Chapter 1 Will It Be Like This?

“Could it be like this?”

Chu Fan was a little dumbfounded. He had never imagined that the ‘natives’ in the Wangquan dreamscape, as they were called by countless dreamers, were also dreamers.

“This dreamscape is named Wangquan, so Wangquan Mountain is obviously his inheritance. How could you think that his disciples and their descendants would be treated worse than you?”

Su Jie shook his head: “That self-righteous sense of superiority is a no-go.”

The observer sees more than the player. Although he wasn't a dreamer, he wasn't entirely ignorant about the 'Wangquan dreamscape'.

Just like the various countries had used artificial intelligence to calculate big data, he had also tried it. Although he lacked the necessary information to understand the origin of this dreamscape, he was almost certain that the creator of this dreamscape must have a great relationship with Wangquan Dao.

How could the inheritance of such an existence be ‘natives’?

Even if they weren't trying to get something from Xuan Xing, it must be mutually beneficial, rather than a one-sided win-win for Xuan Xing.

“Then…”

Chu Fan’s throat bobbed, swallowing a large mouthful of saliva, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, he bid farewell to Su Jie and entered the dreamscape again.

…

“Phew!”

Chu Fan returned to the dreamscape, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Mingtao's impatient face.

One hour in reality was half a day in the dream. Although Chu Fan's conversation with Su Jie wasn't long, Feng Mingtao had been waiting for a long time.

If it were normal, it would have been fine, but when he was obviously anxious, it felt even longer.

“Brother Feng.”

Chu Fan had just opened his mouth when Feng Mingtao spoke, but his attitude was completely different from before: “We must return to the mountain!”

“Hmm? What's the matter?”

Chu Fan obviously felt a chill, but before Feng Mingtao could speak, he already understood what had happened.

“Daoist Wangquan has ascended to immortality!”

Before Yangxiao Hall, the long street, wide enough for eight horses to pull a chariot, was crowded with people, and the cries of countless people could be heard.

Daoist Wangquan had shown kindness for three thousand years, and his prestige was unmatched by ordinary sects. Especially in this Nanliang City, 99% of the people were descendants of Wangquan Dao's disciples from previous generations.

If they knew that Daoist Wangquan had ascended to immortality, the entire city would inevitably be dressed in mourning. However, it seemed that no one knew about it before. What happened in such a short period of time?

“A dreamer went down Wangquan Mountain…” Feng Mingtao's expression was solemn, and there was even a hint of fear in his eyes: “He said, he said Wangquan Mountain is empty!”

“What?!”

Chu Fan stood up abruptly, his heart shaking: ‘What Su Jie said, could it be true?!’

“From Daoist Wangquan himself, to the old monsters in the back mountain, to the ordinary Wangquan Dao disciples, they have all disappeared!”

Feng Mingtao couldn't hide the excitement in his heart:

“The world is about to undergo a major change! In the half day you were back in reality, at least a thousand dreamers have left Nanliang City and gone to Wangquan Mountain!”

They didn't go before, but only returned after discovering that Wangquan Dao was empty. What they wanted to do was self-evident.

Wangquan Dao had led the world for three thousand three hundred years, and its foundation was immeasurably deep. It possessed countless treasures, divine techniques, and secret manuals that no one dared to covet in the past.

But now…

“Brother Feng!”

Chu Fan reached out and pressed on Feng Mingtao's shoulder, his expression solemn: “Before, no one wanted to go, and I still wanted to go. Now that everyone is going, we can't go instead…”

“You?”

Feng Mingtao glanced at him: “Wangquan Mountain is empty, and the martial arts of the Wangquan Eight Channels will probably be snatched up. We…”

“The more this is the case, the more we can't go.”

Chu Fan suppressed the turmoil in his heart and told Feng Mingtao Su Jie's speculation in detail, looking at the boiling Nanliang City with a solemn and somewhat strange expression:

“Daoist Wangquan has left, but who knows if they won't come back?”

“This…”

Feng Mingtao couldn't help but shudder.

The countries are herdsmen, and Wangquan herds the countries.

For three thousand three hundred years, Wangquan Dao has been able to stand firm, not only because of the Wangquan Sword, but also because their laws have never been violated.

