Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 542 Long Dream
Wang Luo's curiosity soon melted away in a strong sense of immersion... It was as if he was swept into a torrent of thoughts, and any form of consciousness was gradually lost in the torrent.

Then, the picture in Wang Luo's mind was gradually dyed with the color of the torrent. It was a majestic platinum color that could make anyone think of the color of a holy and tall person at the first time.

In the platinum light, there flowed a fairy song that was refreshing and carefree. The song outlined a rushing river against the platinum background. The water in the river was sparkling, and the outline of the water was also dyed with golden luster.

On the river, Wang Luo drifted with the flow, his consciousness was soaked by the river water, countless immortal spells and magical powers passed by his eyes and whispered in his ears... It was the supreme truth that was enough to drive any mortal practitioner crazy. As long as he absorbed a little bit, he could turn decay into magic and make a leap on the road to immortality.

But Wang Luo's mind was lost in the rushing river. The immortal magic lingering around him was light and joyful, but he could not hear it. The supreme classics were open before his eyes, but he turned a blind eye to them.

Until a heavy voice came from the sky.

"Wake up."

In an instant, the rushing river, the gold fragments on the water, the melodious fairy songs... all came to an abrupt stop, and Wang Luo was able to wake up from the river.

Then he saw a face that looked exactly like his own—the face that belonged to the Lord of Heaven.

But upon closer inspection, he was very different from me, more mature, but also more tired... At the same time, more illusory, like a spring without a source.

It was also at this time that Wang Luo became more clearly aware that the Lord of Heaven was already a dying man with not much time left...but before, he had always acted relaxed and at ease, and there was no sign of death at all.

Should I say, I am worthy of being myself?
"Hehe, stop imagining nonsense and get down to business." The Lord of Heaven could naturally see what the other party was thinking. He smiled and explained, "How do you feel here?"

Wang Luo looked around and said frankly, "It's both rustic and luxurious."

"Haha, that's an accurate assessment!" The Lord of Heaven seemed to share the same sentiment. He nodded vigorously and said, "As you can see, this is the Primordial Illusionary Realm. Right under our feet is the entrance to the illusionary realm, the Sun River."

Wang Luo was stunned when he heard this: "Taichu, Sun... you are just trying to take advantage of my invention."

The Lord of Heaven laughed and said, "She also copied others... and since I copied even the Heavenly Venerable, how could I not copy the Great Illusion? Using the Great Illusion to contain the remaining soul of the Heavenly Venerable, this plan is more powerful than thousands of immortal ways. If I don't copy it, I will be sorry for those immortal ways that are being trampled underfoot."

After a pause, the Lord of Heaven continued, "Unfortunately, Heaven has exhausted all the power of Jingzhou to barely create a prototype of a Heavenly Venerable, and is unable to completely copy the Taixu Fantasy Realm of the Immortal Alliance. That kind of vast formation that condenses and integrates the souls of billions of creatures cannot be imitated by any immortal. Or it is precisely because we are immortals that we cannot achieve the richness and diversity of mortals. You can also see that compared with the scenery on the Taiyin River, the scenery here is indeed 'rich and magnificent', but it is just rustic and luxurious."

Wang Luo recalled the feeling when he immersed himself in the river water just now, and said with enlightenment: "When I left my spirit and traveled in the void before, I crossed the Taiyin River and could feel the thousands of different scenery on the river. The travelers from all over the void were like colorful paints, each leaving a color in the illusion..."

"This is a good analogy. When the Taixu walkers of the Immortal Alliance walk, they leave colorful trails. When the thousands of colorful trails are superimposed, they become the night sky. On the other hand, the footsteps of everyone in the Heavenly Court are all brilliant and flawless. Even if they are superimposed many times, they will only become more magnificent... Of course, now that Jingzhou is in decline, there are actually not many immortals who can come here to superimpose their footsteps. Even if the immortal servants and spirit beasts in their respective caves are counted, the number is less than one hundredth of that of the Immortal Alliance, so it is inevitable that it is relatively monotonous. Moreover, the nutrients that make up the Taichu Illusion are the devout faith of the immortals in the Heavenly Court in the Heavenly Venerable, which makes it even more purified."

As he spoke, the Lord of Heaven stepped onto the river. His white boots left slight ripples on the river, and from the ripples flowed a loud and sincere voice praising the Immortal Ancestor, which was very different from the voice of the singing girl on the river.

