Chapter 1 That's All Folks

Whoosh!

The sea surged, waves crashing and churning incessantly.

The Special Affairs Bureau experts who had been swept away were all somewhat dazed. Even masters like Bai Hu and Su Jie couldn't remain calm.

Compared to that earth-shattering sword strike, they were even more shocked by the identity of the purple-robed youth.

Wang Quan sword?!

No one would think he was lying. Not to mention his face, which was seven parts similar to Mr. An, just the incomparably familiar sword light was unmistakably from the Xuan Xing.

But how was this possible?

A sword that not only had a human form but could also speak?

Had it become a spirit?

Even though they had experienced many incredible things recently, everyone was still a little bewildered.

"Roar~"

A muffled roar came from beneath the sea, painful and unwilling.

"He's still not dead?"

Wang Quan sword glared.

Although his own power was limited by the quality of his material, that demigod was already near death, yet he could still withstand his sword qi?

He wanted to strike again but suddenly shuddered, as if sensing something, and lowered his hand:

"Undead, it's useless."

With that, he fell from the sky, a flash of purple light piercing through the wind and waves to land on the deck of a yacht.

"You, you..."

Several Special Affairs Bureau experts took a step back, their faces full of fear.

Wang Quan sword swept his gaze over the crowd on the ship, raised an eyebrow, and seemed to have a hint of envy: "So, you're all human."

"Wang Quan sword?"

Xu Hongyun climbed up from the deck, his eyes blazing as he stared at Wang Quan sword: "Are you Mr. An's Wang Quan sword?"

The other experts of the Special Affairs Bureau were very fearful, even terrified, but Xu Hongyun was different. He stared at Wang Quan sword, the heat in his eyes almost overflowing.

A sword that had transformed into a human form was even more bizarre than the illusory flying swords in legends.

"Mm."

Wang Quan sword grunted, acknowledging the statement.

After returning from the dream, An Qisheng naturally began to try the newly acquired Daoyijing (Taoist Canon) magical power ‘Creation,’ but the Daoyijing magical powers were extremely complex.

Even An Qisheng couldn't grasp them in a short time. The only thing he could enlighten was the Wang Quan sword, which had already developed a strong spirituality and would not resist in the slightest.

Whoosh~

Daoist Juechen leaped onto the deck, his tall body trembling slightly. Although the mysterious man didn't seem to know any close combat techniques, the absolute difference in power still caused him considerable injury.

"Old Xue!"

Xu Hongyun exclaimed. Daoist Juechen was holding Xue Zheng.

"He has no injuries, but he can't be awakened."

Daoist Juechen looked at Wang Quan sword with a complex expression, a tremor in his heart.

The sword fell from the sky with great force, capable of cleaving islands and cutting through the sea, but Xue Zheng, who was beneath the sword's edge, had not suffered the slightest damage.

What level of control was this beyond incredible?

"The old man will be fine."

Wang Quan sword's brow twitched. His attitude toward Xue Zheng was very different. Before anyone could see how he moved, he was already in front of Daoist Juechen.

His slender finger landed on Xue Zheng's brow:

"The old man was alert and entered the dream realm. When I erase the monster's traces, the old man will naturally return."

Daoist Juechen's brow furrowed.

Wang Quan sword's casual step, his calm finger placement, his demeanor and aura were very similar to An Qisheng, and this was not deliberate imitation.

This was truly of the same origin.

Whoosh~

Not long after the finger landed, Wang Quan sword retracted his hand, sensed it slightly, and said, "The old man's body is depleted. That monster deserves to die ten thousand times!"

He suddenly became angry, and a cold, sharp aura, like a cold current, swept across the sea, freezing the bodies of everyone on the deck.

Fortunately, the anger subsided as quickly as it rose. Otherwise, everyone present suspected they would collapse on the ground.

"Thank you."

Daoist Juechen nodded and handed Xue Zheng over to several Special Affairs Bureau experts who came up to help him to the cabin to rest.

Then he looked at Wang Quan sword again and sighed softly:

"Little Friend An still cares..."

At this moment, Daoist Juechen suddenly felt a deep sense of mystery and truly felt the change.

The once ignorant young friend had reached a realm he could no longer reach.

Across the vast ocean, had he foreseen what would happen?

He had rarely felt defeated in his life, but now he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration, and he immediately became alert that his state of mind had been shaken.

"That monster is not dead yet."

Xu Hongyun probed Xue Zheng's pulse, breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the cabin, looked at the island still visible in the rolling waves, and gritted his teeth:

"We have to destroy this island to kill him!"

Daoist Juechen did not reply, looked at Wang Quan sword, who shook his head: "The old man wants him alive, so let him live."

"This…"

At this time, Mr. Di also boarded the ship, came forward with a smile, wanting to say something.

Wang Quan sword ignored him, just nodded to Daoist Juechen, and once again turned into a light and disappeared over the sea.

He did not yet have a vessel that could withstand his presence and could not exist in the world for long.

