Chapter 1 An Qi Sheng's Plan

An Qi Sheng's eyes lit up.

With a slight sense, he could feel the vague connection between the statue in front of him and the unseen world.

He had no way of verifying how far the Spirit-less Universe where Xuan Xing was located was from the Jiufu Realm where Wang Quan Dao was.

But even if the universe where Jiufu Realm was located was tightly next to the Spirit-less Universe, the distance between the two must be far beyond trillions of light-years.

What's more, the two worlds may not be so close to each other.

For An Qi Sheng and Wang Quan Dao at this time, it was naturally not enough to cross the universe with their physical bodies, unless he could completely master the mysteries of universe replacement.

But if he couldn't cross the two worlds with his physical body, he could do other things.

For example, dream walking.

Connect the two worlds with statues and let all living beings in the two worlds enter my dream!

He once entered the dreams of all living beings to find a way forward, but now, he could let all living beings enter his dream and guide them forward.

Entering the dream of the Great Thousand Worlds could also be called the Great Thousand Worlds Entering the Dream!

Whoosh~

The Dao Yi Diagram rippled like water, and amidst the swirling divine light, a line of text flowed out:

【Dao Yi Divine Power: Entering the Dream of the Great Thousand (Da Qian Ru Meng) has been mastered, level, three stars】

"Entering the Dream of the Great Thousand..."

An Qi Sheng's heart rippled, but he was not too surprised.

Bang~

He stepped down, and an invisible wave shook the ground, and the man-high 'Wang Quan Statue' rose from the ground and was held up by one hand.

He walked towards the Taoist temple.

Then, in the slightly dim room, he sat cross-legged on the futon and slowly closed his eyes.

Buzz~

As his mind turned, the 'Infinite Cave Heaven, Reincarnation Blessed Land' in the depths of his soul suddenly burst into light, illuminating the many descending steps in all directions.

Vaguely, many spiritual imprints of varying light and shadows flew around in the Infinite Cave Heaven like birds.

These spiritual imprints were all those whom An Qi Sheng had dreamed of in Xuan Xing and Jiufu Realm, from experts and scholars who did not understand martial arts to the past Wang Quan Seven Sons and Wang Quan Daoren of Wang Quan Dao.

These many spiritual imprints melted in the burst of divine light, like melting snow, and then, under an invisible wave, turned into countless subtle and unknown lines and disappeared into the void.

Connecting to the unseen world.

Xuan Xing was different from Jiufu Realm, and also different from the Human Realm. Except for a few places, most people had never experienced war or life-and-death crises in their lives.

Moreover, most people were busy every day, even working overtime until late at night. In this state, it was really beyond their ability to spare energy to practice martial arts or do anything else.

Of course, more importantly, An Qi Sheng didn't want to really break the peaceful order of Xuan Xing.

With a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises. What comes with martial arts is the evil of human nature. Having experienced Jiufu Realm and the Human Dao, and twice combing the world and cleaning up the human world, he gained a lot, but he didn't want Xuan Xing to experience it again.

It's not as simple as saying that everyone should practice martial arts or cultivate. Dao can never be lightly passed on, and this is by no means a selfish act.

Therefore, An Qi Sheng's first batch of preachers must be those who 'know the roots and know the bottom'.

......

"How is Old Lu?"

In the magic capital, outside a special care ward of a certain hospital, a group of people waited anxiously. The nurse surrounded was pale. Every one of these people was a well-known figure in the magic capital, and she had only seen many of them on TV.

"Lu, Old Lu hasn't woken up yet..."

The little nurse looked nervous and stuttered a little.

The one in the special care ward was a true expert in the biological field of the magic capital. His disciples were now elites in all walks of life. If he really couldn't wake up, it would be like an earthquake in the biological field.

"I said this hospital is no good. I say, let's go to Xuanjing. Old Liu, isn't your son the dean of a military hospital? Let him convene an expert consultation!"

Hearing the nurse say this, an old man with a square face in the crowd said in a deep voice.

"No, Old Lu can't stand the turbulence at this time. If his condition worsens, it will be terrible!"

