yuan Tingguang and the others were all shocked, but they were all seasoned veterans. Although they were surprised, their expressions remained unchanged.

"Let it merge into one. Then, the pain inflicted on each part of it will erupt. It will fall into chaos and despair…"

Lan Lingtong hid in the void, continuing, "Then, you attack, shatter it, and seal it again…"

Yuan Tingguang's eyes flashed, but there was no time to think.

Because in the next moment, the thousands of distorted faces in the shattered void, accompanied by a roar containing endless pain,

Merged into one!

"Ah!!!"

An indescribably miserable wail echoed throughout the universe.

In an instant, Chu Fan and Feng Mingtao, who had just run to the end of the mountain path and were about to step into the mountain gate, felt a darkness before their eyes and a pain in their hearts.

Without any reaction, they were instantly shocked to death!

......

Modu, Astronomical Observatory.

"The dust storm on Mars has stopped. If there are any abnormalities, we will be the first to notice."

Qinglong listened to the report with an expressionless face, his thoughts somewhat disturbed.

As early as ten years ago, he was already the number one expert below the level of seeing the gods. Ten years had passed, and although he had not broken through that step, his heart was extremely sensitive to certain perceptions in the dark.

He had, of course, felt the fluctuations brought about by the spreading dark clouds. Not only did he sense them, but in the short period of time that the dark clouds spread, many precision instruments had lost their function.

Under the chaotic magnetic field, Yinglong, which they had developed themselves, had entered a 'deadlock' state for the first time.

"Qinglong, we've already sent people to find Baihu and the others, but we can't contact them for the time being."

At this time, the smart and capable Qingniao walked into the hall, her face showing a hint of worry, "Now, what should we do?"

Chu Fan had notified them of what happened at the foot of Wangquan Mountain at the first possible moment, and the Special Affairs Bureau had immediately launched an investigation. Unfortunately, the sudden dark clouds had paralyzed 'Yinglong', greatly reducing their efficiency.

It should be known that the magnetic field disturbance affected more than just 'Yinglong'. At this time, in the area where the dark clouds had spread, the network and mobile phone signals were greatly disturbed, sometimes working and sometimes not.

"The potential threat of the Wangquan Sword is too great. It must never fall into the hands of a terrorist organization like Truman's…"

Qinglong slowly exhaled, "We must find out if he got the Wangquan Sword."

The Wangquan Dreamscape was too big, and the Wangquan Sword had seven copies, the birthplaces of which were separated by an unknown distance. Although there were many dream-enterers in the Special Affairs Bureau, it was impossible to cover everything.

He had anticipated that Truman would cause trouble, but he did not expect that Truman would be so bold as to act in front of Wangquan Mountain.

His determination to not even care about his own life or death showed how dangerous this kind of person was.

If such a person were to grasp the super power of the Wangquan Sword, which could threaten the world, it would not be a good thing for anyone.

"In this kind of weather, neither planes nor ships can travel normally. Yinglong 'locates' Truman in Daliy Country, and it is impossible to rush there in a short amount of time."

Qingniao was very familiar with Qinglong and vaguely guessed what he was thinking, and said, "I think, Truman probably won't get the Wangquan Sword…"

"What's the probability of 'probably'? Are you Yinglong or Poseidon? When it comes to the Wangquan Sword, the answer can only be 100%!"

Qinglong retorted.

Qingniao was somewhat speechless, but still said, "In short, I think the biggest threat is the monster that appeared in the 'Wangquan Dreamscape'…"

"There are no abnormalities on Mars. It's impossible for it to cross 400 million kilometers silently to come to Xuanxing. Perhaps that monster was also chosen as a dream-enterer?

But when a dream-enterer awakens, they will only wake up in their own body…"

Qinglong glanced at the staff who were fiddling with the instruments and said, "There are people watching here 24 hours a day. There won't be any mistakes."

"If that's what the captain insists, then I'll take a trip to Rome."

Qingniao gave a crisp military salute, "Captain Qinglong is responsible for all the big and small matters of the Special Affairs Bureau and cannot act rashly. Qingniao guarantees to find out the situation!"

"......"

Qinglong paused before answering, "Forget it, let's talk about it after tonight. There's no rush…"

He turned his back, looked out the window into the distance, watching the rolling dark clouds, his eyes deep, "The dark clouds will eventually dissipate…"

......

"Hoo~"

Daliy Country, Rome, in a detached villa in the suburbs, Truman suddenly sat up, his face pale, like he had just been pulled from drowning, gasping for breath.

