In the depths of the Dark Forest, there was a hillside that very few people set foot on.
There was not the slightest bit of demonic Qi in this place. It was a pure land.
On top of a gigantic boulder, a silhouette could be seen lying on it. This silhouette was none other than Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian did not even know where he was. He only knew that he had to protect his will.
The 12 Linked Chains Needle Technique. Uncle Black had once warned him not to use the needles before stepping into Yuanfu. He had no way to withstand the explosive power of his Bloodline Limit. Previously, it was only because he was under the care of those from the Emperor Star Academy that he managed to escape unscathed. But this time around, not only did he have to use the needles, his body was also severely injured. How could his life not be in danger?
At this moment, Qin Wentian had no strength left in his body. He could only maintain his vitality with his strong willpower.
"I can cultivate in my dreams."
Qin Wentian was very clear that for cultivators, strength would allow their vitality to flourish. If he wanted to live, he had to recover his strength first. However, to his astonishment, he discovered that this space seemed to be isolated from the Heavens and Earth. He had no way to sense the constellations around him, nor was he able to draw astral energy into his body.
This situation made Qin Wentian feel a little desperate. Without energy in his body, he might even starve to death in a few days.
"Could it be that this place will be my burial ground?" Qin Wentian's heart was filled with reluctance. He couldn't die here.
He wanted to break through the shackles of this space. His strong will gave birth to a powerful dream consciousness, allowing him to spy on this space.
On this vast and empty land, he was the only one lying on a gigantic rock, feeling so helpless. But at this moment, in his dream, he saw a mountain peak that was faintly discernible not too far away, piercing through the heavens.
"This is not my dream." Qin Wentian's heart pounded violently. After which, more mountain peaks appeared, all the way until there were nine towering peaks that towered into the heavens. Qin Wentian's heart was filled with awe.
The nine peaks were like objects from beyond the heavens, faintly discernible. Was this all real, or was it a dream?
Even Qin Wentian himself couldn't tell the difference.
Qin Wentian's will drifted about as he saw a scene of a middle-aged man in green robes roaming the world. He arrived at the top of a mountain, and upon seeing the beautiful scenery, he decided to take a nap on a huge rock.
When he fell asleep, nine peaks appeared around the hillside. Then, countless images appeared on the nine peaks.
Qin Wentian's eyes couldn't take it all in. He saw the middle-aged man plucking a constellation from the sky with a single hand, he saw the green-robed middle-aged man cleaving apart mountains and rivers with a single slash, and he even saw the middle-aged man piercing a hole in the heavens with a single finger.
However, everything seemed to be a dream.
After the middle-aged man woke up, he patted the dust off his body and smiled. After that, he walked away in a carefree and unrestrained manner.
As for the mountain peaks, they disappeared without a trace.
"In a dream, I can travel the world, in a dream, I can see the past and present, in a dream, I can pluck the stars and moon, in a dream, I am the craziest. Life is but a dream, why not be carefree and have a great dream?"
The middle-aged man laughed in a carefree and unrestrained manner, leaving behind a great dream on the hillside.
"A great dream."
Qin Wentian's heart trembled slightly. His will drifted towards a certain mountain peak as the image of the mountain flickered unceasingly. In an instant, Qin Wentian felt a suction force gushing over, wanting to devour his will.
He discovered that he was already in the image of the mountain peak. This place seemed to be recording a dream.
The middle-aged man in green transformed into a Kunpeng, soaring between the heavens and the earth. That pair of huge eyes suddenly stared at Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian only felt a terrifying demonic light flashing in the eyes, sharper than swords. With a miserable shriek, Qin Wentian felt as though he was about to die.
"No …" Qin Wentian roared in his heart. His consciousness was still alive in this world, how could he die?
"Since it's just a dream, why would I be afraid of this Heaven Dominating Qi?"
Qin Wentian abruptly inclined his head, not fearing that pair of demonic eyes at all. It was as though a myriad of beams of light could penetrate through his body, yet his heart remained unmoved.
The Kunpeng soared through the heavens and earth, riding the wind for tens of thousands of miles. Who could compete with its speed?
Qin Wentian's heart trembled violently. His consciousness retreated from this image and entered the second mountain peak. In the second mountain peak, the middle-aged man in green transformed into an ancient deity, capable of plucking the stars from the heavens and earth. Qin Wentian didn't know how many times he had died. Time and time again, he endured that destructive intent, using his strongest will to prevent his consciousness from being extinguished.
On the third mountain peak, the middle-aged man in green could shatter mountains and rivers with a single finger. With a single point of his finger, the heavens and earth were destroyed, everything was destroyed.
On the fourth mountain peak, the middle-aged man in green roared, causing the mountains to crumble and the earth to split apart.
…
On the ninth mountain peak, the middle-aged man in green could see through everything with a single glance. All living beings would be annihilated under his gaze.
It was unknown how many times Qin Wentian had experienced the agony of being on the verge of death. Under that kind of pressure, he was like a grain of sand in a desert, so insignificant and insignificant. However, he still managed to preserve his life.
