Chapter 1 A Massacre on the Border

On the border of Niger, in a desolate mountain forest, the roar of heavy machine guns echoed like the咆哮 of a giant beast, shaking the trees and the earth.

Whoosh~

Feng Mingtao weaved through the jungle, rolling and darting from place to place with extreme speed, dodging the torrent of bullets chasing him from behind.

He was in a sorry state, covered in dirt, gritting his teeth as he fled, his heart ablaze with anger.

He never expected that a simple law enforcement mission would attract such a large-scale ambush.

If he hadn't already condensed the seed of true qi, he would have been killed in this wilderness by the overwhelming hail of bullets.

"The Law Enforcement Warrior forum is being monitored..."

Feng Mingtao was furious, but a cold sweat broke out on his back. Since becoming a Dream Wanderer, he had become too confident.

Otherwise, he would never have accepted this kind of pursuit case in the past.

Da da da da~~~

A torrent of bullets rained down, tearing through the vegetation and raising clouds of dust.

Feng Mingtao was caught off guard and nearly had his head blown off. Cold sweat poured down his back as he dashed forward, covering more than twenty meters in one leap, knocking down a large swath of trees and kicking up countless clouds of dust.

Suppressing the urge to fight back, Feng Mingtao fled for his life, "I have to behead them, I have to behead them, or I'm going to die sooner or later..."

Dream Wanderers could bring back inner force and true qi, but they couldn't bring back the body tempered through thousands of trials in their dreams. His current physical body was not much stronger than before.

A headshot would still kill him.

In a hidden spot in the forest, a masked middle-aged man, monitoring the situation through numerous drones scattered throughout the jungle, was slightly shocked.

"Feng Mingtao was only just breaking through to the dark force realm, how has he become so strong in just a few days? This Dream Wandering, is it really that terrifying?"

He couldn't help but be shocked.

He had been planning this ambush for days, with countless snipers and heavy machine guns positioned to block and kill outside the entire jungle.

Yet, Feng Mingtao had stumbled in, completely unaware, and still hadn't been killed.

"Lost target's trail, lost target's trail!"

Just as he was feeling shocked, he suddenly heard a warning in his ear.

"Hmm?!"

His heart leaped as he sensed an undisguised aura of terror erupting in front of him.

Bang!

Feng Mingtao burst out from the ground, his eyes wide, his rage almost bursting forth!

Rage!

Rage!

Feng Mingtao's eyes were bloodshot as he over-revved the true qi within his body, causing a layer of bloody mist to erupt from his pores.

He had unleashed the desperate technique he had obtained from his dream.

Then, he stomped down heavily.

Boom!

Feng Mingtao had used all his strength in this stomp, instantly shattering the ground within a dozen meters around him. Countless rocks, dirt, and sand mixed together, rising to form a gray wall as tall as a man, obscuring his figure.

"Not good!"

The masked man's heart raced as he fired bullets at Feng Mingtao like there was no tomorrow.

But all he heard was a low roar from Feng Mingtao in the rolling dust:

"Dragon Subduing Palm!"

Before the words had even finished, he had already struck out with his palm. Layers of visible qi gathered, and a substantial gale burst forth for thirty to forty meters under Feng Mingtao's heavy palm strike.

Engulfing the masked man, whose expression changed drastically.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded, followed by a spray of blood. The masked man had been turned into a pile of minced meat!

Having succeeded in one strike, Feng Mingtao didn't even think as he dashed forward, gritting his teeth and jumping down the mountain stream.

Almost simultaneously, a torrent of bullets shifted and swept over, flattening the ground.

......

It wasn't just Feng Mingtao; almost all the Dream Wanderers who took on missions abroad were ambushed.

The reason it was "almost" was because Wang Zhixuan and Gu Changsheng had also gone abroad.

Upon learning that the Law Enforcement Warriors were being hunted, the two immediately rushed overseas, attacking everywhere, clashing with the hunters and ambushers with both sides winning and losing, resulting in a temporary stalemate.

As other Dream Wanderers spontaneously joined, a massive storm was brewing overseas.

......

Florida, the top floor of a high-rise building, a large conference room, silent.

Many white people were intently watching a video projected by the artificial intelligence "Poseidon" of the Golden Eagle Country.

The atmosphere in the conference room was somewhat heavy.

Looking at the performances on each video that should not be possible for humans, everyone present was silent and incredulous.

They felt that the world had become somewhat unfamiliar in a short period of time.

Dream Wanderers, an unprecedented "alien," were about to appear on this planet.

"If I didn't know this was coming from Poseidon, I would probably think a new superhero movie was being filmed..."

After a long time, an elderly white man shrugged and exclaimed with a slightly exaggerated tone.

"Barnard, please don't tell jokes that aren't funny. This is a serious meeting! What you are watching now is likely to be important intelligence that will change the world situation."

A middle-aged white man with a hooked nose interrupted the old man named Barnard with a serious expression.