His body was spasming and twitching. The extreme realism of death made his brain and organs think that he had been brutally slit.

"So, real…"

It took a long time for Truman to regain his composure, and the paleness on his face slowly faded.

His fist techniques had reached an extremely high level, and he could vaguely sense the 'emotions' of many organs in his body. He could feel that if he was even three minutes late,

His internal organs would declare him 'brain dead'.

"The stronger the person, the more dangerous they will be after death. If they are even stronger, they will die in their dreams sooner or later, and they will die in reality as well…"

Truman opened his notebook and wrote down his findings, "Extreme strength of the body will lead to the organs rebelling once they can't sense the existence of the brain…"

The notebook was densely filled with records of many things, from the first time he entered the dream until now, in great detail.

However, the reason why Truman recorded this was not because he was afraid of forgetting, but because he wanted to write a *Biography*.

He was the leader of a small religion in Daliy Country and needed to spread his glorious deeds. His ultimate goal was to make his *Biography* surpass the Bible.

And for his birthday to become the new 'Christmas'.

"The loss is great, but it's worth it. With the Wangquan Sword, it doesn't matter if some people lose their qualifications as dream-enterers."

In the end, Truman wrote.

Then, his palm fell on the landline next to him. Three seconds later, a phone call came in. The voice on the other end was slightly trembling, "Your Holiness, we, we are all dead…"

Truman interrupted his subordinate, "Where's the thing?"

"The thing…"

The person on the other end of the phone stuttered, immediately causing a bad feeling to rise in Truman's heart. He spoke again, his voice already low,

"Where's the thing?!"

"I, I don't know, but, maybe we…"

Truman couldn't hear the rest of the words. He had already crushed the phone.

Crack~

A flash of lightning streaked across the window, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The dark clouds crossed the ocean and had already spread over.

"Wangquan Sword…"

Truman stood expressionlessly in front of the window, feeling the oppressive feeling brought by the spreading dark clouds. He seemed to vaguely see the Wangquan Sword hanging in the air.

After a long time, he slowly exhaled, with deep contemplation,

"Why can't I bring it out? Why…"

......

Boom~

Thunder rumbled on the summit of Yangming Mountain, and lightning snakes broke through the night sky.

The sky was so low that it seemed to be touching people's faces, making everyone feel depressed. Xue Zheng stood by the lake, his expression solemn.

The Wangquan Dreamscape was very different from the real world, and the biggest difference was the 'heaven and earth spiritual energy' that permeated the world.

The heaven and earth spiritual energy in the Wangquan Dreamscape was far more concentrated than that of Xuanxing. Everything born within it, every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain, and every stone, contained the heaven and earth spiritual energy.

Being in it, whether cultivating internal force or true qi, could achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Xuanxing seemed to have a faint 'spiritual energy' from some unknown time, but it was too thin. It was already not easy to supply the existence of true qi seeds. The difficulty of making progress on Xuanxing was imaginable.

And at this time, he felt that as the wind and clouds gathered, the invisible feng shui aura of heaven and earth, or rather the change in the star's magnetic field, the 'spiritual energy' on Yangming Mountain was gradually becoming stronger.

No, it wasn't just Yangming Mountain, but the entire world!

Although it still seemed far from being comparable to the 'Wangquan Dreamscape', it was gradually approaching that level!

"Does this spiritual energy also come from the Wangquan Dreamscape…"

Xue Zheng stretched out his hand, feeling the faint 'heaven and earth spiritual energy' in the humid air, somewhat lost.

This kind of gas, originally, should not have existed on Xuanxing.

He had achieved the level of seeing the gods for decades, pursuing the path ahead for decades. There were very few things on Xuanxing that he was not familiar with, and he was very clear about this 'heaven and earth spiritual energy'.

Originally, it didn't exist!

"Hmm?"

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only a moment later.

Under the thunderclouds that had been brewing for a long time but had not produced a single raindrop, in the lakeside pavilion, An Qisheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes like two heavenly swords piercing through the sky.

For a moment, the world seemed to light up for an instant.

At this instant, everyone on the summit of Yangming Mountain changed their expressions.

That 'otherworldly gate' that had been hanging in the sky for more than half a year, and was as familiar as the moon to people every night, had disappeared without knowing when!

Also missing was the Wangquan Sword!

And the dark clouds that had filled the sky for an unknown amount of time.

"Stealing my sword…"

In a soft sigh, An Qisheng slowly stood up. Under everyone's gaze, he walked up the steps in the air, as if he was ascending to the sky:

"Will have to pay the price!"