Chapter 84

In the depths of the Dark Forest, a place rarely trodden by humans, there was a hill.

On this hill, there was not a trace of demonic aura, making it a pure land.

On top of the hill, there was a huge rock, and on the rock, a figure lay, none other than Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian himself did not know where he was; he only knew that he had to keep his will alive.

The Twelve Linked Life-Resolving Needle Technique, which Hei Bo had warned him not to use unless he entered the Yuanfu stage, as the power of the bloodline burst forth was too much for him to bear. The last time, he was safe and sound because someone from the Imperial Star Academy took care of him. This time, not only did he use the needles, but his body also suffered severe injuries, putting his life in grave danger.

Qin Wentian was now completely drained of strength, and he could only maintain his life with a strong will.

"Even in dreams, one can cultivate."

Qin Wentian knew that for a martial artist, strength could invigorate life. To survive, he must first restore his strength, but he was shocked to find that this space seemed isolated from the world, and he could not sense the martial destiny stars or draw their power into his body.

This situation made Qin Wentian feel somewhat desperate. Without energy, he could even starve to death in a few days.

"Could this be where I will lay my bones?" Qin Wentian was unwilling to accept this; he could not die.

He wanted to break free from the constraints of this space. His strong determination gave birth to a powerful dream consciousness, allowing him to probe this space.

On the vast, empty land, he was the only one lying on the huge rock, so helpless. But at that moment, in his dream, he saw a mountain peak faintly appearing, towering not far away, piercing the sky.

"This is not my dream," Qin Wentian's heart trembled. Then, more mountain peaks appeared, until nine ancient peaks surrounded the hill, filling Qin Wentian's heart with awe.

The nine peaks seemed to come from another world, ethereal and unpredictable. Was this all real, or was it a dream?

Qin Wentian himself could no longer tell.

His consciousness wandered, and Qin Wentian saw a scene: a middle-aged man in a green robe wandered the world and came to this hill. Seeing the picturesque scenery, he slept on the huge rock on the hill.

As he slept, nine peaks sprang up around the hill, and then, within the nine peaks, countless scenes appeared.

Each scene flowed continuously, and Qin Wentian could hardly take it all in. He saw the middle-aged man pluck a star from the sky, saw him cut through mountains and rivers with a single sword, and saw him punch a hole in the sky.

However, everything seemed to be a dream.

The middle-aged man woke up, patted the dust off his clothes, and smiled. Then he walked away, carefree and unrestrained.

And the mountain peaks disappeared.

"One dream can traverse the world, one dream can glimpse the past and present, in dreams, one can pluck stars and moons, in dreams, one can be the most passionate. Life is but a dream, why not live it carefree and unrestrained, and have a grand dream of spring and autumn."

The middle-aged man laughed and left a grand dream of spring and autumn on the huge rock on the hill.

"Have a grand dream of spring and autumn."

Qin Wentian's heart stirred, and his consciousness drifted toward one of the mountain peaks. The scene on the peak kept changing, and suddenly, Qin Wentian felt a suction force pulling his consciousness in.

He found himself in the scene on the peak, which seemed to record a dream.

The middle-aged man in the green robe transformed into a Kunpeng, soaring between heaven and earth. The huge eyes suddenly turned toward him, and Qin Wentian felt a terrifying light flash from those eyes, sharper than a sword. With a scream, Qin Wentian felt as if he were about to die.

"No..." Qin Wentian roared in his heart. A thread of his consciousness still existed; how could he die?

"Since it's a dream, why am I afraid of this overwhelming aura?"

Qin Wentian suddenly raised his head, unafraid of those eyes. It was as if countless rays of light pierced through his body, but he remained unmoved.

The Kunpeng soared between heaven and earth, riding the wind for thousands of miles, unmatched in speed.

Qin Wentian's heart was always in turmoil. His consciousness left the scene and entered the second mountain peak. Inside the second peak, the middle-aged man in the green robe transformed into an ancient god, plucking stars from the sky, causing the world to collapse. Qin Wentian seemed to die countless times, but he endured the destructive force with the strongest will, keeping his consciousness alive.

In the third ancient peak, the middle-aged man in the green robe shattered mountains and rivers with a single finger, destroying everything.

In the fourth ancient peak, the middle-aged man's roar caused mountains to crumble and the sea to surge.

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In the ninth ancient peak, the middle-aged man in the green robe's gaze could see through the ages, and any living being would be destroyed under his gaze.

Qin Wentian did not know how many times he had experienced the pain of near-death. Under that pressure, he was like a grain of sand in the desert, insignificant, but he still held on to life.

