Chapter 1 Yuan Yang Shang Di

Just seeing those four words, Russell felt a momentary daze.

In that instant, he couldn't even see the dragon-like giant python dancing wildly in space.

A tall figure sitting on a Dao platform surrounded by stars had already filled his heart, occupying all his perception of the outside world.

It seemed that no matter what means were used to perceive this being, one would inevitably forget everything else.

"He, who is He..."

Russell's heart trembled. This power far surpassed the Undying species in his memory, even…

He couldn't imagine such an existence in such a spirit-starved land, and he couldn't calm his mind for a while.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He saw the giant python dancing wildly in the dark space, its silver-white body dancing like a bolt of white silk across the starry sky. Its body was so huge that it seemed to be able to cut off the galaxy.

Wherever it danced, large meteor showers and even planets were crushed into dust before they could even touch it!

He wasn't the 'humanoid' race he had imagined, but a 'snake-like' race…

Russell suddenly understood.

Was the reason he didn't kill him because they were both 'snake-like' races?

Boom!

Boom!

The white snake danced in the starry sky, as if unable to restrain the depression in its heart, venting wildly.

Russell's heart was heavy, and he vaguely understood why it was wasting so much physical strength on such chaotic and meaningless venting.

Because he felt the indescribable heaviness and pressure in the giant snake's heart.

He could naturally guess why.

But he didn't understand why it still wanted to see that 'Yuan Yang Shang Di' even though it was so fearful and apprehensive.

Huff~

After dancing wildly for a long time, stirring up the star field into a mess, Qi Cun finally transformed back into human form.

With one step, he landed on Russell's body, crushing the latter's face into a frenzy and causing his bones to groan.

"Who is He?"

Russell couldn't help but ask. He didn't even realize that his attitude had changed compared to before.

"He…"

Qi Cun sat cross-legged, his posture like a dragon or snake lying prone, his tone somewhat ethereal and unpredictable, "No one knows…"

"No one knows…"

Qi Cun shook his head, sighed, his tone deep and inexplicable, "Perhaps, when I see Him, everything will become clear."

Russell couldn't understand Qi Cun's thoughts, and wanted to ask again, but Qi Cun didn't answer.

"Little thing!"

Qi Cun slowly closed his eyes, and the aura around him suddenly plummeted, becoming almost imperceptible in an instant:

"Go to the place where you were first beheaded!"

"Hmm?!"

Russell's eyes shook. He was first shocked, then a ferocious look flashed across his face. For the first time, he didn't refute or resist Qi Cun, but lowered his head:

"Alright!"

…

Whoosh, whoosh~

A slightly humid breeze kept blowing on the docks of Freeport.

Truman stood on the torch of the rebuilt Statue of Liberty, standing against the wind, with a solemn expression and a hint of palpitations:

"What exactly is in the starry sky?"

A sudden warning sign disrupted many of Truman's plans. His mental cultivation had reached a certain level, so he naturally wouldn't doubt his senses.

Even more so, thanks to the single-minded and pure heart of the War Demon Heart Sutra, his perception was much deeper than that of ordinary Grandmasters who had seen God.

With his current martial arts and status, even if the world turned upside down and a comet hit Xuan Star, he could survive in the underground shelter built by the Golden Eagle Country.

But even so, he still had such a strong sense of crisis in his heart, which made him feel alarmed.

"Great Lord, what do you feel?"

A tall black man as strong as a bear stood on the river, looked around for a long time, and didn't see anything that could make Truman feel like he was facing a great enemy, so he couldn't help but ask.

"I feel the destruction of the world…"

Truman suppressed the bursts of palpitations in his heart, sighed softly, and made a strange symbol on his chest: "Kratos, this will be a disaster for all mankind…"

"Lord?"

The tall black man, Kratos, was first shocked, then reacted and stroked his chest with his arm: "The Lord will surely be the savior of the world!"

"No."

Truman denied Kratos's flattery, he shook his head slightly: "The savior is in the East…"

"You mean?" Kratos, who hadn't changed his expression when he heard about the destruction of the world, trembled in his heart, and a look of astonishment appeared on his cold face:

"That 'god' of Da Xuan?"

"Maybe it's him, maybe it's not."

Truman jumped onto the river, walked on the water without a ripple, and disappeared without a trace in a few flashes:

"Kratos, the plan has changed, I'm going to the East to meet that 'god'…"

…

The changes in the world are definitely not something that happens overnight.

The pillar of Qing light from Tianlian Mountain pierced through the sky and the earth, like a pillar propping up the sky, never disappearing for a moment day or night. Naturally, it also attracted the attention of all major countries in the world, including Da Xuan.

Such a huge movement naturally couldn't be truly concealed. It spread from the upper echelons of various countries, and finally detonated the world again.

"God! Is this spiritual energy? My chance to condense true qi and meridians has arrived!"

"Incredible substance, is this dark matter being reversed? Is this the 'God Particle'?"

"It's the East again! It is said that the Golden Eagle Country's satellites have photographed the statue of Wang Quan Dao Ren, the founder of the Dreamland Royal Authority Dao!"

…

The changes in the world and the appearance of spiritual energy can be felt by hundreds of millions of dreamers all over the world!

Ten years have passed in reality, but a century has passed in the dreamland.

