Chapter 1 A Sigh

A soft sigh, filled with endless vicissitudes.

Across the mountain gate, a touch of sorrow involuntarily arose in the hearts of all dreamers, as if infected by the emotions in his words.

Many more unstable dreamers were in tears, wailing like a group of giant infants in their twenties and thirties.

"This, this..."

Including Feng Mingtao, the brows of all the experienced dreamers were twitching wildly. Without deliberately trying, he could infect thousands of people. What kind of realm was this?

Whoosh~

A breeze swirled past the mountain gate.

The experienced dreamers finally saw the appearance of the person who had come.

It was a handsome little monk, with rosy lips and white teeth, a cinnabar dot between his eyebrows, looking no more than twenty years old. But in his eyes, there was only understanding wisdom, ancient and full of vicissitudes.

The moment they saw the little monk, everyone present was in a trance, only feeling that the little monk walking up was surrounded by the Eight Treasures formed by Buddhist light.

Even more, faint Buddhist sounds and Zen chants followed.

Feng Mingtao and others were extremely solemn, only feeling that the little monk was accompanied by heaven and earth, his aura blended with the Qi of all things.

His aura was vast and almost boundless!

Where did this master come from?

Fellow Daoist Wang Quan?

Was he talking about the contemporary Wang Quan Daoist, Yuan Tingguang?

Or...

Feng Mingtao cried out inwardly, faintly feeling that he was going to fall again.

"Ah!"

Beside him, a thin, gaunt youth suddenly screamed, shaking as if struck by lightning, his voice trembling violently:

"The Wheel Turning Dharma?! He, he is the successor of the Wheel Turning King?!"

Wheel Turning Dharma!

A jolt went through everyone's hearts.

In the real world for three years, and thirty years in the Wang Quan dream realm, millions of dreamers were spread throughout Jiu Fu Realm, and with the real world's dreamer forum as an exchange point, almost all the legends of Jiu Fu Realm had been unearthed.

Wang Quan's three thousand three hundred years was the mythical epic of Wang Quan Dao dominating the world.

Generation after generation of Wang Quan Daoists, the Wang Quan Seven wrote their own myths, pushing Wang Quan Dao to the point where if it did not perish, the world would be difficult to move.

But in these three thousand three hundred years, Wang Quan Dao was not truly invincible, and had experienced countless challenges.

There were Wang Quan Seven who had been killed, Wang Quan Daoists who had failed to break through, and even the inherited Sword Canon had been stolen.

But the only one who truly brought Wang Quan Dao to the brink of destruction was one person.

That was the Wheel Turning King!

This peerless master of the same generation as Wang Quan's founder had cultivated the 'Skyscraping Wheel Turning Dharma' (Motian Zhuanlun Fa) to an unprecedented height.

Legend has it that he almost possessed the ability to be immortal!

Despite suffering eight defeats, he was reborn time and time again. Finally, he cultivated earth-shattering martial arts from the foundation of nine lifetimes, giving Wang Quan Dao an unprecedented crisis.

Almost everyone agreed that it was the greatest crisis Wang Quan Dao had encountered since its founding.

Unfortunately, he encountered Li Taibai, the most amazing and brilliant founder of the Wang Quan Dao.

"Wang Quan Dao..."

Before the nearly shattered mountain gate, the Wheel Turning King stood quietly, his heart surging, the experiences of nine lifetimes constantly flashing in his mind.

Through nine lifetimes of ups and downs, he had seen through the greatest flaw in the 'Skyscraping Wheel Turning Dharma'. Every time he awakened as a reincarnated child, not only would he not lose potential, but he would even be better than before.

Unfortunately, Wang Quan Dao occupied the luck of heaven and earth, and there were always outstanding people in every generation, often falling short of success.

His best chances to overwhelm Wang Quan Dao were in his second and ninth lives.

In his second life, the Wang Quan Daoist had left, the flames of war were raging, and the new generation of Wang Quan Daoists had not yet grown up. Wang Quan Dao was not yet as unshakable as it would be in later generations.

But he had underestimated the disciples of the Wang Quan Daoist after all.

He died at the hands of Zhang Ting, the personal disciple of the Wang Quan Daoist, the second generation of Wang Quan Daoist.

And in his ninth life, he combined the strength of nine lifetimes, reaching the pinnacle, and was already invincible, but he encountered Li Taibai...

"Has Wang Quan Dao really been destroyed..."

The Wheel Turning King exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes full of vicissitudes moving faintly:

"This monk doesn't believe it!"

He sighed to himself, but the dreamers could hardly bear it. An indescribable sense of horror trembled in their hearts.

Many dreamers had already cried to death on the Daoist field.

"Master! We have no grievances, please raise your hand in mercy!"

A dreamer could hardly bear the urge to cry, his words filled with a strong sob, speaking like a funeral: "Master, spare us!"

"No grievances?"

The Wheel Turning King seemed to only now notice the existence of this group of people, his deep eyes falling, his tone inexplicably gentle: "How can there be no grievances?

This monk and you,

Have a deep-seated hatred!"

The gentle voice instantly became violent!

As if the Buddhist kingdom had become hell!

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged on the peak of Wang Quan Mountain, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and lightning and thunder followed.

Crack!

On the mountain peak as dark as night, lightning flashed.

In the half-light and half-dark, the Wheel Turning King's monk's robe fluttered, his face appearing uncertain, like an angry Ming Wang (Wisdom King), a demon king of destruction:

"If the Buddha cannot defeat you, then I will become a demon!"

Boom!