The law does not punish the masses, and it absolutely does not apply to Wangquan Dao!

At this thought, Feng Mingtao immediately dismissed the idea of going up the mountain. Although he felt infinite regret in his heart, he still forcibly suppressed it.

Whether it was treasures or inheritance, there would always be opportunities to obtain them, but he only had two lives.

“We don't rob the sect's inheritance, but it doesn't mean we do nothing.”

Chu Fan paced to the window, looking at the surging crowd, his eyes deep:

“You and I are also Wangquan Dao disciples! Anyone who dares to rush up the mountain can be killed!”

…

“Although a group of disciples led by Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao, Jing Xiaolou and others stopped those with ulterior motives from setting fire to the mountain, Wangquan Mountain has also been emptied…”

Up and down Wudang Mountain, people were flowing like a river. In a certain pavilion on the mountain, Daoist Juechen sat quietly, looking into the distance, listening to the report from the Daoist boy behind him.

“One wave has not subsided, and another wave has risen! Xue Zheng has not been found yet, and such a thing has happened in the Wangquan dreamscape.”

Daoist Juechen shook his head slightly.

Wangquan Dao was not just a sect. It was the sea-stabilizing needle of the Jiufu dreamscape, suppressing the realization of all the dark thoughts of those with ulterior motives.

Whether Jiufu is chaotic or not, Wangquan has the final say.

Once Wangquan Dao disappears, the storm beneath the calm will arise.

“Teacher, could Elder Zongshi Xue’s departure be related to his previous refusal to join the Dreamer Alliance?”

The Daoist boy looked worried. The Dreamer Alliance had also invited Daoist Juechen.

There were as many as a million dreamers in Xuan Xing, of which 70% were from Da Xuan, 20% were from other countries, and 10% were from overseas Xuan people.

But this did not mean that Da Xuan had the absolute upper hand.

Many countries, including the Golden Eagle Country, were unimaginably generous in order to attract dreamers to join. In three years, heaven knows how many dreamers there were in the Dreamer Alliance.

Although Da Xuan treated dreamers preferentially, it was impossible to reach that level.

Therefore, the current Dreamer Alliance was faintly the largest dreamer organization.

“Alright! My plane is about to take off.”

Daoist Juechen was not in the mood to discuss the Dreamer Alliance with his disciple. He took out his phone and glanced at it, then got up and walked down the mountain:

“During the time I’m away, you are not allowed to enter the Golden Summit or the Golden Hall without permission!”

The Daoist boy looked disappointed, but he could only nod his head.

Whoosh~

Daoist Juechen walked down the mountain, not taking the mountain road, and was faster than imaginable. Soon, he boarded the plane.

In three years, his progress had not been small.

But obviously, the speed of traveling could not exceed that of a plane. Short trips were fine, but long trips, of course, required taking a plane.

The cost of his 'Bigudan' (fasting pill) for replenishing strength exceeded three million Da Xuan coins per pill. Physical strength was much more precious than gasoline.

“Whoosh~”

Daoist Juechen exhaled a long breath, the hot air stream shooting away like an arrow in the cold air, lingering for a long time.

The scenery of Wudang Mountain was beautiful, but even under this mountain, there was a heavy snowfall.

The aftermath of the battle three years ago when the Serpent of Destruction descended swept across the entire atmosphere, causing global weather changes.

According to estimates by the Da Xuan Observatory, the aftermath of that battle would take at least three hundred years to be completely digested by Xuan Xing.

“Halt!”

Daoist Juechen stopped, not because he was tired from the journey, but because a team of Special Affairs Bureau special forces soldiers walked out of the snow.

“Jue, Daoist Juechen?”

The special forces soldiers were fully armed, but they couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Daoist Juechen, but the muzzles of their guns still did not move away.

Three years ago, Tianlian Mountain had been designated as a restricted area. Ordinary people could enter, but martial artists and dreamers were not allowed to enter.

“This is the permit.”

Daoist Juechen naturally wouldn't make things difficult for them. He showed his credentials and passed through the checkpoint.

Whoosh~

The closer he got to Tianlian Mountain, the heavier the wind and snow seemed to become, as if the climate on and off the mountain was completely different from the outside.

But this little bit of wind and snow naturally couldn't affect Daoist Juechen.

