Chapter 1 The Pressure of a High Position

New Era Year 40. Rune Dao flourished, and the ferocious beasts that had once brought humanity to the brink of collapse no longer seemed to be a problem.

It seemed that it wouldn't be long before humanity could return to its former peak, becoming the apex predator once again.

Many had long forgotten the crises and disasters of the past, but Su Jie never had.

He still remembered the terror, both hazy and real, he felt when he sensed the will of Xuan Xing.

And the mysterious person who had almost seized his body many years ago.

Even in the current Xuan Xing, that mysterious person could be considered a disaster-level horror, and behind him...

There was also the Xuankong Mountain from the 'Dragon Devouring Realm'!

Recalling the mountain range as large as a star in his fragmented memories, and the 'Feng Tian Rune'.

Even Su Jie felt a little apprehensive.

A complete system of transcendent power was far more terrifying than the giant serpent of destruction that Mr. An had beheaded.

Forty years of Rune Dao, counting the cultivation in dreams, had been a long five hundred years.

His state of mind became more mellow and sensitive. Even without connecting to the will of Xuan Xing, he could feel the darkness and crisis looming.

Even though Xuan Xing had drifted to an unknown star field, the disaster might never have disappeared.

However, Xuan Xing's former pillar of support was gone...

"Mr. An, only now do I understand your pressure..."

Looking at Jiang Shili, who seemed to understand, Su Jie's eyes were calm, but he sighed in his heart:

"Being too tall really means holding up the sky..."

"How are you going to arrange for him?"

Seeing that Su Jie seemed to be deep in thought, Jiang Shili suddenly felt worried. After more than ten years of getting along, it was impossible not to have any feelings.

"Let it be."

Su Jie didn't say much. Jiang Shili wasn't Wang Zhixuan. Her personality was more sentimental. Knowing too much would easily lead to mistakes.

After saying that, without waiting for her to ask again, he lifted his foot, passed through the crowd, and stepped into the dream.

"You!"

Jiang Shili stomped her foot and could only helplessly glance at Han Fangbai, who was excitedly wandering around the square, and exited the dream.

Buzz!

The light and shadows in front of him flashed rapidly, and in an instant, it seemed that millions of years had passed.

Su Jie stood in it, and in a trance, seemed to be able to capture the flow and change of this endless light and shadow.

This was the evolution process of the dream.

Since his state of mind had reached this point, he would come here every few days to temper his spirit.

"Unfortunately, it's only for a moment."

The light and shadows receded, and Su Jie felt a little regret at the foot of a desolate mountain.

The cultivation of the spirit was far more obscure than the Rune Dao, and it was difficult to have a quick effect. It was even more ethereal.

Tempering the spirit with the help of dreams was the only way he had found after he could no longer use the crystal skull.

This was a desolate mountain. In front of the mountain was a boundless spiritual field, and behind the mountain was a range of undulating mountains.

Above the starry night sky were seven blood moons that were almost妖艳red.

Surrounding the seven blood moons, countless rune patterns intertwined, forming a city even larger than the seven blood moons.

This floating city was the city built by the dreamers and could be regarded as their base camp.

Looking up, one could vaguely see countless streamers flashing, which were the dreamers who had just entered the city. Of course, there were also the 'natives' of the dream.

The Rune Dao had evolved step by step. At first, it was just chips. However, to the surprise of many dreamers.

The 'natives' of this Wang Quan dream learned the Rune Dao even faster than they did, and they didn't need chips at all.

"The Dream Maker's understanding of the world is still above mine..."

Su Jie's eyes were calm.

For him, this was a good thing, which meant that he still had room for improvement. On the road to seeking the Dao, there was nothing more pleasant than having a pioneer.

With these thoughts in mind, he took a step and entered the desolate mountain.

The dream world was many times larger than Xuan Xing, and even after five hundred years of development, it had not been fully explored.

Like the Xuankong City, there were many creations that could be called myths, but like the desolate mountain in front of him, there were many more that retained their original appearance.

"Mr. Su, you're here again?"

A slightly helpless childish voice sounded.

Su Jie stopped. In the desolate mountains under the night sky, there were three thatched huts surrounded by fences, with fruits, vegetables, and medicinal herbs planted inside, and a clear spring flowing outside.

The environment was quiet and peaceful.

A little guy who looked about seven or eight years old, with a delicate and pretty face, sighed like an adult, seeming very helpless.

"Little Fa Daoist, I'll have to trouble you to report it again."

Su Jie smiled.

The little boy's name was 'Luan Fa'. He looked seven or eight years old, but he had looked like this for twenty years.

"Master has already said that he doesn't want to see you. No matter how many times you come, he won't see you."

The Luan Fa child sighed, turned around and walked into the fenced courtyard, and gently knocked on the wooden door of the thatched hut: "Master, that annoying Mr. Su is here again."

After calling out symbolically, he turned around, spread his hands, and shrugged, meaning 'See, I knew Master wouldn't see you'.

But in the next moment, a indifferent voice came from the house: "Potter, Jue Chen, and Xue Zheng can't find me. Your progress is indeed surprising."