The person called Old Liu shook his head repeatedly: "I have already asked Zhiyan to convene experts to come to the magic capital. Whatever equipment is needed, I will bring it all from Xuan Xing. Old Lu can't move!"

As the group spoke, their voices couldn't help but get a little louder.

The little nurse was nervous, but still opened her mouth to remind: "Old Lu needs to rest, you, you can't be so loud..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

A dozen big shots from all walks of life all shut up, more obedient than children who heard their teacher reprimanding them when they were in school.

Only the old man with the square face got up and came to the door: "Can I see Old Lu now? I am his junior brother..."

The little nurse hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist the old man's gaze: "Okay, but only one person can go in."

The old man with the square face nodded.

He walked into the ward.

The strong smell of disinfectant, on the snow-white sickbed, an old man with white hair lay quietly on the bed, and the lines on the ECG monitor beside him fluctuated like waves.

Several doctors guarded beside him, doing various examinations.

"Old Brother Lu..."

Looking at Lu Shiping on the bed, the old man with the square face's eyes were a little blurry.

Although he knew that human life had an end and that birth, old age, sickness, and death were inevitable, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Huh?"

At this moment, a doctor stood up and looked at the instrument with some uncertainty. The previously fluctuating lines had stabilized.

"What's wrong?"

The old man with the square face was a little nervous.

"No, it's nothing, you don't have to worry, Old Lu, he..."

Under the mask, the doctor's eyes were a little uncertain: "Seems to be asleep..."

"Asleep?"

Looking at Lu Shiping's relaxed brows and steady breathing on the bed, the old man was also a little stunned.

Since the end of his cancer, even with the assistance of more drugs and equipment, Lu Shiping had never had such a stable and peaceful sleep.

Comfortable, peaceful...

Like soaking in warm water, like a mother's embrace when he was young, Lu Shiping couldn't remember how long he hadn't felt so relaxed.

It seemed like a long time had passed, or maybe it was just a moment.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"This is..."

The familiar pain disappeared, and under him was no longer a soft mattress, but seemed to be an uneven wooden board.

Something seemed wrong.

Lu Shiping had such a thought in his mind, but there were no fluctuations. He quietly experienced the time without severe pain.

His chest was a little stuffy. Was this bronchitis?

His hands and feet were weak, his stomach was empty. He must have been hungry for a long time. The muscles in his back were a little sore, which must be because he had been sleeping on a hard wooden board for too long.

This feeling was not good, but for him, who had been suffering from serious illness for many years, it was a beauty that he had not experienced for a long time.

This body was not his own.

He knew that his heart would not beat so powerfully, his dim old eyes would not be able to see so clearly even with glasses, and his sluggish brain would not turn so quickly.

After quietly experiencing it for a while, he slowly straightened up and looked around.

Bare walls were Lu Shiping's first impression.

Antique was the second.

That was all.

One table, one stool, one roof beam, empty to an outrageous degree.

"Is this a new life?"

Lu Shiping staggered to his feet, unfazed, because any situation was better than waiting for death in bed.

Whoosh~

At this moment, a gust of wind blew in from the broken door.

In Lu Shiping's somewhat surprised gaze, the dust on the ground swirled and danced, turning into a line of words that he had never seen before, but clearly understood its meaning:

【Golden horses and iron horses, chivalry, martial arts competition, battlefield hegemony... This is the stage for the strong to run rampant, and also the hell where the weak mourn.

The strong sit on thousands of miles of picturesque mountains and rivers, silk and satin, fine clothes and jade food, wives and concubines are like clouds, the weak have bare walls, are skinny, either die by the roadside, or die of illness on the bed...】

This is a long-lasting legend, and also a touching myth - "The Legend of Wang Quan" writer, Fan Zimin]

Here, you can witness legends, and you can also write myths, you can learn from teachers and practice martial arts, and act chivalrously, you can also manage the world and traverse the business world, you can join the army to build a career, and you can also take the imperial examination to become an official...

