Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 547 Losing control
What is easy tends to become boring.

The dream that the Lord of Heaven said was easy to unfold was just such a boring dream.

Ever since Lu Zhiyao led the group of immortals to sacrifice themselves and saved the immortal world from collapse with the heroic spirit of Nuwa mending the sky, the immortal world and Jiuzhou have ushered in an almost dreamlike period of peace.

In the peace, all things are orderly and full of vitality. The immortal path of the Jiuzhou continent is centered on Lingshan, constantly expanding the boundaries of the immortal path. This expansion has become a great help, making the immortal world more stable.

On the one hand, after the immortals repaired the sky, the immortal way was harmonized and became more moderate and accommodating. The foundation of the immortal world, which was once fragmented and precarious, was once again stable and had a considerable margin, which could accommodate enough people who fished in troubled waters. Moreover, since then, the immortal world has strictly regulated the rules of ascension and no longer allows half-hearted Mahayana ascension.

On the other hand, Immortal Ancestor Chi Cheng seemed to have suddenly become enlightened after the crisis, and made breakthroughs in Xinghai Tianyu one after another, just like Shi Suying had burned through the heavenly tribulation, breaking the invisible boundaries, expanding the sky of the immortal world, and consolidating the foundation of the immortal world. In front of the almost endless resources of Xinghai Tianyu, the more immortals there are, the better.

Compared to the tragic reality where sincerity has no way out and the immortals would rather perish with the immortal world than sacrifice themselves, this dream is like a large-scale dumpling banquet. Happy but boring.

Happiness refers to the time when you get through the initial crisis, when every second seems to be soaked in honey, sweet and intoxicating. Especially when you think of the scene of the shattered fairyland and the falling heaven, everything in reality becomes flawless and beautiful.

For a hungry person, each plump, juicy, delicious dumpling is like a godsend.

Boring means having only dumplings for three meals a day, day after day, year after year... In this way, no matter how delicious the food is, it will be like chewing wax, and every chewing and swallowing will be like torture.

This torture lasted for nearly a thousand years, starting from the first hundred years of the fictitious immortal calendar.

Under the guidance of the Lord of Heaven, Wang Luo skipped the long torture process and came directly to a thousand years later, on the eve of the outbreak of the conflict.

The expressions on the faces of the immortals here have gradually evolved from the initial joy and vitality to a fake smile, and occasionally a look of confusion. Finally, they are submerged in a holy and vast platinum light, and there is no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. It's like a puppet with a flat face left after the facial features are scraped off.

To put it in a positive way, the platinum light on everyone's face symbolizes that after two thousand years of development, the fairy world has entered a new realm. Every true immortal in heaven has been further sublimated, no longer has worldly characteristics, and will not be swayed by the likes and dislikes of others... But in fact, for those who stand on the river and overlook the long dream, this means that the dream is in jeopardy and unsustainable.

"If you eat dumplings for too long, you will vomit." After a brief summary, the Lord of Heaven shook his head and further explained, "Although the immortals in the dream are not real creatures, in order to simulate reality, they have actually been endowed with spirituality by us, and their emotions, words and deeds will try to be in line with reality. But the reality is that this immortal calendar is completely fictional, and there is no reality. And the foundation of the fictional world is a lie. At that time, there was no possibility of the immortals sacrificing themselves, and the immortals' awareness had never been realized. It is so noble! There is also no possibility of breaking through the Star Sea Realm, because sincerity is not omnipotent, and the Star Sea Realm is not an inexhaustible mine... But this dumpling banquet has forced the impossible into possibility. Therefore, the immortal in the dream must always play the role of a selfless saint, and the Star Sea Realm must also become a treasure pot that bears fruit at all times. In a world where people's consciousness has greatly improved and resources are inexhaustible, it is almost impossible to reasonably breed contradictions, and in a world where even contradictions no longer exist, there is naturally nothing else except dumplings. "

After a moment, the Lord of Heaven sighed again: "Of course, it may be that this is just because we, the creators, are incompetent. After all, everything that happened in this fictional immortal calendar was made up by us. And we, the mortals living in reality, are really powerless to embellish the dreamland with enough vividness. For us, the emperor should carry a golden shoulder pole, and dumplings should be eaten during the New Year... In short, in the recipes we have, there is no recipe for any other food except dumplings. And the people living in this fictional immortal calendar, eating dumplings until the time point of about a thousand years in the immortal calendar, are only one step away from madness. And if they go crazy, the dreamland will collapse."