The latter spread his hands.

"Dragon Subduing Palm, Righteous Saber, Floating Cloud Sword, Dragon Severing Blade... these names are full of the flavor of that Eastern country. Could that dream world be some forbidden thing developed by that ancient country?"

Someone else asked in confusion, "Otherwise, why haven't any Western Dream Wanderers been discovered? Has God abandoned the West and Satan favored the East?"

"This is not a forbidden weapon."

The hooked-nosed middle-aged man shook his head, "That old opponent has always liked to hide himself. If this was something they researched, by the time we discovered it, they would have already researched the next generation replacement.

The discovery of this dream world should not have started from the common people. Otherwise, do you think if our old opponent had eight million of these troops, would there still be a foothold for our great Golden Eagle Empire in the world?"

A metallic voice sounded, that was Poseidon's voice, "Respected members of Congress, the capture plan has failed. I encountered Ying Long's obstruction."

"Increase the capture efforts!"

Someone slammed the table, "We must not allow the East to develop and grow!"

"If the capture plan fails, then we can only try to win them over."

An old man tapped on the table, attracting everyone's attention, and then slowly opened his mouth, "The people I sent should have already contacted some Dream Wanderers. As long as the price paid is high enough, there is nothing that cannot be obtained."

The old man looked at everyone faintly:

"Now, negotiate with the Da Xuan government and stop this meaningless farce. Those Da Xuan people have a tradition of assassinating kings, you wouldn't want to be targeted by a group of 'superhumans'."

The conference room fell silent.

After a moment, someone asked again, "Xuan Country is very interested in many of our country's cutting-edge technologies, and has repeatedly proposed exchanges. Can we propose to exchange the technology they want for one or several Dream Wanderers!"

"Xuan Country will not agree."

Someone shook his head, "The Da Xuan government has a tough attitude. They would cross the ocean for a few overseas Chinese, how could they easily hand over their own citizens?"

This was different from capturing them. Overseas, they could completely detain captured Dream Wanderers for various reasons. If Da Xuan didn't want a full-scale war, they could only endure it.

But taking the initiative to propose a trade would undoubtedly be a slap in the face of this powerful country. They would never agree.

"Heh~"

The person who asked the question was a gloomy-looking middle-aged man. His eye sockets were deep, his lips were thin, and his blue eyes carried the cunning of a fox:

"Da Xuan may not, but some people within it may not be willing..."

"Oh?"

Everyone in the conference room turned their attention.

The old man who tapped on the table was thoughtful, and finally nodded, "Winning them over, attracting them to settle down, can be implemented together with this plan..."

......

The shielding materials on Xuan Star naturally could not block An Qisheng's perception of the dream world, because to some extent, his dream world was connected to the two realms through the positioning of the world anchor point.

Even the world could be crossed, let alone some shielding materials?

He naturally knew about the research on Dream Wanderers by various countries. However, because most of the first batch of Dream Wanderers were in Da Xuan, other countries wanted to "research" them, they had to capture Dream Wanderers!

Walking out of the gate of the Taoist temple, An Qisheng leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. The clouds and wind could not block his gaze. He seemed to have crossed the distant void and saw the chases that were taking place.

Compared to the Jiu Fu Realm, although the human realm of Xuan Star lacked martial power, its monitoring of individuals was extremely strong.

The appearance of Dream Wanderers could not be hidden from the Da Xuan government, and naturally could not be hidden from the other countries that were closely watching Da Xuan.

This battle was bound to begin.

However, he had no intention of intervening. He also wanted to see how the Dream Wanderers who had experienced Dream Wandering would perform.

After a faint glance, An Qisheng slowly raised his head, a ray of divine light flashing in his eyes, as if he had already seen Mars, which was glowing with a dim red light, beyond the starry sky.

Faintly, he could feel a force struggling. This struggle was like a pregnant woman in a delivery room suffering the pain of childbirth, the pain containing an unspeakable sense of agitation.

A great change was coming.

There was no wind in the mountains, but An Qisheng felt the oppressive feeling of a storm coming:

"Is that the interdimensional gate that Lan Lingtong spoke of?"

He muttered to himself.

Mars was at its furthest orbital period from Xuan Star, separated by 400 million kilometers!

At such a distance, unless he completely integrated the Xuan Star's magnetic field, with his current physical body, he might survive without worry in outer space.

Wanting to cross 800 million li to Mars with his physical body was a bit too outrageous.

But, it wasn't like there were no other means to go.

Whoosh~

An Qisheng's eyes flickered as he drifted back into the Taoist temple and stood before the Responsive Altar.

Buzz!

With a thought, the zombie king, Zhu Shang, with a withered face and a hollowed-out appearance, appeared on the empty altar.

Zhu Shang was a little weak and listless, seeing the faint smile on An Qisheng's face, his scalp tingled and his heart raced:

"You, what do you want to do again?!"