From that day onwards, Li Yao used the identity of "Ou Yeming" to begin his miserable life as a low level worker of the Hundred Smelting Clan.
This strange dream was completely different from ordinary dreams. It was even more realistic than the strange dreams Li Yao had since he was a child. Even the passage of time was abnormally slow. No matter how Li Yao tried, there was not the slightest sign of "awakening".
It was as if he had truly become "Ou Yeming" and started a new life.
Being a low level worker of the Hundred Smelting Clan was definitely not an easy task. As time passed, the burden on their shoulders became heavier and heavier.
At the beginning, they had to carry 3000 pounds of water and chop down 50 ordinary trees. Later on, they had to carry 5000 pounds of hot molten iron and chop down 100 steel-like "Golden Stone Wood". They also had to swing the 1020 pound "Heaven Forging Hammer" 30,000 times!
And that "Head Instructor of the Low Level Workers", Juling Shen, seemed to have firmly remembered Li Yao and treated him as a thorn in his side. Every day, he would come to find trouble with him three times a day. If Li Yao had the slightest negligence, he would have to suffer the "One Hundred and Eight Hands Chaos-Gale Hammer Technique". He would be hammered until he hovered between life and death.
Day after day, year after year. In the dream, light flashed and shadows flashed, as if ten years had passed.
The dull and heavy labor and inhumane torture day and night gradually obliterated Li Yao's ego. The name "Li Yao" was already a very distant memory. Even the memories of the past had become the gravel in the deepest part of his mind. They sank to the bottom of the deep sea and no longer raised the slightest ripple.
He had completely become "Ou Yeming", the most outstanding Ou Yeming among the 18725 low level workers of the Hundred Smelting Clan!
Thirty years of bitter training had forged a majestic body of steel and iron. Juling Shen's ruthlessness had also allowed him to completely grasp the essence of the "One Hundred and Eight Hands Chaos-Gale Hammer Technique". He was even more proficient than many of the "Hundred Smelting Clan Inner Sect Disciples".
Besides Juling Shen, no one called him "Ou Yeming" anymore. All the low level workers called him "Big Brother Ou Ye"!
On the eleventh year, he finally became the second lowest level of the Hundred Smelting Clan, the "Iron Forging Worker". He had the qualifications to enter the "Iron Forging Room"!
Following that, time flew by.
In the fourteenth year, he became an outer sect disciple of the Hundred Smelting Clan and obtained the title of "Blacksmith". He was qualified to participate in the forging of low-level flying swords used by outer sect disciples.
In the twenty-first year, he became a "Craftsman". He had an independent crafting furnace and could forge low-level flying swords on his own.
In his twenty-ninth year, he became a "Great Craftsman", the number one refiner among all the outer disciples.
In the thirty-first year, the demonic path invaded. In the war against the seven great demonic sects, Ou Yeming took the lead and hammered twenty-four demonic path Foundation Establishment cultivators to death. It was only then that the entire Hundred Smelting Clan discovered that he had actually evolved the most basic one hundred and eight hands Chaoscape Hammer Technique into one hundred and eighty-nine hands!
In the thirty-third year, Ou Yeming became a disciple of the Hundred Smelting Clan's Elder, Yu Chang Sheng, and became an inner disciple of the Hundred Smelting Clan. After another three years, he was promoted to a core disciple and the Assistant Deacon of the Smithing Room.
In the thirty-eighth year, Ou Yeming stood out from the tens of thousands of young disciples of the Hundred Smelting Clan. He was the first to break through to the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. His title changed from "Big Brother Ou Yeming" to "Senior Brother Ou Yeming"!
In the same year, he married the only daughter of the Hundred Smelting Clan's thirty-fifth generation Clan Master, Tai-Ah Lord.
In the bridal chamber, with a beauty by his side, Ou Yeming was like the rising sun. His future was limitless. He recalled the joke he had made in the past when he was still a low-level worker. "There will come a day when I will become the Clan Master of the Hundred Smelting Clan!"
It seemed that it wasn't impossible.
Presently, he had great power in his hands. He sat on endless resources. His cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. There were many elders of the Clan who looked favorably upon him. Below him, there were countless life and death brothers who helped him. His glory was truly limitless. The peak of life!
It was just that when he recalled the joke from several decades ago, he faintly seemed to recall some things. In the depths of his mind, there was always a wisp of billowing waves that made him feel somewhat uneasy.
"Husband, you will definitely be able to forge the Hundred Smelting Clan into the strongest refining clan in the Three Thousand Worlds …" His wife sat on the bed and looked at him with a smile. Her gaze was blurred, tender like water.
Strange ripples suddenly appeared before his eyes. It was as if something had distorted time and space, tearing open a hole in the world. His wife's face on the bed suddenly became blurry. Hazy, it transformed into another clean and simple face.
"Promise me, don't race anymore. Honestly be a car repair technician. No one will look down on you. There will come a day when we will have our own 4S shop!
"Promise me, Ah Yao!"
He subconsciously nodded. He blinked his eyes and suddenly woke up.
It was a very strange feeling. It was as if his soul had been pulled out of his body and transformed into a transparent phantom. It floated in the air and very calmly looked at Ou Yeming and his wife in the bridal chamber. From a participant who had personally experienced it, he had become a pure spectator.
"I am not Ou Yeming. I am not Ou Yeming. Who am I? I am, I am … Li Yao! "
It was as if a clear spring had gushed out from the bottom of his heart. His spirit gave birth to an incomparably clear understanding. In a flash, he had once again found himself. The memories of the past seventy-two years had also transformed into multicolored fragments, a golden millet dream.