"Look, even if it's a slight ripple, it's all stuff like this." The Lord of Heaven said, "Unlike the Immortal Alliance, which can get billions of people to take the Lishen Powder and be in the Great Illusion. The immortals in Heaven are not so easy to mobilize, so I don't collect all their desires, but only the part related to faith. Anyway, I don't plan to really copy the Great Illusion, as long as I can create a container that can accommodate the consciousness of the Heavenly Venerable. The faith of the immortals is simple and tyrannical, but it is undoubtedly of high quality and large quantity. The spiritual power generated by an immortal's praise and prayer without sleep and forgetting food is often equivalent to ten thousand golden pills. Of course, I know that there are hundreds of millions of golden pill practitioners in the Great Illusion, but the Heavenly Court also has immortal servants and spirit beasts. On average, only one person can fight a hundred people from the Immortal Alliance."

Wang Luo nodded, and then asked: "So, where is Tianzun?"

"It's still ahead." The Lord of Heaven said, "Very ahead, from the entrance of the Sun River, we have to drift for at least a few more days before we can see the true appearance of the Heavenly Lord."

"So far?" Wang Luo was surprised, then realized, "Are you afraid that he will affect other people?"

"Yes. I have already told you the consequences of facing the Heavenly Lord. The deaths of those overly curious young people were beyond imagination, and even their families were implicated. For such a dangerous pollutant, it is natural to seal it as deep as possible... Moreover, only in the deepest dream will the Heavenly Lord not wake up."

Wang Luo immediately praised: "Trap Tianzun in a dream? Good idea!"

"It's also good to copy Senior Sister's work." The Lord of Heaven said, "The Immortal Alliance's Taixu Tianzun is also living in a dream. However, I don't know what kind of dream Senior Sister designed for Tianzun. She used the illusion to contain Tianzun for more than twice as long as mine, and she relied on billions of mortal spirits to build the illusion. She was able to make Chicheng, who opened up the immortal path and was equal to the immortal law, intoxicated and believed in it without a doubt... This creative ability is really admirable."

After sighing, the Lord of Heaven said, "Fortunately, there is a more clever way to build dreams. In terms of the restraint on the Heavenly Lord, it is at least ten times better than the Immortal Alliance... Well, it's almost time to start. Please watch, the Heavenly Lord's dream."

As the Lord of Heaven finished speaking, Wang Luo was surprised to find that the "river scenery" had changed.

It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, the empty riverside scenery began to have undulating contours. Those were continuous mountains with lush vegetation and fragrant soil.

In the blink of an eye, the platinum river under your feet had unconsciously lost its brilliance and turned into an ordinary river. It rolled up the mud at the bottom of the river to make the water slightly turbid, and flowed along the winding river path in front.

Before Wang Luo could carefully observe the scenery on the river bank, he heard a deafening roar suddenly erupting from the forest, startling all the birds in the forest.

Looking up, I saw that the startled birds were all from ancient myths, some with horns on their heads, some with green feathers on one foot, some with human features and ferocious brows... all kinds of strange and different. These rare and exotic animals had just taken off when they were fixed in mid-air by an invisible force, disintegrated, and turned into a pile of blood mist, and then swept down by a whirlwind and sank into the forest, as if being sucked by a whale.

"hiss……"

On the river, Wang Luo couldn't help but marvel.

Is this... the dream of the Heavenly Lord? However, everything he saw and heard was so real that it didn't seem like a dream. It was almost impossible for him to realize that all of this came from his spiritual consciousness rather than his flesh and blood.

At this moment of surprise, Wang Luo suddenly felt that there was someone behind him, a stranger, coming very quickly.

Wang Luo wanted to turn around, but found that he had lost control of his body without knowing when... Or rather, the body he was controlling had become clumsy and slow. It seemed like a gap of 10,000 years between the thought and the movement... Wait, body? Where did the body come from in this primordial illusion?

"Chicheng, you're going to die!"

While he was stunned, the man behind him had already pounced on him and pulled Wang Luo to a lush tree on the river bank.

Wang Luo was unable to respond and was thrown to the ground in a patch of mud and grass. Just as he was about to speak, the man covered his mouth with his hand.

"Hush, don't make any noise... That beast has very sharp hearing. If it finds us, we brothers will be eaten by it and turned into shit!"

Hearing these incomprehensible words, Wang Luo suddenly came to his senses.

The dream of Tianzun... began in his childhood. The so-called dream is his entire life?
The moment this thought arose, the world fell still again. At the same time, Wang Luo felt that everything in front of him was no longer so real, as if there was a layer of veil between them. This layer of veil was the mark that distinguished what the spiritual consciousness saw from the five senses of the physical body.