The nine ancient peaks, each with a surging will, each possessing the power to destroy the world.

Qin Wentian's consciousness retreated, and he sighed, what a grand dream of spring and autumn.

Although the middle-aged man in the green robe left a dream here, his strength was extraordinary, but Qin Wentian did not believe that the nine peaks were real.

As the middle-aged man said, life is but a dream; why not live it carefree and unrestrained, and have a grand dream of spring and autumn.

"Nine ancient peaks, nine dreams, why not the nine abilities of the middle-aged man in the green robe?" Qin Wentian whispered to himself. Each dream possessed the power to destroy the world, but it could also be the middle-aged man amplifying his abilities to the extreme, creating a grand dream of spring and autumn.

"Genius."

Qin Wentian sighed. The middle-aged man in the green robe was definitely a genius.

He had once thought that the dream star soul required specific techniques and powers to function, but the middle-aged man in the green robe gave him a great shock.

Dreams themselves were a kind of power, and the power of dreams could be everywhere.

Qin Wentian pondered seriously. Now, he was calm, no longer fearing life and death. He would not die, and this determination grew stronger.

"Have a grand dream of spring and autumn." Qin Wentian murmured, holding on to that thread of consciousness, pondering the nine peak scenes, and having a grand dream of spring and autumn.

Time slowly passed. On the first peak, the scene shone with brilliant light. In the Dark Forest, many beasts came toward this place, seeing a real mountain peak faintly appearing.

After some time, they saw another peak appear in that space, and immediately, a terrifying sealing force appeared, shocking the beasts.

These beasts knew that the land was sealed, with no essence energy or demonic aura. Entering that place, they would fall into a dream and lose their senses.

But at that moment, the peaks in the dream actually appeared, shining brightly.

When the nine peaks lit up, a terrifying force spread out, enveloping the Dark Forest in all directions, sealing everything. The beasts began to panic and run wildly.

In the void, the Black Phoenix Eagle stared sharply at that direction, its gaze piercing. Could the young man who could create dreams really resonate with that dream?

The light from the nine peaks converged in the void, forming a brilliant sky curtain, isolating everything.

In the center of the sky curtain, in Qin Wentian's dream, a figure appeared, none other than the middle-aged man in the green robe. Of course, only the Qin Wentian in the dream could see him.

Qin Wentian saw the middle-aged man and respectfully said, "Qin Wentian greets the senior. Is this in a dream?"

"This is my dream consciousness. You entered my dream, making my dream consciousness manifest. I will grant you a blessing. What do you want?" The middle-aged man smiled and slowly said.

Qin Wentian looked at the sky curtain and said, "Senior, did you seal this grand dream of spring and autumn here with sealing power? I want these nine peaks, and they should not hinder my cultivation."

"That's easy." The middle-aged man's foot trembled, and the seal seemed to break. "From now on, this seal will not hinder your cultivation. What else do you want?"

"I want the demonic aura of the Dark Forest to condense into my body, forming the Kunpeng Seal." Qin Wentian said again. The middle-aged man's palm grabbed, and the entire forest roared as boundless demonic aura gathered, forming a terrifying vortex, continuously entering the body of the lying Qin Wentian.

"You can't digest it, and this is not a blessing. What else do you need?" The middle-aged man said again.

Qin Wentian's gaze was sharp, piercing the sky like a sword. His current predicament was all due to the Third Prince of Chu and Luo Qianqiu. He would surely 'repay' them one day.

"I want the Chu Kingdom to not hinder my path forward." Qin Wentian said loudly. The middle-aged man smiled again. "This is for you to do yourself, not a request."

"Having this opportunity is already a blessing. I dare not ask for too much. If I have the chance to meet you in the future, I will thank you in person." Qin Wentian respectfully said.

"A blessing is a dream. You can resonate with my dream, making my dream consciousness manifest, which is also an opportunity. Even if you don't ask for a blessing, I will grant you one. This is my way of cultivation, and it has nothing to do with you." The middle-aged man smiled and said. Then his eyes flashed, and a brilliant mark seemed to rush into Qin Wentian's mind.

Qin Wentian's mind trembled, and he woke up from the dream. At the same time, the middle-aged man's dream consciousness flew away, disappearing into the horizon.

A blessing is a dream. This is his way of cultivation.

On the lonely hill, only Qin Wentian lay quietly, with no middle-aged man, no sky curtain, and no nine peaks.

PS: Dreaming of many votes coming in, will this grand dream of spring and autumn come true? Calling for recommendations!

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