Wang Luo said: "Perhaps this has nothing to do with the creator's imagination. Senior Sister said that if human beings live too well, they will always have a tendency to destroy themselves."

The Lord of Heaven nodded and said, "Yes, she did talk about it before. She also gave a very interesting example. She said that someone had done a similar experiment and put a group of people into a dream. Their real bodies were parasitized as food. Everything in the dream was perfect. People lived and worked in peace and prosperity. But soon the first batch of food withered on its own because people instinctively resisted this beautiful dream and couldn't wait to wake up."

"So, why don't you set up a little excitement in your dream?"

The Lord of Heaven smiled bitterly and said, "Of course I have designed it. Look here."

He raised his hand, gently clasped his five fingers together, and then wiped them to the side. The riverside scenery accelerated forward and came to a bloody night.

"This is the first crisis after the fictitious immortal calendar. Several Golden Immortals who lived too comfortably and happily suddenly lost their minds and started killing their fellow Taoists, turning the Heavenly Court into purgatory almost overnight... Although this indiscriminate massacre was quickly stopped with the suppression of the Immortal Ancestor himself and the assistance of the surrounding immortals, the dream itself was still greatly shaken. Because, for bystanders, it is understandable that there are many causes for this confusion: the person in the dream ate too many dumplings, and the person who provided the dream was full of violent resentment towards the Heavenly Court. This part of the emotion permeated into the dream, inevitably affecting the words and deeds of the person in the dream. But for the Immortal Ancestor Chicheng, such a horrific massacre cannot be explained. He doesn't know that all this is a dream, and we can't let him know, so this requires a reasonable explanation."

Wang Luo thought for a moment and said, "How about making up an external enemy? Whether it's the Star Sea or the Nether Earth, let's just make up an inexplicably growing demon..."

Before he finished speaking, the Lord of Heaven sighed and smiled bitterly: "Yes, that's what I did at the beginning."

The next moment, as his perspective shifted, Wang Luo saw the brilliant starry sky above his head, as if it was stained with thick ink and gradually lost its color. And in that bottomless darkness, there was a pair of eyes that could swallow all the light, greedily overlooking the fairyland and the Nine Provinces.

Wang Luo smacked his lips and said, "Extraterritorial demon? This is something that appeared in Senior Sister's sketchbook, right? You really are..." "You really know how to borrow... I know." The Lord of Heaven said, "But at that time, I actually considered many options and discussed and communicated with several Golden Immortals. Naturally, there are many versions of this fictional foreign enemy. Among them, there are quite exquisite and gorgeous versions with ingenuity, but unfortunately, the actual effect is not very good. Because our imagination is ultimately embodied by our knowledge, and our knowledge cannot surpass Chi Cheng himself. On the contrary, Senior Sister's side... Even in her pure and refreshing sketchbook, there are often refreshing pictures. These pictures are also applicable to the Immortal Ancestor himself."

Wang Luo shook his head helplessly: "So, there are also quite a few old professors in the Immortal Alliance who are obsessed with novels and books after retirement. People always have no resistance to new things."

"Yes, the nature is similar. In short, I used an extraterritorial demon to barely cope with the first dream crisis. During that demon catastrophe, I tried my best to carve the demon. Although the original design was indeed borrowed from Lu Zhiyao, the actual presentation took us a lot of effort, and the specifications of the finished product are far from comparable to Lu Zhiyao's immature design. I won't show you the specific pictures. Even if you look at it from the perspective of dream watching, it may hurt you now. In short, the extraterritorial demon left a tragic scar in the fairy world, and even made the fairy ancestor himself shed a drop of blood. And thanks to this, the dream was able to continue again, and it was peaceful for hundreds of years."

Wang Luo said, "I'm tired of eating dumplings. I'll be fine if I starve for a few days."

"Yes, but by the same token, no matter how long you've been hungry, if you eat the same dumplings every day, people will still get tired of it, feel sick, and vomit... This process will happen much faster than last time."

Amid sighs, the riverside scenery seemed to be repeated hundreds of years ago. The immortals in heaven withered and died again, and there was no vitality on their faces. Wang Luo saw that the long dream had only lasted for about 1,500 years in the fictional immortal calendar, and there was still a long time before the present 2,000 years.

"So, how did you solve it this time? Did you create another demon?"