"Ha, as expected, you can realize everything and wake up without me calling you."

At the same time, the voice of the Lord of Heaven sounded again beside him.

"How is it? Is it real enough? This is almost the starting point of Tianzun's dream. After I initially constructed Tianzun, I raised him here. At that time, he was just like you now. Although he and Tianzun came from the same origin, he was still very immature in his childhood and could not distinguish between dreams and reality... Moreover, although all this is called a dream, it is actually another reality."

As they were talking, time on the river flowed again. This time, Wang Luo was no longer from a first-person perspective, but witnessed the flow of dreams from a bird's-eye view.

Under a tree by the river, Chi Cheng was rescued by his childhood friend, and then he looked into the other's eyes seriously and nodded to show that he understood. The other party was relieved and let him go, and at the same time carefully poked his head out from behind the tree to spy on the "monster" eating in the forest.

From the bird's-eye view, Wang Luo saw the monster more clearly. It was an extremely large tree with hundreds of slowly creeping tumors parasitizing on it, and each tumor vaguely showed independent facial features...

Just as Chi Cheng's companions were secretly spying on the tree, several tumors on the tree actually sensed the sight, opened their eyes, and pierced with extremely vicious and greedy eyes... but found nothing. It turned out that the tree above Chi Cheng's head was also not an ordinary thing. Under the shadow of the tree, no sight could penetrate. Although the hearing of the tumor was sharp, it couldn't hear any sound. So after a while, the eyes on the tumor closed their eyelids unwillingly... As their mouths chewed, dark blood oozed from the corners of their eyes.

"Huh..." Chi Cheng's companion let out a light breath, and then showed Chi Cheng a frightened expression as if he had survived a disaster.

At this point, Wang Luo suddenly remembered his name.

"Qing Yuan? He is Qing Yuan?"

The Lord of Heaven said, "Yes, it is recorded in history books that the Immortal Ancestor Chicheng once had a fellow villager who was as close as a brother. That man was a few years older than Chicheng, equally talented, and took good care of the young Chicheng..."

Wang Luo continued, "It is a record written by the Immortal Ancestor himself and collected by Lingshan. Even when the Immortal Ancestor had achieved great success and was about to ascend to heaven, he did not forget his childhood playmates. However, the amazing talent that the Immortal Ancestor described seems to be a bit unrealistic in the dream."

From Wang Luo's perspective, the two children under the tree who looked only seven or eight years old, or just over ten years old, were immature in cultivation, but their talents were obvious. Needless to say, Chi Cheng himself had not even perfected the step of drawing Qi into the body, but he had a unique aura in his movements. As for the other person, he did not practice immortal methods, but simply the strength of Qi, blood and flesh. His attainments were also good, but only good. From the perspective of a person who was born with a Taoist body, Qing Yuan's talent was at most a first-class goalkeeper, and he was far from being able to make the Immortal Ancestor feel astonished.

The Lord of Heaven sighed, "Because even someone as powerful as the Immortal Ancestor would embellish his memories. He left that notebook to prove that among all the great ways, only the Immortal Way is the most respected, and the proof was Qing Yuan's unfortunate death. In his opinion, Qing Yuan's death was not due to his lack of talent, but because he did not follow him to practice the Immortal Way, but only focused on tempering his Qi and blood, which eventually led to his infatuation... And to prove this point, Qing Yuan's talent would naturally be the stronger the better."

Wang Luo was somewhat surprised: "There is not much history of the prehistoric era, even in Lingshan, especially the stories about the Immortal Ancestor himself, which are almost all from his notes. How do you know that he is embellishing his memory? What evidence do you have for the research?"

The Lord of Heaven said: "Research? This is Jingzhou, the origin of all things. As the place of origin, everything in the world will leave a shadow here, and the shadows will ferment and become the Chaos Sea of ​​Fog. Therefore, as long as you reach out and fish in the sea of ​​fog, you will find as much history as you want."

"!?" Wang Luo was extremely surprised. "I've never heard of this before!"

"Because no one knew it in the past, and no one could know it. A thorough analysis shows that the fog sea is a means of true immortals, and before the heavenly tribulation, the immortals were trapped in the sky." The Lord of Heaven said, "So this is a new discovery after the heavenly tribulation, it's normal that you don't know it. In short, thanks to the fog sea, we can create this perfect dream, so that Tianzun is in it and doesn't want to wake up... because to him, all of this is absolutely real. Well, let's continue to look forward, this road is still long."

(End of this chapter)