Chapter 1 Encounter

In the cold, dark depths of space, there was actually such a massive human 'corpse'?

Did other civilizations embark on the path of longevity in this world?

As Russell was overwhelmed by shock,

In the depths of space, amidst countless meteorites and asteroid collisions, the 'human corpse' in his eyes suddenly opened its eyes.

Then, boundless light and heat erupted as it turned and sat up. Divine light blazed from its gaze, like a star exploding, a great sun burning:

"Yuan Yang Shang Di!" (Primal Yang Supreme God)

These were words that had never appeared in this universe, but the moment they exploded, they resonated in Russell's mind without any medium of transmission.

Grand, desolate, vast, majestic...

Just four words he had never heard before, and Russell's heart trembled, as if he had witnessed an indescribable, magnificent scene.

It was a towering divine figure sitting cross-legged on a mottled Dao platform, the starry sky as its backdrop, surrounded by myriad suns emitting low hums.

As if bowing, as if worshiping.

'Yuan Yang Shang Di? Who is it...'

Boom!

Endless light and heat slammed in all directions, shaking the eight directions and six boundaries.

Countless meteorites and asteroids drawn in by the 'human's' enormous size were shattered!

Two beams of light, like heavenly swords, pierced through the endless void, shattering clusters of meteorites, and fixed on Russell, whose eyes were filled with terror and whose heart was pounding wildly:

"Little thing, are you spying on this deity?!"

.......

Yue City, within a heavily guarded and strictly isolated underground base.

A small group of people who controlled one of the most powerful armies in the world were watching the previous satellite footage again and again.

The more they watched, the heavier their hearts became. The more they watched, the more they felt powerless.

Ever since they established their position as a superpower in the world-class battle three hundred years ago, even with the rising threat of that ancient Eastern nation, they had always believed that the Golden Eagle Country was the number one country on Xuan Xing (Mystic Star).

In the past three hundred years, they had even initiated meetings to rename 'Xuan Xing' to 'United Star' three times. Although they had failed, they never believed that any country could surpass them.

They had never imagined that one day, someone like this would appear and make their hearts tremble.

Data flowed like a waterfall, constantly changing on the huge projection screen, as the artificial intelligence 'Poseidon' continuously calculated.

Finally, under the gaze of the elders, Poseidon gave its conclusion:

"All weapons in the world are unable to harm him. His speed surpasses that of a rocket escaping the planet's gravity. His power is immeasurable, and he seems to have the ability to cause natural disasters..."

Silence.

Deadly silence.

After a long time, a tall, stern-faced old man stood up and said, "Poseidon, you said the same thing before the giant snake appeared!"

"Because of your calculations, we became the biggest joke in the world. Now the whole country is protesting, demanding equal treatment with the elites, instead of being abandoned in the face of disaster, only remembered when it comes to collecting taxes!"

"The broadcast video has also had a very bad impact. Do you know how many riots have occurred across the country in just a few days?!"

The old man slammed the table heavily, his heart full of anger.

Fear, powerlessness, anger, regret, annoyance.

The old man's attitude reflected the feelings of everyone present. There were many things that the people could not be allowed to know.

This was why they had chosen to tell the people about the 'Doomsday Serpent' only in the last three minutes when all other means were powerless. But who could have imagined that an 'Mr. An' would appear?

As a result, they could no longer hide it, and the most sophisticated public relations could not deceive the people who had witnessed everything with their own eyes.

Even though they had been stifling the people's intelligence for many years.

"Honorable Councilor Michelson, it was your decision to release the video, and it was also your decision to abandon the people. I only provide solutions."

Poseidon's metallic, cold voice sounded: "With the same solution, that ancient country did not experience any riots or any losses other than natural disasters."

"You!"

"Poseidon, are you criticizing us?"

"Someone, check Poseidon and see if its program has been tampered with!"

This time, even though they knew that Poseidon was just an artificial intelligence, many people in the conference room jumped up, almost exploding with anger.

"I am merely restating the facts."

There was certainly no option for lying in Poseidon's program: "Data comparison and decision analysis show that you were wrong, including many of the previous strategies, all were wrong."

The group was even more furious.

An old man, who had remained silent, tapped on the table, awakening everyone: "Are you arguing with an artificial intelligence about right and wrong?"

This old man seemed to have a very high status, and everyone showed respect, and sat down again.

"The core of all the problems lies with that Mr. An."

The old man stood up, leaning on his cane and walking in small steps: "The strong should enjoy the treatment of the strong. We have no advantage over Da Xuan (Great Xuan).

The only thing we can do is pay more, a higher price!"

Everyone was silent, listening quietly.

In fact, after that great battle, this old man immediately launched a strategy to win over Mr. An.

Not only did he visit and give gifts, but he also invited him to settle in the Golden Eagle Country.

They had even done more, sending people to Da Xuan, with the highest level of treatment, to invite all of Mr. An's relatives, friends, classmates, and even the people of the entire Xing City.

To settle in the Golden Eagle Country.

Promising to give up a large state, let Mr. An's father be the governor, and even promising that he could compete for the presidency of the Golden Eagle Country.