Su Jie smiled without saying a word, but the child looked surprised.

Crack~

The door opened wide.

Its owner wore a brown玄服, was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were unforgettable.

"Su Jie greets Mr. Mu."

Su Jie raised his hand and saluted.

The person in front of him was the former number one martial artist of Xuan Xing, Mu Longcheng, whom he had met once on Mount Wudang.

"Potter teaches disciples better than I do. You are indeed a good seed."

Mu Longcheng glanced at Su Jie lightly:

"Every year, I will stay in a random place in this world for one day, for twenty-three consecutive years. You have been able to find me. Now, you are number one in Xuan Xing."

A ripple arose in Mu Longcheng's heart.

Su Jie's talent was extremely high. Even in the Human Realm Dao or the Ten Thousand Yang Realm, there were only a few who could compare with him.

To nurture such a person in Xuan Xing alone surprised even him.

At least, he was very clear that if he had not had the experience of those two realms, he would not be as good as him.

"What if I'm number one? What if I'm number two?"

Su Jie's expression was calm, without joy or sorrow.

"You have perseverance and means. You are indeed worth seeing. Tell me, why are you looking for me?"

Mu Longcheng bent down and picked a nameless fruit, and said lightly:

"You speak, and I will listen."

"Mr. Mu's survival is related to Mr. An, right?"

Su Jie asked.

When he sensed Mu Longcheng in the Wang Quan dream, he was very surprised because he remembered that when he first saw Mu Longcheng.

He was killed by Mr. An on the top of Mount Wudang.

"That's right." Mu Longcheng was neither happy nor angry.

"Coming to the dream is also Mr. An's method?"

Su Jie asked again.

Mu Longcheng lowered his long eyebrows: "That's right."

"In that case, I'm done asking."

Su Jie cupped his hands in thanks, didn't ask any more questions, turned around and disappeared into the vast night.

"Master, did that Mr. Su look for you just to ask these two questions?"

The Luan Fa child looked confused and clueless.

Mu Longcheng stopped for a long time before withdrawing his gaze: "A smart kid."

Su Jie's questions seemed to be only concerned about his situation, but in reality, he was asking about An Qisheng's life and death.

And whether he could escape the dream.

And these two questions were actually just one question, that was, whether An Qisheng was alive.

And the answer was self-evident, he couldn't leave the dream, so of course An Qisheng hadn't died.

"Two is already a lot."

Mu Longcheng didn't explain too much, but a deep light flashed in his eyes: "An Qisheng..."

Outside, it had been decades, and in the dream, it had been hundreds of years. Of course, he wasn't wandering aimlessly, but to find An Qisheng.

His mind was clear, and he vaguely understood that this time would be his only chance to get rid of the restraint.

But, An Qisheng, where are you?

......

"It really feels like a dream..."

In the room, Han Fangbai's expression was very dazed, and he was also elated.

He hadn't even really entered the dream, but just spending these days in the dream square had brought him great gains.

The dazzling array of runes and the powerful rune masters undoubtedly broadened his horizons.

"With the dream square, even if I don't enter the dream, the extra time is enough for me to draw a complete rune!"

Han Fangbai was mentally excited.

Rune Dao emphasized that one rune could lead to ten thousand runes. The earlier he could draw a rune, the greater his advantage would be in the future.

In the following days, Han Fangbai devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Rune Dao.

Except for a few hours of sleep, he studied day and night.

Rune Dao principles, Rune Dao operation, Rune Dao system...

With ten times the time, his progress was rapid, making several teachers at the school dumbfounded.

The Rune Dao was difficult at the beginning, easy in the middle, and difficult later. Normally, it could be said that one in ten thousand eighteen-year-olds could draw the first rune.

Although Han Fangbai had some talent, it was only some. In the assessment, he should have repeated a year before he could draw the first rune.

However, with one hundred days left before the college entrance examination, Han Fangbai had already begun to draw the first rune in his life.

"Theoretically, if you have more than 90% mastery of a rune, you can try to draw it. I'm already close to 100%, so it's basically impossible to fail!"

Holding the rune brush, Han Fangbai was confident.

In fact, after seeing many advanced and even top-notch runes in the dream square, he no longer cared about a mere entry-level constant temperature rune.

With a turn of the brush, it landed on the rune paper issued by the school. The strokes were flowing, without any pause.

Buzz~

However, before the rune was even halfway drawn, Han Fangbai only felt a buzz in his mind and his eyes went dark.

His wrist suddenly lost control.

"It's over, I'm going to fail..."

Coming back to his senses, Han Fangbai's heart 'thumped' and he dropped the rune brush, lowering his head with a look of dejection.

Then he was stunned.

On the smooth stone table, the rune was glowing with a dim light. It was actually successful?

"How is this possible?"

Han Fangbai was stunned. Only then did he realize that this rune was not a constant temperature rune, or even any kind of rune in his memory.

Its lines were twisted and strange, but he actually understood the meaning of the runes on it at a glance.

Craftsman?

What kind of rune is this?

Han Fangbai was dumbfounded.