“Please have mercy on this old man…”

Before even reaching the mountain, Daoist Juechen's heart stirred, hearing the long sighs coming from the mountain.

He quickened his pace and went up the mountain.

Inside Yixin Daoist Temple, the old Daoist Li Qingyuan, whose Daoist robe was bulging, was shivering and sighing:

“If you stay for another two years, you will directly send this old Daoist away!”

“What does the weather change have to do with me? Could it be that Daoist is complaining that I’ve stolen your incense?”

An Qisheng smiled dumbly, stopped carving the stone statue, and looked at Daoist Juechen who was climbing the mountain: “My body is a little inconvenient, so I couldn't greet you from afar. Daoist, please don't blame me.”

“Daoist Juechen?”

Li Qingyuan belatedly realized that this nationally renowned true cultivator had arrived, and couldn't help but make a salute.

“Daoist Qingyuan is too polite.”

Daoist Juechen returned the salute, took a step forward, and his burly body darted into the Yixin Daoist Temple like a ghost, arriving in front of the two.

He only glanced at An Qisheng, and his brows furrowed deeply, feeling a little frightened: “The injuries that battle caused you are so serious?!”

Daoist Juechen was shocked in his heart.

His boxing skills were very high. Before Mu Longcheng rose to prominence, he was the well-deserved number one in the world, and he had already cultivated to the spiritual realm of ‘seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, and the cicada sensing the autumn wind before it moves’.

At this time, he could see at a glance that An Qisheng's physical condition had reached a state that could be described as appalling.

It was like a porcelain vase that had been completely shattered and pieced together with saliva. It looked intact, but it was actually full of holes.

Bone and flesh separation was not enough to describe it.

In his perception, it was a mixture of flesh, blood, and bones!

Such injuries would cause anyone to die without suspense.

“It has nothing to do with that battle. I just had some problems myself.”

An Qisheng spoke slowly, and his movements were not fast either. He carved on the stone statue unhurriedly: “However, it's not too big of a problem. It will always be resolved.”

Compared to the will as bright as the stars, the body was only at the level of mortals. It was like stuffing the sun into the body of an ant.

If it weren't for his extraordinary control, his body would have already fallen apart, and not even a drop of blood would have remained.

But for him, since he could maintain it at this time, it was not a big problem.

Problems that can be solved are never big problems.

“Your state is worrying.”

Daoist Juechen frowned tightly. Such injuries were simply beyond human power to heal.

“It’s alright, I know my own body.”

An Qisheng waved his hand dismissively, skipping the topic, and asked, “Daoist came to me because of Master Xue's matter, right?”

His eyes were calm.

His Qi seeds permeated Xuan Xing, and he had reached the point where he could replace Xuan Xing's consciousness and become the master of the planet at any time.

As long as he wanted to, there were not many things on Xuan Xing that could be hidden from him.

“I just felt restless and came to see you. There's nothing important.”

Daoist Juechen swept his sleeves and sat down on the ground. Hearing An Qisheng's question, he just shook his head: “Xue Zheng will be fine. Even if he isn’t, there’s no need for a seriously injured person like you to come forward!”

Looking at An Qisheng, the old Daoist's whiskers trembled: “The martial artists of Da Xuan have not all died yet!”

“Daoist is right.”

An Qisheng put away his smile. Perhaps burdened by his body, he sighed inexplicably in his heart: ‘If you could all stand by my side, that would be very good, very good.’

The sorrow was only for a moment, and An Qisheng cut it off so quickly that neither Daoist Juechen nor Li Qingyuan noticed it.

“Rest and recuperate. If you have any requests, this poor Daoist will definitely fulfill them for you.”

Daoist Juechen’s expression was solemn.

Although he was reclusive, his disciples were all over the place, and the power and connections he could mobilize were extremely amazing.

“Okay.”

An Qisheng nodded. He was always happy to accept the kindness of others.

“In that case, this poor Daoist will take his leave.”

But Daoist Juechen was already about to get up and leave.

“Daoist is not in a hurry to leave.”

An Qisheng flicked his finger, and a small pendant carved from the scraps of the stone statue fell into Daoist Juechen's hand:

“This is a small object I carved in my spare time. Perhaps Daoist can use it on this trip…”