Unfortunately, the Da Xuan government was not idle. On the second day of the war, they had already closed their borders, strictly prohibiting anyone from other countries from entering.

Xing City was even more heavily guarded.

"Mr. Dupont, but your plan has failed. Will you continue?"

Someone asked.

Da Xuan's control over the country has always been absolutely the best in the world, throughout history. If they don't want foreigners to enter, conventional methods are simply impossible.

No one dares to initiate unconventional wars.

This invitation plan was doomed to fail.

"We can pay even more, provided we can see that Mr. An."

Another old man said respectfully: "But Mr. Dupont, will contacting his friends and relatives without permission anger that Mr. An?"

"Gods will not reject the goodwill of ordinary humans."

The old man Dupont coughed lightly twice: "Da Xuan's defenses are tight, but they will not, and dare not, restrict the contact of that Mr. An's parents, relatives, and friends with the outside world."

Saying that, he looked around at everyone: "Then, let's go public, publicize the treatment we can give to the whole world!

I believe Da Xuan is a country that values democracy and will not restrict the right of citizens to choose!"

"Go public?!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

The conditions they offered were very high, many of which would affect the interests of many people. Once made public, if they could invite Mr. An, it would be good.

If they couldn't invite him, wouldn't it cause a bigger joke and riots?

"Mr. Dupont, I'm not questioning your decision. If Mr. An is willing to come, then we are willing to give him the treatment of a 'god', but..."

An old man put his hand on his chest and bowed: "But just for a chance, to once again affect the interests of many people, is it worth it..."

"Before this meeting, Poseidon had already asked all the dreamers about Mr. An's deeds in the dream world... That Mr. An was already a famous master in the dream world before the first year of Wang Quan (Royal Authority)! If I'm not mistaken, he was the first dreamer in that Wang Quan dream world!..."

The old man Dupont suddenly changed the subject, talking about information that everyone was already familiar with and deeply remembered: "But you don't know Mr. An's true identity..."

"True identity?"

Everyone was stunned.

Someone tentatively asked: "Could it be that he was once Wang Quan Dao Ren (Royal Authority Daoist) of Wang Quan Dao (Royal Authority Dao) in the dream world?"

They had already guessed this.

Otherwise, they couldn't imagine how Mr. An had obtained the eight Wang Quan swords.

"Truman, the leader of a terrorist organization in Dali Country, sold me a piece of information through some channel for 3 billion Golden Eagle dollars...

A top-secret piece of information about this Mr. An that was automatically shielded by the dream world and subconsciously ignored by everyone..."

The old man said, his eyes shaking, his face showing deep awe.

"What?"

Someone was stunned, information purchased for 3 billion Golden Eagle dollars?

"That Mr. An also has another title in the dream world, not Wang Quan Dao Ren...

But, Wang Quan Zu Shi (Royal Authority Grandmaster)!"

Old Dupont's cane hit the ground heavily, his voice trembling slightly:

"That one who has been famous for three thousand years, the Supreme Grandmaster!!!"

The entire conference room was silent at first, and then became uproarous:

"What?!"

......

How much is a piece of information worth?

Truman didn't know at first, but at this time, looking at the long string of zeros after the account, he finally knew.

Just by selling a piece of information to various countries and major forces, his account cash had surpassed everyone in the world, purely cash.

Only the underground vaults of some large banks could have more than him!

"Wang Quan Zu Shi, Wang Quan Zu Shi..."

On the edge of a rooftop in Rome, Truman held his phone, his face somewhat uncertain.

Uncrowned king.

At this moment, that Mr. An was already the uncrowned king of this planet.

Throughout history, there has never been a more powerful being on this planet than him.

This is,

King of the world,

Lord of the planet,

A resident god,

An incarnate deity walking the earth!

This is an unprecedented miracle!

Everything that he once wanted to do, his lifelong pursuit, was presented on another person's body at ten times, a hundred times the height.

Truman's heart was surging, and then a greater ambition arose.

He can, why can't I?!

"Hmm?!"

Suddenly, Truman's heart moved, and he suddenly looked up, only to see a taller building three hundred meters away.

It was an old man, neither tall nor short, with gray hair neatly combed.

He was wearing a Chinese-style jacket and cloth shoes, and slowly walked to the edge of the rooftop.

"Xue Zheng?!"

A flame ignited in Truman's eyes: "You came just in time."

Many years ago, he went to Treasure Island to challenge Xue Zheng and was defeated by his heavy hand.

That was the first defeat of his life.

"Dreaming for too long will make you forget who you are."

Xue Zheng stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking lightly at Truman three hundred meters away: "Last time I was soft-hearted and didn't kill you, today, I'll make up for it."

......

The internet was ablaze, and the real world was turbulent.

A short video of only a few minutes caused unprecedented dramatic changes on Xuan Xing.

From individuals to countries, all smelled the impending sense of urgency, and a new round of competition was about to begin.

And as the center of all the storms, the source of everything, An Qisheng, after sacrificing Russell's several-kilometer-long torso,

Took that gate to another dimension and slowly returned to Da Xuan.