"That was close. That was close. If I had continued to wallow in it and was unable to extricate myself, even if there came a day when I woke up from the dream, the one who would wake up would only be 'Ou Yeming' and not my true self!" Thinking back to the past, Li Yao could not help but sweat profusely.
From this day onwards, he continued to participate in the evolution of the dream as a spectator. Although he had not completely extricated himself from it, he clearly knew that this was a dream. Everything in the dream could no longer cause him any trouble.
From a psychological point of view, this was called a "lucid dream".
And the speed at which the dream evolved also became faster and faster. It was as dazzling as a speeding crystal train. It only slowed down at a few important points, giving Li Yao the opportunity to clearly see the details.
In the forty-first year, Li Yao saw that Ou Yeming had become the youngest elder in the history of the Hundred Smelting Clan. In the same year, he refined the secret sword, "Deep Flash", and beheaded the tyrant of the demonic path, the powerhouse of Jin Dan, 'True Monarch Poison Dragon'.
In the forty-third year, Li Yao saw that Ou Yeming represented the Hundred Smelting Clan in the "Ten Worlds Sword Tournament". With an incomparably tyrannical giant sword, "Hundred Mile Dragon Devourer", he suppressed the crowd of heroes and consecutively cut apart ninety-two divine weapons of his opponents. In one fell swoop, he obtained the title of "Ten Worlds Sword Saint", and became a famous master of swordsmithing in more than ten worlds.
In the fifty-second year, Li Yao saw that the demonic path had once again invaded. They had made the Hundred Smelting Clan their primary target. Clan Master Tai 'e, Elder Yu Chang, and dozens of elders, including Clan Master Tai' e, fell one after another.
At the critical juncture, Ou Yeming was elected as the thirty-sixth generation Clan Master of the Hundred Smelting Clan. In the Myriad Sword Ancient Tomb, he swore an oath of vengeance to the nine heavens and ten earths, as well as the gods and devils of the heavens. Afterwards, he spent three years refining the "Ten Great Divine Weapons", which shocked the various worlds!
Under his command, the Hundred Smelting Clan had become an enormous weapons workshop. It continuously supplied divine weapons to the righteous sects!
In the sixty-eighth year, the last disciple of the nine great demonic sects had been completely annihilated by the divine weapons refined by Ou Yeming!
At this time, no one called him "Senior Brother Ou Ye" or "Clan Master Ou Ye" anymore.
Everyone called him with great reverence — Ou Yezi!
In the hundred and ninth year, Ou Yezi's name had already spread throughout the several hundred neighboring worlds. Even in an unknown world on the other side of the sea of stars, there were people who braved the risk of being swallowed up by the chaotic vortex, crossing one ancient transmission array after another to arrive at the "Great Desolate World", just to ask for a divine weapon refined by Ou Yezi.
The hundred and thirtieth year … the two hundred and fiftieth year … the three hundred and twentieth year …
Finally —
"Grand Clan Master! Old Ancestor! Please think thrice, think thrice! It is simply impossible to travel through time. You are the giant pillar of our Hundred Smelting Clan, you must not personally take the risk! "
Li Yao saw that in an incomparably lofty hall that was shrouded in clouds and mist, no less than ten thousand cultivators were uniformly kneeling on the ground. They continuously kowtowed to Ou Yezi, causing the entire hall to resound with "banging" sounds as blood flowed all over the floor.
The white-haired Ou Yezi stood in the center of a grand and mysterious transmission array. He shook his sleeves and said indifferently, "The myriad worlds are the universe, and the ten thousand generations are the universe. The true meaning of cultivation is to explore the infinite mysteries of the universe. Since this old man, by chance and coincidence, accidentally refined this' Great Time Array 'that has the possibility of traveling through time, even if the chances are slim, I still have to give it a try. I want to see whether or not I can truly travel to the end of time."
After pausing for a moment, Ou Yezi slowly swept his gaze over the disciples in the hall. His face was filled with melancholy as he muttered, "Disciples, there is no need to say anything more. This old man has already thoroughly studied all the magical equipment in this world. I have no more regrets. I only hope that in the distant shore of time, in the new world tens of thousands of years later, there will be some new magical equipment that will make people happy …"
Before his voice faded away, Ou Yezi had already activated the Great Time Array. A dazzling beam of light gushed out from the bottom of the bizarre transmission array and enveloped him.
This beam of light was filled with incomparably violent spiritual energy. Like an overflowing flood, it spread in all directions. The entire hall was trembling under the deterrence of the spiritual energy. All the cultivators couldn't help but raise their spiritual energy shields. Some of the cultivators closest to Ou Yezi were directly overturned by the spiritual energy fluctuations.
And that spiritual energy seemed to be endless. It was still constantly gathering, increasing, and expanding. It was like a spiritual energy monster that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
"No, not good. This transmission array is continuously absorbing spiritual energy from all directions and transforming it into a turbulent flow of spiritual energy. It can explode at any time!"
"Something is wrong with the transmission array. Everyone, get out of here. Run!"
"No, we can't escape. Quick, quickly open your spiritual energy shields. Use your strongest magical equipment to resist!"
"Ahhh —"
In the end, what appeared in front of Li Yao was a cluster of milky white light. Like a surging tide, it completely swallowed the entire hall, as well as the hundreds of floating mountains outside the hall and the entire ocean below.
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