Nine lifetimes of resentment, all in this one sentence!

The sound waves may not have been high, but the celestial phenomena changed accordingly, thunder erupted in the mountains, earth-shattering!

Crack~

An endless terrifying aura pressed down, a howling gale surged in the Wang Quan Dao mountain gate, and the tide-like waves overwhelmed everything.

In an instant, the dreamers who were crying, screaming, and running away had been torn into minced meat by the gale, without even a drop of blood left behind.

"Damn it! I only have one life left!"

A veteran dreamer's face twitched wildly.

The knife-like gale tore apart his horizontally trained body, leaving deep, bone-deep wounds on his body.

He roared unwillingly, stepping forward, like a mad bull, breaking through the layers of gale, about to rush out of the mountain gate.

But in the next moment, his body stiffened.

In the shocked eyes of the experienced dreamers, he melted directly like butter under a blazing fire.

"Can't escape! Fight him!"

"A Celestial Realm master?! How could a Celestial Realm master suddenly appear!"

"Slaughtering everything, he wants to slaughter everything! I'm so unlucky, I only have one life left!"

The experienced dreamers were horrified. They charged left and right in the terrifying gale. Unfortunately, this endless gale contained an extremely terrifying divine intent.

No matter how they charged, they were pushed back, and then, their bodies were torn apart by the gale, dying like a thousand cuts!

"Who exactly are you?!"

Feng Mingtao roared to the sky, the golden light around his body materialized into a golden bell, barely supporting him in this terrifying gale.

His heart was filled with shock and anger.

Thirty years of learning at Wang Quan Dao, he and Chu Fan had both advanced to the Yin Yang Limitless Realm. Although they could not compare with Du Lumen, Juechen Daoist, Xue Zheng, Garuda and others, they had also reached the Earth Ranking.

At this moment, with a long roar, the golden light covering his body instantly burned, and bursts of dragon roars and tiger howls burst forth from his body!

"Tiger Howl Golden Bell Shield, Dragon Roar Iron Shirt... Unfortunately, you haven't mastered it!"

Amidst the swirling dark clouds, the Wheel Turning King's eyes flickered, a hint of reminiscence appearing. He remembered that a generation of Wang Quan Daoists had cultivated this martial art to an unprecedented level.

He was touched, but it was just a touch.

Boom!

As he spoke to himself, Feng Mingtao had completely erupted, his tyrannical blood Qi rising into the sky like wolf smoke. Between the opening and closing of his fists, he tore apart the gale that was sharper than knives and guns.

But in the next moment, his body stiffened.

He saw that above the sky, above the clouds that were higher than the dark clouds, there seemed to be a dark golden Buddha, standing tall and majestic like a mountain.

The great Buddha was clad in a dark red kasaya, half of his face was compassionate, and half contained anger, like a Buddha, but even more like a demon!

"He..."

Feng Mingtao's heart trembled wildly, and he saw the demon Buddha open his mouth. The blood Qi and inner strength all over his body involuntarily peeled out!

Before he could even let out a roar, he had turned into powder and was blown away by the gale on the mountain peak.

Boom!

In the next moment, the gale exploded, the dark clouds disappeared, and the dazzling golden light once again flowed down through the clouds.

Sprinkling on the Wang Quan Mountain peak that had been razed to the ground.

The Wheel Turning King stared at the leveled, empty mountain peak, without sorrow or joy.

His divine intent swept across the mountain peak again and again, not letting go of any subtle place, but in the end, a touch of scarlet flashed in his eyes:

"Not here..."

Whoosh~

The breeze blew, the Wheel Turning King's monk's robe fluttered, but it could not hide the disappointment in his heart.

Ten lifetimes, spanning three thousand three hundred years, but in the end, this was the result?

"Has everyone really left..."

The Wheel Turning King lowered his eyes, covering the blood red that was almost overflowing:

"The hatred of ten lifetimes, even death cannot resolve!

No matter the ends of the earth, the Yellow Springs or the Blue Sea, this monk will definitely find you!"

......

Whoosh!

In a residential area in Kyoto, in the bedroom on the twenty-third floor, Feng Mingtao suddenly woke up with a start, turning over and kneeling on the ground.

"Ah!"

His face was pale, and he kept retching, as if he wanted to spit out his internal organs, his body spasming, extremely terrifying.

All dreamers have three chances to die in the dream. They will be removed from the identity of the dreamer only after dying three times.

But all the pain of death will not be reduced in the slightest.

There have been many dreamers who could not bear this pain and really died in reality.

Feng Mingtao had a strong will, but this time he died too miserably, and he almost couldn't bear it.

After a long while, Feng Mingtao recovered, poured a belly full of water, and barely got up and turned on the computer.

"Ah! I'm so angry, I'm so angry! I only have one life, only one life! Where did this Celestial Realm master come from?"

"I was so careful, why did I still die? I'm not convinced!"

"Ah!! I almost really died. I was killed by someone the first time I dreamed? Where are the officials? You must give us an explanation!"

"What happened? Can someone tell me, how did I die (question mark face)"

......

Not surprisingly, the Dreamer Forum and the Enforcer Forum had been completely detonated!

But what surprised Feng Mingtao was that there were more dreamers who died than he imagined, and more and more.

He logged into the website for only ten minutes, and the killed posts had been stacked up for hundreds or thousands of floors, and were still constantly increasing.

"He..."

Feng Mingtao was shocked, angry, and his heart felt cold.

Could this suddenly appearing master want to slaughter the entire Jiu Fu Realm?!