Chapter 1 Is This Really a Dream?

“Am I really dreaming?”

Looking around at the endless, twisted, and bizarre scene, An Qisheng wanted to pinch himself, but he had neither hands nor a body in his current state.

At this moment, An Qisheng was like a wisp of green smoke, a ghost, surrounded by indescribable things.

The reason they were indescribable was that his speed of regression was too fast, so fast that the flow of everything around him exceeded the limit of his perception.

"What exactly was that stream of light that entered my mind..."

Endless light and shadows flickered, and An Qisheng felt a shock, if he had a body.

He felt as if he was a small fish jumping out of the river, suddenly entering a completely different environment!

Immediately, he felt a great burst of light in his heart, dazzling and invisible!

An Qisheng's mind swayed, and in the midst of the vast light, he vaguely saw a dilapidated, ancient scroll...

Or rather, it was a fragmented painting.

In a fleeting glance, An Qisheng could already feel the ancient and vast aura on the painting.

"This is the depths of my soul, that painting, perhaps, is the source of my ability..."

A trace of understanding rose in An Qisheng's heart.

Because of the integration of that unknown stream of light, his mental power was unprecedentedly strong, and he finally perceived the state of his soul.

That ancient painting seemed to exist in his soul.

"What is this painting?"

Even knowing that this was in his soul, he still didn't know what the painting was.

*Whoosh*

As An Qisheng's mind moved, the infinitely huge painting converged its light and slowly unfolded.

A vast expanse of white.

The painting was blank, seemingly just a blank canvas.

But An Qisheng stared intently, and words began to appear in the painting:

An Qisheng (Dao Yi Tu Master)]

Lifespan: 29 (Xuanxing) Status: Origin damaged]

Specialty: Da Meng Ji Qian Qiu (One-star level, rare skill)]

Treasure: Wangquan Sword (one-eighth)]

Life Trajectory: Unpredictable]

Dao Power: 22 points]

"Dao Yi Tu..."

Numerous pieces of information emerged in An Qisheng's mind, giving him some understanding.

This painting, named 'Dao Yi' (The Way is One), was taken from the Tao giving birth to one, one giving birth to two, two giving birth to three, and three giving birth to all things. Its origin was unknown, only that it was broken into many pieces in a great war.

One of them, for some reason, he obtained.

And this incomplete 'Dao Yi Tu' was the root of his desperate situation. It was consuming his origin year after year, day after day, that made him think he had a terminal illness.

Originally, with his current mental power, he couldn't perceive the existence of the 'Dao Yi Tu' at all. It was the Wangquan Sword recognizing him as its owner that caused his mental power to surge, barely allowing him to communicate with the 'Dao Yi Tu'.

At this time, An Qisheng realized that the Wangquan Sword he had seen in Tong Zhengyang's memory had inexplicably become his.

But now his attention was no longer on the Wangquan Sword, but on his terminal illness.

He originally thought that he could be cured without medicine as long as he achieved the Baodan realm (embracing the core), but now he knew that if he couldn't replenish the depleted origin, even if he achieved Baodan Chenggang (embracing the core and forming astral energy), as long as he couldn't make up for the depletion of his origin, he would still die in at most six and a half years.

He subconsciously believed in this 'Dao Yi Tu'.

"Virtue not matching position will surely lead to disaster..."

Coming back to his senses, An Qisheng understood in his heart.

He didn't have any negative emotions. Although his origin was damaged, it was already a foregone conclusion. Whether he was angry or regretful, it would be of no use.

He had always been a pragmatic person.

With a thought, he asked the 'Dao Yi Tu':

"What is your use? How can I replenish my origin?"

*Buzz*

The painting trembled slightly, and the light on it flowed like water:

Dao Yi Tu (one-fiftieth, extremely incomplete)]

Ability 1: Da Meng Ji Qian Qiu (Master has already mastered)]

Ability 2: Insight into oneself (Master has already mastered)]

Ability 3: Omniscience (Master has not yet mastered)]

Whether to spend Dao Power to search for a method to replenish the origin?]

Looking at the words that appeared on the Dao Yi Tu, An Qisheng breathed a slight sigh of relief, as long as there was a way.

"Omniscience? Not a small claim..."

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he responded to the Dao Yi Tu:

"Yes!"

Spending 10,000 Dao Power to search for a method to replenish the origin... Insufficient Dao Power, search failed]

"..."

An Qisheng was speechless. This was too rigid.

Xiao Ai was better than you.

"What is Dao Power? How can I obtain it?"

An Qisheng asked again.

All power containing the Dao is Dao Power. The methods to obtain it are as follows:

1: Find the missing fragments of the Dao Yi Tu.

2: Self-enlightenment.

3: Enlightenment of the Dao contained by others.]

"Dao Power..."

Many pieces of information flashed through An Qisheng's mind, and he couldn't help but frown.

Judging from the explanation, the difficulty of obtaining this Dao Power was extremely high.

He only had 22 points now. Who knew how long it would take to get 10,000 Dao Power?

He had to know that according to the 'Dao Yi Tu', his life only had less than seven years left.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind one by one, and it took An Qisheng a long time to calm down:

"Where am I going now?"