You can write and draw, and pass on the text for thousands of years, and you can also establish a sect with martial arts and become a generation of grandmasters]

Welcome to Jiufu Realm]

Welcome to The Legend of Wang Quan]

Two years later, it is the first year of Wang Quan...]

"Jiufu Realm, The Legend of Wang Quan..."

Lu Shiping quietly read all the words, touching his chin and thinking: "Which dynasty is this text from?"

......

Southeast of Xuanzhou, near the new city, there is a huge garden with a strong Xuan Kingdom architectural style.

This garden is located in a place where land is at a premium, with elegant decoration and beautiful scenery. It covers a large area, and there are hundreds of people just outside the door.

The owner of this manor is surnamed Gong, and is one of the giants of the Xuan Kingdom who moved overseas.

Having come to the new country for only a few decades, he has already set foot in catering, real estate, finance, ocean trade and other industries, and is financially powerful.

In a secluded place in the manor, Gong Qingzhu was dressed brightly, sitting quietly against the moon in the night breeze, with a trace of thought on her delicate and beautiful face: "Above Seeing the Gods..."

In front of her, the video that has been very popular on the Internet recently was playing.

She had watched this video many, many times, but she still couldn't guess why that ordinary young man who had followed Wang Zhixuan to Xin City to perform a mission had grown to this point in just four years.

The Gong family is a martial arts family with a history of three hundred years. Her ancestors co-founded the Central Martial Arts Hall with Gu Changfeng and Wang's ancestors, and personally presided over the northward transmission of Northern Fist. They are figures of the Taishan Beidou level in the martial arts world.

Although it has declined to this day, the Kung Fu has not been lost. Her Kung Fu is no less than Wang Zhixuan's, and she has also embraced the Dan and crossed the crotch, and touched the Gang Jin.

Naturally, she could see the extraordinaryness of An Qi Sheng in the video.

Moreover, she knew more. For example, in the video, the hideous female zombie was Wang Zhixuan, who had also been restored to her original appearance by that person's methods, and even her physical strength had greatly increased.

Vaguely, she already had a bit of the aura of Seeing the Gods.

"Second Miss."

At this moment, the door was knocked, and the voice of Gong Sanyang, a powerful figure in the Gong family, came.

"The door is not locked, Uncle San, come in."

Gong Qingzhu responded softly. Over thirty years old, her voice was still as delicate and gentle as a girl's.

Gong Sanyang pushed the door open, glanced at the video in front of Gong Qingzhu, and then withdrew his gaze, reporting: "The affairs of the Longcheng Group are over."

"Oh?"

Gong Qingzhu's heart moved slightly: "But didn't take advantage?"

"The Second Miss is right. Although Yan Changsha was killed by An Qi Sheng in the Ares Square, he invited Porter, the second leader of the Beggar Dao Society, back before he died. That white man is not easy to deal with. We eight families took action together, but were beaten back by him, and didn't take advantage."

Gong Sanyang smiled wryly, obviously not only did he not take advantage, but he also suffered a loss.

"Those who see the gods have outstanding physical strength, and their brains will not be too bad. The Longcheng Group and the Beggar Dao Society are both trillion-level giants. If you want to take a bite, you have to withstand the counterattack..."

The night wind slowly blew Gong Qingzhu's long hair, she reached out and turned off the computer, and then gently pulled a strand of hair from her temple, her tone was as light as smoke:

"Father is old, and it's time to retire. It's not convenient for me to come forward, Uncle San, you go."

"This..."

Gong Sanyang hesitated slightly, and then whispered: "To what extent should I do it?"

"There is no such thing as cutting grass and roots in a family. Just send him to Fusang and let him and his mistress's illegitimate son spend the rest of their lives in abundance..."

Gong Qingzhu's face was calm, and her tone did not fluctuate much: "In addition, tell him that no matter how busy he is, he must go to sweep the grave for his mother on August 3rd every year, otherwise, his mistress and illegitimate son will die!"

"Yes."

Gong Sanyang's heart trembled.

The grievances between Gong Qingzhu and her father have been going on for more than ten years, and their struggle has been going on for more than twenty years. Now, it is finally time to make a break.