"I can't. The same technique can't be used a second time on the Immortal Ancestor. After slaughtering the extraterritorial demons, the Immortal Realm has a strong immunity to foreign enemies. And after being cleansed by the demons, the Immortal Ancestor has made another breakthrough in his dream. The same demon can't last a moment in his hands. But for us dream weavers, weaving a realistic extraterritorial demon requires a huge amount of effort... We can't weave a more powerful demon. So this time, I tried to cut off the output of the Xinghai Tianyu and force the Immortal Realm into a dilemma of scarce resources."

Wang Luo couldn't help but frown: "This is a bit too much, Xinghai Tianyu, can it be cut off just like that?"

"It's indeed forced, but it makes sense. Because the Sky Realm itself contains endless possibilities. Since Chi Cheng was able to suddenly open up the Sky Realm and reap the fruits of his labor in the critical moment, then conversely, it is also possible that production would suddenly stop after a series of bumper harvests... At least Chi Cheng himself could accept the first stop. Because for him, a never-ending journey of development would seem a bit boring."

Wang Luo said: "Chicheng himself is a little tired of eating dumplings."

"Yes, and this time the resource crisis has indeed kept me in my dreams again. The actual impact of the crisis is far more far-reaching than the one with the extraterritorial demons, and even a little beyond my expectations."

As he spoke, the Lord of Heaven waved his hand again, causing the view of the river bank to move... This time, it moved below the fairyland, overlooking the land of Kyushu.

The Nine Provinces in the fictional immortal calendar presents an unimaginable prosperity. Immortal auras are emerging everywhere on the earth. Natural treasures are constantly being delivered to the world, and peerless geniuses are also being born all the time. That vibrant scene is far beyond the reach of even today's Immortal Alliance.

"At the time of the 1,500th year of the Fictional Immortal Calendar, the population of the Jiuzhou Continent was still around 10 billion, but the proportion of the immortal cultivator population was close to that of the later Immortal Alliance. As the immortal path developed, the average cultivation level of the population also increased sharply, so that the 10 billion population was able to accommodate nearly a thousand Great Vehicle True Lords..."

“Tsk.” Wang Luo couldn’t help but smack his lips. Nearly a thousand Mahayana practitioners, dozens of times more than the peak of the old immortal calendar… If this were put into reality, it would be said to be the destruction of the world.

"The abundance of resources comes from above and below. It is precisely because the immortal world can continue to expand that the immortal path in the mortal world can develop beyond its limit. Under the theoretical model of the old world, the spiritual energy of nearly a thousand great masters who consume and exhale on a daily basis is enough to dry up the land of Jiuzhou. It is because the immortal world shares some of the spiritual energy with the mortal world that the prosperity of the mortal world is maintained. Once the resources in the upper world are exhausted, conflicts in the mortal world will erupt, and it will be unprecedentedly tragic."

At this point, the Lord of Heaven had a slight chill on his face. "After all, most of us, the immortals who weave dreams, ascended from a world where the strong prey on the weak. No one knows better than us how hideous people will be when resources are insufficient. Therefore, for this dream crisis, I just made a simple adjustment at the source, and it immediately set off an unprecedented storm. If it is not handled properly, there is even the possibility of a recurrence of the catastrophe in the dream..."

"What a courage."

The Lord of Heaven said: "It was a helpless move. If I didn't have the courage, I would have to face the risk of waking up from my sincere dream and losing control on the spot. Fortunately, the final result... was not particularly bad."

Wang Luo asked, "It's not particularly bad, but does it mean it's still very bad?"

"Yes, because the best expectation was to use a catastrophe to turn the overly prosperous dream back to its original form, just like turning back time. Even if it follows the most ideal trajectory, the dream will still last for nearly a thousand years before the next conflict breaks out. And according to the time ratio between dreams and reality, it is enough for us to make a few hundred years. A few hundred years should be enough for us to think of a way to deal with the crisis again. But unfortunately, the Immortal Ancestor Chicheng is worthy of being the Immortal Ancestor, and he didn't give us a chance to make a move. He invented the way to open the sky in his dream, forcibly broke the confinement that I, the dream weaver, set for the Xinghai Tianyu, and used it to sublimate himself and reached a new realm above the Miaofa Jinxian. At this point, this dream was completely out of control."

After a pause, the Lord of Heaven said, "Now, no one can stop this raging dream."

(End of this chapter)