Chapter 7: Return to the Dream World
Chapter 7: Return to the Dream World
Was this meant to kill? Zuo Meng narrowed his eyes. With over twenty years of inner power coursing through him, his body became as light as drifting cotton. As the second wave of arrows neared, he dipped slightly, then kicked off the saddle like a loosed arrow. The masked men in black released their bows in unison, arrows arcing inward toward his position.
Zuo Meng’s sword flashed, deflecting unavoidable projectiles. He stepped lightly on the shafts themselves, landing where the archers stood.
What did two decades of cultivation mean?
It placed him on par with Tian Boguang, the Lone Wanderer.
While Tian mastered the swift blade, Zuo Meng lacked refined swordsmanship. Yet his inner power made the blade fast regardless.
Before the masked men could blink, darkness flickered past. Crimson lines bloomed across the front line’s throats.
“Too… fast…”
Thud!
A body tumbled from the roof. The speaker had vanished, leaving the ambush as abrupt as it ended. Though puzzling, Zuo Meng pieced it together – this tied to Ma Wutong, who’d “coincidentally” informed him of his target’s whereabouts at Medicinal Peak’s base. Too many convenient meetings for mere chance.
“For the clue you gave,” Zuo Meng muttered toward a corner pavilion, “we’re square now.”
He sheathed his Long Sword, ignoring the corpses, and rode his trembling horse back.
Even without hidden advantages, escape routes existed. A Liuhe City expert owed Zuo Han Sheng favors – contacted earlier, though unneeded now. Caution came naturally, but newfound power simplified things. Twenty years’ cultivation meant survival through strength, not schemes.
In shadows:
“Senior Brother! Why hold back?” The surviving woman glared where Zuo Meng had vanished, addressing her black-clad companion.
“He sensed me.”
The masked man removed his face covering – Ma Wutong himself.
“Impossible!” She scoffed. “No amateur detects us at that range!”
“Underestimate him at your peril.” Ma Wutong shut the pavilion window, ignoring bodies below. “Zuo Meng’s no talentless fool. He and Junior Sister Zuo Qiu – both Zuo Han Sheng’s hidden blades.”
“Whatever he gained likely connects to Gu Fei. Sparing me repaid my ‘help.’ Next meeting decides life and death.”
“Can you win?”
“Uncertain.”
Ma Wutong descended, voice fading…
“Unharmed?”
At the mountain gate, Zuo Meng found Junior Sister Zuo Qiu in travel garb.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Studying her familiar face, he noted newfound depth. Before, he’d thought them both martial novices. Now, twenty years’ power let him sense her own formidable energy – nearly a decade’s cultivation.
A teen girl with ten years’ training? Extraordinary.
Why had she pretended weakness? He dismissed the question. Her care felt genuine – that sufficed. Family needed no explanations.
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“It’s good you’re fine. Don’t wander around lately—Master might return.” After confirming Zuo Meng was unharmed, Zuo Qiu resumed her cold demeanor.
“Understood.”
Zuo Meng stretched lazily. Having stayed up all night, he planned to catch up on sleep.
With no dreams that night, he wondered how the Dream World had progressed. Last time, he’d grasped basic uses of the law chains. Maybe this time he’d learn something new. Would those new skills manifest in reality like the chains did?
The dream realm grew more intriguing by the day.
…
Dream World
Zuo Meng stood in the void, becoming the supreme Tai Chu Daoist ancestor and Chaos Creator once more.
Countless years had passed here without his interference. The Three Chaotic Beings had developed their own powers through his teachings, creating the ancient bone scripture cultivation method. Each possessed strength capable of moving mountains and overturning the seas. Besides them, beings like Peng Zu and Turtle Ancestor had formed clans, turning the Entire World into chaos as hundreds of tribes fought.
“They’ve touched the root of rules? By my design, their next step should’ve been transcending to become true immortals.”
Zuo Meng’s imagined cultivation system had been woven into the world’s laws. He’d envisioned true immortals surpassing the Three Realms and Five Elements. Yet these chaotic beings hadn’t met his standards, so he’d stopped guiding them. Surprisingly, they’d forged their own path.
Celestial Realm Mountain
The beings mimicked Zuo Meng’s habits. Huang, Kun, and Ling had remodeled their dwellings to resemble Tai Chu Island. This mountain became Huang’s domain.
“Too long… A billion years.”
Long enough for memories to fade.
Huang stared at the sky where Tai Chu Island once floated, eyes glinting. “After all this time… does he still exist?”
Kun emerged, molten body radiating heat that warped the air. “Maybe he’s dead.”
“I’ve waited long enough.” Ling rose from the earth, causing spiked plants to erupt around him. His thorny power clashed with Kun’s lava, creating Distortion. Only Huang remained unaffected. “I’ve been trapped at this level for eight hundred million years. I feel age creeping in.”
“Are you certain? Challenging the Taichu Immortal Ancestor might bring unimaginable consequences.”
Huang looked away. Of the three, only he retained a human-like form resembling their creator. Kun and Ling were monstrous.
“I don’t want to die.”
After a heavy pause, Kun and Ling spoke as one.
“Nor do I.”
Huang nodded. The three strongest chaotic beings reached agreement.
None wished to perish.
Without transcending immortality, even beings of their stature would meet oblivion.