He lingered a little for Xue Zheng's sake, but once that was done, he naturally didn't bother to stay.

Mr. Di's hand froze in mid-air, but he wasn't embarrassed, coughed lightly, and took Daoist Juechen's hand: "Thank you, Daoist, for saving us. Otherwise, we would have suffered heavy losses again."

"Captain Di is too polite."

Daoist Juechen was too embarrassed to slap his hand away, and his attitude wasn't very good: "However, after returning this time, this Daoist suggests that you carefully consider the reason for this near-total annihilation!"

With that, Daoist Juechen ignored him, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards the cabin.

He was seriously injured in this battle. Although his body tempered by the power of deity was strong, it was still a bit much for him to handle. He had no time to argue with these politicians.

"Cough cough~"

Mr. Di's old face was slightly unable to hold on, coughed several times, and looked at Bai Hu: "Captain Bai Hu, this matter..."

"This matter, Mr. Di can handle it himself."

Bai Hu's face was cold, and with a step, he somersaulted into the sea, to meet several special warfare team members supporting Chu Fan.

"..."

This time, Mr. Di's face really couldn't hold on, his chest rose and fell several times, hesitated for a moment, did not call Su Jie who had just boarded the ship, but called Ying Long: "Ying Long, withdraw other actions..."

"Yes."

With the authority, Ying Long naturally would not refuse his request, silently acted as a step for him to step down.

"Wang Quan sword..."

Su Jie looked at Mr. Di's strange expression, holding the retrieved crystal ball, but his heart kept thinking about the purple-robed youth who claimed to be 'Wang Quan sword'.

Is this, a demon?

......

Crack~

Thunder rumbled.

It rarely thunders in winter, but since the weather was messed up after the battle three years ago, all kinds of abnormal weather followed one after another.

Thunder in winter, snow in June had appeared more than once in various cities, and many people had long been accustomed to it.

"Ah~"

Lin Peng irritably slapped the keyboard, threw away the mouse, and lost again.

"It's getting harder and harder to get people together. That bastard Haozi is nowhere to be seen now."

Lin Peng was a little annoyed. He used to have a group of fixed friends to play games together, but after one of them became a ‘Dream Walker,’ everything changed.

The dream game that came out of nowhere suddenly became the most popular game in the world, bar none.

Even though the number of Dream Walkers was very small compared to the number of game players, it still couldn't affect the game players' praise and pursuit of this game.

A game that was 100% real, didn't take up work time, and could even bring back supernatural powers was a huge temptation for game player groups who had been bitter for a long time.

This could be seen from the ‘Dream Walker Training Classes’ that sprung up all over the country like mushrooms after rain.

"Fuck! I'm not playing, I'm not playing!"

Several people who played games together were very disappointed. They were not familiar people, and the cooperation was a problem. For a time, they lost interest in playing.

"Pengzi, are you still playing?"

In the game, a friend asked.

"Forget it, it's boring to play, I'm not playing. Let's call it a day."

Lin Peng closed the game and wandered aimlessly on the Internet.

Speculation! Another identity of the Human God, he is actually...]

I didn't expect the Human God to be..., he is hiding too deeply...]

Worship the Human God, may I not fail the exam...]

Confession post! Not much to say, monkey, those who understand will understand!]

Data analysis of Truman, the number one on the Earth List...]

......

Opening various forums, you could see similar posts, opening them at random, they were all clickbait, piecing together things randomly, things without any basis.

"He's already been deified?"

Lin Peng shook his head.

Mr. An, who killed the Destruction Serpent three years ago, is now undoubtedly the world's number one 'internet celebrity', and the heat about him has remained high for three years.

Not only Da Xuan, but all over the world.

This is normal. In this day and age, masters who rely on忽悠 (hū you, to bluff, deceive) have a lot of followers, let alone such a being who has truly manifested his divinity globally.

It's just that this one is still alive, otherwise, he would have been pulled into ‘deification’ by various religions long ago.

In fact, this one now also works part-time as various gods on the Internet, including but not limited to ‘God of Wealth,’ ‘Old Man Under the Moon,’ and ‘God of Sending Children.’

This is a ‘Dream Walker Forum,’ in which many Dream Walkers share various things.

Or record their dream journey, or share the interesting customs and local conditions, and even some snack recipes that do not exist in the real world.

More are interpretations of dreams, how to join the Wang Quan Dao at the beginning, and how to practice advanced martial arts at the beginning.

Of course, there are also various large and small organizations, real or fake, recruiting people, and the conditions offered make Lin Peng's eyes heat up.

Unfortunately, he is not a Dream Walker.

"Sharing so much, why don't you tell me how to play this game?"

Looking at the pop-up ad, Lin Peng was speechless: "This forum is too bad, why are there still ads popping up?...

Damn, I'm infected? Why can't I close the x?!"

Wait.....

Looking at the plug in his hand, and then at the still-lit screen, Lin Peng's scalp was a little numb.

This is also possible?!

What's going on...