Even the last batch of dreamers have cultivated for more than sixty years, with predecessors paving the way and 'chips' assisting them.

Even the dreamers with the worst aptitude have long since reached the point where they can condense meridians. It's just that there is no spiritual energy in the real world, so most people, except for a few, cannot accumulate the true qi needed to condense meridians.

At first, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was very weak.

But it was precisely because of this weakness that most dreamers were able to walk smoothly on the road of condensing meridians.

Of course, this was also due to the fact that they had already experienced it in the dreamland.

However, the rise of dreamers has brought great challenges to the old order!

If the governments of various countries hadn't already tried to develop various new weapons in the dreamland based on 'spiritual energy particles', the governments of various countries would have been violently overthrown!

Tong Zhengyang in the past was able to break out of the hinterland of the Golden Eagle Country with his own strength, and even cross the ocean, rampage through Dongying, and break into Da Xuan, causing the entire Special Affairs Bureau to feel like they were facing a great enemy!

Not to mention that among the hundreds of millions of dreamers at this time, there are many who are stronger than Tong Zhengyang back then.

Therefore, this upheaval is a subversive change for dreamers, but a disaster for ordinary people!

In just one and a half months, thousands of incidents of dreamers rising up against the government have occurred outside of Da Xuan!

This has completely aroused the high attention of all governments, including Da Xuan.

"Huff!"

Qing Long rubbed his eyebrows. With his current energy, he felt a little tired, a mental fatigue.

In the ten years of the Great Dream, there are as many as ten million dreamers worldwide, and Da Xuan, as the country where dreamers first appeared, has the most dreamers, infinitely close to 50%!

Even though a large number of them have been 'poached' by various overseas powers and forces at high prices over the years, there are still as many as three million dreamers in Da Xuan.

Suppressing so many 'superhumans' is thorny, even for Qing Long, who is also ranked on the Heaven Ranking in the dreamland.

This is not a matter of fighting and killing, but a collision between the new and old order!

If a dreamer who is invulnerable to swords and guns, can demolish buildings with bare hands, and travel through the sound barrier is not dealt with using the same dreamers, then the army must be used to suppress them!

"The analysis of the data after the Heavenly Change Event has been completed."

In the empty office, the voice of the artificial intelligence 'Ying Long' suddenly sounded. After the algorithm was improved and optimized, Ying Long's voice was no longer so cold:

"The unknown energy particle named 'spiritual energy particle' is the most active of all known particles, far exceeding the second place by a hundred times! Not only is it active, but it can also strengthen people's meridians, the strength and toughness of objects, and vitality…"

"The reason why Poseidon named this particle 'God Particle' is because of this."

Ying Long, whose tone was getting closer and closer to that of an ordinary person, told Qing Long in as soothing a tone as possible:

"This particle has a wide range of properties. When compressed in the meridians, it can achieve a utilization rate close to fusion. When ejected from the body, it can exert the unstable damage of fission… The threat level is full!"

"Is there any way to prevent the spread of 'spiritual energy particles', or to confine them to a certain area, such as a desert no-man's land?"

Qing Long calmed down and looked for a way.

In fact, the think tank of the Special Affairs Bureau had been meeting for two months, and almost everyone had become Mediterranean, but they still couldn't think of a solution.

"The gentlemen of the think tank have analyzed it and proposed a plan. It is theoretically possible to do it if there is enough time, but Mr. Qing Long, we can't do it."

Ying Long's tone was much gentler, but he still analyzed calmly:

"There is only one difficulty, but it cannot be overcome."

"…I understand."

Qing Long's brow furrowed. He didn't need Ying Long to say it.

The only ones that the Special Affairs Bureau couldn't overcome, apart from the old opponent across the ocean who has the world's largest 'Dreamer Alliance', are also only one person.

And compared to the latter person, he would rather cross the ocean and fight Truman to the death.

"Does humanity need gods?"

The battle in the Great Dream three years ago and the riots all over the world in the past month flashed in his mind. Qing Long stood there for a long time.

"Ying Long…"

He arranged the tasks for the next few days in a low voice, and then with one step, he disappeared from the office.

…

The old and thin Garuda stood on the banks of the Ganges River. Smoke billowed in front of him, corpses were everywhere, and the water of the Ganges River was cut off for a time.

All the people who attacked, whether ordinary people or dreamers, were killed by him on the spot.

Bloody and cruel.

Closing his computer, Chu Fan couldn't help but sigh:

"The people suffer whether the dynasty rises or falls…"

In just over a month, the situation on Xuan Star has changed drastically, and the friction between natural humans and dreamers has become more and more serious.

From the earliest arguments to the current bloodshed.

The number of people involved worldwide has reached as high as 100 million, which is a terrifying number.

Videos similar to warlords attacking dreamers have filled the 'Dreamer Forum' and 'Law Enforcement Warrior Forum', and have even spread on various online forums.

This is extremely incredible for the people of Da Xuan who have been in peace for many years, but it has become a reality.

"What exactly is Mr. An trying to do?"

At this moment, even Chu Fan, who had a great liking for Mr. An, was a little surprised and uncertain.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He got up and left the Demon Capital, but before leaving, he went to the Demon Capital Martial Arts Hall.