He strolled through the cities, and countless people recognized him. Many people were looking for him, but no individual or instrument could capture his traces.

Even in the bustling, crowded, and bustling cities.

He went home first.

Friends, relatives, acquaintances, strangers, all had a great change in attitude towards him.

Even if he was still him.

The only ones who didn't change were probably An's father and mother.

When An's father and mother saw An Qisheng, they were first surprised, then resentful, and finally worried.

Not everyone can withstand great changes. They were worried whether their son, who was at the center of the storm and watched by the world, could withstand such glory and burden.

An Qisheng didn't explain, just smiled and comforted them, telling them not to worry too much.

He stayed at home for more than a month.

In those months, he did nothing but accompany his parents, having everyday meals, chatting and discussing things.

An's father talked about the changes in his work. He was no longer a law enforcement officer, but reopened his once-closed martial arts gym. An's mother complained, wondering when she could hold her grandson.

All the changes outside disappeared the moment An Qisheng came back, whether domestic or foreign.

In his world, it seemed that only the old couple's nagging remained.

One day, An Qisheng said goodbye to his parents.

After going out, An Qisheng stopped for a moment. A car stopped beside him, and his childhood friend, Chen Guangke, got out.

"I almost don't recognize you anymore."

After finding a restaurant, the two poured wine for themselves. Chen Guangke drank two liang (100ml) in one gulp and sighed softly.

In just five years, his former childhood friend had changed so much that he was called a 'god' by countless people on the internet. Of course, he felt a lot about such a change.

"People will change. You used to be so carefree, but now you're a father and have two children, a boy and a girl. You're living a happy life."

An Qisheng looked at his only childhood friend.

He was, of course, also a dreamer, but unlike other dreamers, Chen Guangke really didn't like practicing martial arts.

Even though he had learned a lot in the dream world, it was only superficial. Among the many dreamers, he could be considered at the bottom.

"Yeah."

Speaking of children, Chen Guangke smiled.

With the exchange of cups, the estrangement between the two seemed to be narrowed, and they regained their former familiarity. Chen Guangke talked about An Qisheng's childhood, laughing from time to time.

"Don't drink anymore, you're drunk."

An Qisheng put down his wine glass.

With his current physique, it was impossible for him to get drunk. Even the strongest wine couldn't numb his nerves.

"Drunk, drunk."

Chen Guangke drank the last glass of wine, looking at his childhood friend with drunken eyes: "I, well, have no great ambitions. What I want in this life is to save some money, buy some clothes and jewelry for my wife to show off, take the kids to play on weekends, travel on holidays, eat, drink, and be happy... hic~"

He stood up swaying and hiccuped: "You, you have to be careful too. Recently, many people have been asking about you, and they've offered me a very, very high price to immigrate to the Golden Eagle Country..."

"You're drunk, go back."

An Qisheng's eyes flickered. He called a driver and sent his childhood friend back.

He stood by the road. Before long, a straight and capable young man walked up behind him:

"Mr. An, no one will bother your relatives and friends in the future."

An Qisheng nodded, and his figure disappeared into the air like smoke.

The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau shuddered.

Immediately, he didn't dare to neglect and immediately made phone calls to report at each level. Within a few minutes, he had received approval.

He hurriedly began to act.

......

This year was destined to be the most influential year for future generations.

Gates to other dimensions, the Wang Quan dream world, dreamers, the destroying giant serpent...

Each of these things was enough to change the world, and they happened in just one year.

The wave that was set off in the world could no longer recede. Imperceptibly, the world's trajectory had quietly changed.

Countries around the world had reached the highest level of research on dreams and recruitment of dreamers, and their importance surpassed everything else.

The countries that knew An Qisheng's true identity instantly hid this secret in the highest-level secret files.

But even if they didn't know his true identity, it didn't reduce the enormous influence brought by An Qisheng.

The boxing techniques that An Qisheng had learned became the most sought-after boxing techniques, and the medicinal diets he had eaten were sent overseas at prices more than ten times higher than before.

Countless people regarded him as an example to follow and a goal to pursue.

From then on, the curtain of a great transformation that would affect countless years to come was slowly opened.

An unprecedented era of 'Lian Qi Shi' (Qi Refiners) was beginning to emerge at this time.

All the changes in later generations came from this, and later generations called this year 'Da Meng Yuan Nian' (The Great Dream Year).

In the Great Dream Year, Mr. An returned to Yi Xin (Single Heart) Temple...

In this year, the world launched a competition for dreamers. The armies of many countries were training towards the dreamer selection standards.

The powerful physique of the dreamers enabled some aircraft that required extremely high physical strength to reappear from the sealed laboratories.

In the third year, a dreamer had already set foot on the moon, helping the Da Xuan government build the first base with a complete ecological cycle.

The red flag was planted on the moon.

In the same year, other major countries followed closely and planted their flags on the moon.

The interstellar program was launched.

Dreamers were finally integrated into the systems of various countries, or rather, people in the government systems of various countries became the largest proportion of dreamers.

And it was also this year.

A natural person named Su Jie discovered a crystal skull of unknown origin during a sea trip.