It's just that he had thought about this day many, many times, but he had never thought that Gong Qingzhu would be so calm, as if she was casually patting off a falling leaf.

Instead of fighting with him for twenty years, her 'biological father' who had almost been killed several times.

But he didn't dare to ask any more questions, he could only agree and bowed back.

The door closed, and the room returned to calm.

Gong Qingzhu faced the moon in the wind, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes: "Mother, he is still my father, but it can't be as you wish..."

After many years of wishes were fulfilled, Gong Qingzhu did not have much joy in her heart.

Her twenty years of hard work were not for power and wealth, but to prove to that man and the entire Gong family that women can also be very remarkable.

Whoosh~

In the night wind, Gong Qingzhu slowly closed her eyes. She slept very little, but for some reason she felt sleepy at this time, but she did not resist. Instead, she slowly entered her dream with a hint of imperceptible melancholy.

"Hmm?!"

In her sleep, Gong Qingzhu seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly opened her eyes. What she saw made her pupils shrink.

This was a woman's boudoir, but it was not hers.

The antique room could not achieve such an effect. The flickering light of the lamp swayed in the room, turning into lines of text in front of Gong Qingzhu.

"Wang Quan, Jiufu..."

Gong Qingzhu frowned. If she didn't have strong confidence in herself, she would almost think that she had been hypnotized!

How could she have come to this place?

Who was the mastermind behind the scenes?

What was his purpose?

Da da da~

While she was still in shock, the door was knocked, and a clear call came from outside the door:

"Senior Sister Qing, it's past the fourth watch, it's time for the exercises stipulated by Senior Sister Wushuang..."

Practice?

Senior Sister Wushuang?

Strange and familiar memories surfaced in her mind, and Gong Qingzhu's eyes gradually lit up.

According to her memory, the place where she was was called the White Lotus Demon Sect, which belonged to the Six Hells Demon Sect, a world-class terrorist organization. She was an outer disciple of the White Lotus Demon Sect.

And that Senior Sister Wushuang was said to be the personal disciple of the White Lotus Demon Sect's master. She was the only young person in the White Lotus Demon Sect and even the entire Six Hells Demon Sect who could be compared with Feng Qingxuan, the Holy Son of the Six Hells.

"Okay."

With a flash of thoughts, Gong Qingzhu responded calmly.

She pushed the door open, but outside the door was a girl in green clothes, about twenty-six or seven years old, who looked delicate and lovely, but Gong Qingzhu could feel a hint of crisis.

"Senior Sister Qing, have you heard that the Duoling Demonic Art is said to have appeared in Fengzhou, Feng Kingdom? The Scarlet Training Demon Sect, the Great Sun Demon Sect, and the Purgatory Demon Sect have all sent people there! Senior Sister Wushuang is said to want you to go..."

The girl in green clothes said in a low voice.

Gong Qingzhu had many doubts in her heart, and could only respond indifferently.

But the sense of disharmony in her heart was getting deeper and deeper. What was going on?

A game of aliens?

Or say.......

.......

Boom!

The Infinite Cave Heaven was earth-shattering, and awakened Yan Changsha who was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

"Huh?!"

Yan Changsha frowned, only to see the steps under him suddenly rising, and looking around, the many steps also vibrated.

The high ones fell, and the low ones rose. Soon, they had formed a white jade square of unknown thousands of meters long and wide.

And the white light gate that was originally out of reach was only a short distance in front of him, and in the next moment, with an unquestionable momentum, it swallowed him in one gulp!

Not only Lu Shiping, Gong Qingzhu, and Yan Changsha in the Infinite Cave Heaven.

On the eastern hemisphere of Xuan Xing, under the same sky, Feng Mingtao, Tan Jingshan, Li Qingyuan, Jing Xiaolou, Wang Zhixuan, Jiang Shili, Chu Fan, Yi Feibai, Luo Neng, Li Yan, Wang Anfeng, Gu Changsheng...

Anyone who An Qi Sheng had ever seen or dreamed of, regardless of whether they practiced martial arts or their level of boxing, all entered his dream after An Qi Sheng closed his eyes!