Nine ancient mountains, nine types of towering wills. Each and every one of them possessed the power to destroy the heavens and earth.
Qin Wentian's consciousness retreated as he sighed. What a great dream.
Although the middle-aged man in green had left behind a dream here and his strength was extraordinary, Qin Wentian didn't believe that the nine mountain peaks were real.
Just like what the middle-aged man in green had said, life was just a dream. Why not be carefree and unrestrained?
"Nine ancient mountains, nine dreams. Why aren't these the nine abilities of the middle-aged man in green?" Qin Wentian mused in his heart. Each dream contained the power to destroy the heavens and earth. But why couldn't the middle-aged man in green magnify his strength to the max, allowing him to have a great dream?
"Genius."
Qin Wentian sighed. This middle-aged man in green was definitely a genius.
He had once thought that the Great Dream Astral Soul required a specific innate technique to unleash its power. However, the middle-aged man in green had given him a huge shock.
Dreams, in and of themselves, were a type of power. The power of dreams could be found everywhere.
Qin Wentian seriously contemplated. Right now, he had calmed down and was no longer as fearful of death as before. He wouldn't die. This kind of conviction grew stronger and stronger.
"Let's have a grand dream." Qin Wentian murmured in a low voice, protecting the strand of his will as he contemplated the painting of the nine peaks.
Time slowly flowed by. On the first mountain peak, the painting shone with a resplendent light. At this moment, in the Dark Forest, many demonic beasts could be seen heading in this direction.
After a period of time, they saw a second mountain peak appearing. Momentarily, a terrifying sealing force appeared, causing the demonic beasts to tremble in fear.
These demonic beasts knew that this place sealed all external energy. Without Yuan Qi, without Demonic Qi, they would be trapped in a dream, not knowing where they were.
However at this moment, in that space, the dreamlike mountain peak actually appeared, emitting a resplendent light.
When the nine mountain peaks lit up, a terrifying energy permeated the air. Terrifying waves of energy gushed forth, enveloping the entire Dark Forest, sealing everything. The demonic beasts started to go into a frenzy as they frantically tried to escape.
In the air, the Blackwind Condor's eyes gleamed with sharpness as it stared in that direction. Did that young man who could create dreams really resonate with that dream?
The nine mountain peaks converged together in the air, transforming into a resplendent screen that isolated everything from the outside world.
In the middle of that screen, in Qin Wentian's dream, a silhouette flickered. This silhouette was none other than the middle-aged man in green. Naturally, only Qin Wentian could see the appearance of the middle-aged man in green.
At this moment, he was smiling as he stood in the air, staring at Qin Wentian.
"Qin Wentian pays his respects to senior. Is this a dream?"
Qin Wentian couldn't help but to respectfully greet the middle-aged man.
"This is my dream will. You can enter my dreams and allow a strand of my dream will to manifest itself. I'll bestow upon you a stroke of good fortune. What do you want?" The middle-aged man smiled as he stared at Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian stared at the screen of light in the air as he spoke, "Senior, you must have used a sealing technique to seal this dream here, right? I want the nine mountain peaks to not obstruct my cultivation."
"That's simple." The middle-aged man's footsteps trembled as the sealing technique shattered. "From now on, this sealing technique will not obstruct your cultivation. What else do you want?"
"I want the Demonic Qi of the Dark Forest to be absorbed into my body, transforming into the Kunpeng Imprint." Qin Wentian spoke again, only to see the middle-aged man grabbing out with his palm. Momentarily, the entire forest howled as boundless demonic qi gathered there, transforming into a terrifying vortex that flowed unceasingly into Qin Wentian's body.
"If you can't digest it, this can't be considered good fortune. What else do you want?" The middle-aged man continued.
Qin Wentian's eyes gleamed with sharpness, akin to an unsheathed sword. The reason why he was in such a dangerous situation today was all because of the Third Prince of Chu, as well as Luo Qianqiu and the others. In the future, he would definitely 'repay' them.
"I want this Chu Country to not be able to obstruct my path." Qin Wentian's voice rang out. The middle-aged man laughed again, "I'll leave this for you to do, it can't be considered a request."
"Obtaining this opportunity can be considered good fortune, junior doesn't dare to ask for too much. In the future, if there's a chance to meet with senior again, I will definitely thank you personally." Qin Wentian respectfully replied.
"A good fortune, a dream. Since you are able to activate the dream I left behind, allowing me to manifest my dreamwill, this can also be considered good fortune. Even if you don't want good fortune, I will still bestow you good fortune. This is my path of cultivation, it has nothing to do with you." The middle-aged man laughed. After which, his eyes flickered as a resplendent imprint rushed into Qin Wentian's sea of consciousness.
Qin Wentian's sea of consciousness trembled as he awoke from the dream. At the same time, the dreamwill of the middle-aged man soared into the horizon, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
A good fortune, a dream, this was his path of cultivation.
On the lonely hillside, only Qin Wentian quietly lay there. There was no middle-aged man, no screen of light, no nine mountain peaks.
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