Sensing the master's urgent thought of entering the dream, according to the world coordinates provided by the master, spending 6,000 Dao Power, you are now entering the Grand Dream]

"My urgent thought?"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

Wasn't his most urgent thought when he entered Tong Zhengyang's dream to go back to the world before Tong Zhengyang transmigrated?

However, I provided the world coordinates?

"Is it that Wangquan Sword? The Wangquan Sword has world coordinates? Then am I in the midst of time-traveling now?"

An Qisheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked:

"Will time flow outside during this dream?"

He hadn't forgotten that there was still Tong Zhengyang eyeing him covetously outside. If he delayed too long, things might not be good.

Da Meng Ji Qian Qiu (Grand Dream of Thousands of Autumns), one breath is a thousand years]

On the ancient painting, the gentle light flowed like water:

The master can wake up at any time]

"Wait, 6,000 Dao Power? Where did I get 6,000 Dao Power?"

Breathing a sigh of relief, An Qisheng realized that something was wrong.

It cost 6,000 Dao Power to dream into another world. Where did he get 6,000 Dao Power?

The master once obtained the Dao contained by others, obtaining 6,000 Dao Power]

The Dao Yi Tu was still answering every question, not answering if not asked, rigid and inflexible, like an idiot.

"The Dao contained by others? Is it... Master Yangming?"

An Qisheng's heart trembled, and he already knew the source of his Dao Power.

Among the things he had come into contact with, only Wang Yangming could possibly leave behind such Dao.

He knew that he could wake up at any time, but how could he waste Master Yangming's gift in vain?

Besides, his fundamental purpose was to find Tong Zhengyang's weakness.

Waking up now would be meaningless.

If it was really as the Dao Yi Tu said, 'Da Meng Ji Qian Qiu, one breath is a thousand years', then he wasn't in a hurry to go out.

He would just take it as a long dream, and maybe he could find Tong Zhengyang's weakness.

With a thought, An Qisheng had already withdrawn from the depths of his soul.

He saw that in the endless bizarre land, a huge ball of light emitting intense white light was already close at hand.

"Is this Tong Zhengyang's original world?"

A thought flashed through An Qisheng's mind, and he had already lost all thoughts.

At the last moment, he seemed to see in the endless bizarre land.

That there were many more light spheres like this,

Many, many...

........

Da Feng Kingdom,

Feng Prefecture,

Ronghua Prefecture,

Thirty miles north of Nanliang County, on an unknown little Black Mountain.

The little mountain was only a few dozen feet high, with sparse trees and flowers, mostly black rocks, so there were few birds and animals.

On the little mountain, there was a dilapidated Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple was not very small, with three courtyards. Entering the gate was the front courtyard, then the inner courtyard, and finally the main hall where the ancestors were enshrined.

The courtyard was full of fallen leaves, and the walls were already mottled.

"Master, Master, wake up, wake up, don't leave Tingting, Wuwu... Master, Master..."

In a room in the inner courtyard, a girl's sad cry came.

"Junior sister, don't cry!! If you cry again, Master will be cried to death before he's even dead!?"

A male voice scolded.

"Wuwu..."

The female voice became more and more sad, with a grievance: "Master, look, you haven't left yet, and senior brother has already started bullying Tingting..."

The male voice seemed to have a headache, so angry that he couldn't do anything, he could only comfort her softly:

"Without Master, I will protect you too."

"No, I want Master..."

The female voice was stubborn.

"Junior sister! Master told me to take care of you. The doctor said that Master won't live past tonight..."

"I don't want it, I just don't want it, Master won't die!"

"You!"

.......

Who is it?

So noisy!

Disturbing my sleep...

In a daze, An Qisheng seemed to hear someone arguing next to him, saying things he couldn't understand at all, crying and making noise.

Making him unable to sleep anymore.

His mind gradually cleared, and strange feelings spread through his heart.

His limbs were sore and numb, his body had no strength at all, his chest felt like a big stone was pressing on it, his face was a little stiff, and he tried to open his eyes several times but couldn't...

With his control over his body, even if there were two dumbbells hanging on his eyelids, it wouldn't affect him opening his eyes...

"Hmm?"

An Qisheng's heart was shocked, and his mind was completely clear.

He used all his strength to open his eyes, his vision was blurry, even more blurry than the clearest TV with the worst picture quality when he was a child.

His vision was stagnant for a moment before he saw his surroundings.

This was an old house with old furnishings and a decaying smell everywhere.

In front of the old bed, two children wearing tattered Taoist robes sewn together from several pieces of ragged clothes were lying in front of his bed.

These two children were very young, the boy was a little older, about twelve or thirteen, and the girl was younger, at most eight or nine years old.

The same thing was, they were all dressed in rags, their bodies were dirty, skinny and skinny, just like the refugees seen on TV!

"Master, you're awake!"

The little girl was pleasantly surprised, and tears '哗' came down.

An Qisheng couldn't understand what they were saying at all. He wanted to speak, but his mouth was full of bitterness, and his lips seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

He wanted to get up, but it felt like a mountain was pressing on his body.

In this whole body, the only things that could move were his eyeballs!