Chapter 153 Twisted and Divided

Russel's heart jolted. Only then did he realize that the surrounding void was creased inch by inch, and the gate to another dimension had been invisibly severed into different spaces.

And he, who had crawled out of the gate to another dimension, had been invisibly twisted and cut into countless pieces!

The gate to another dimension was not a physical entity, but a projection of bloodline witchcraft, extremely difficult to destroy, but it could be twisted and divided.

How could this short-lived creature know this?

A lucky guess?

Or...

Rumble!

While Russel was shaken, An Qisheng didn't waste any words. With a thought, seven sword lights flashed across the boundless heavens and earth.

The seven sword lights were colorless, but as they crisscrossed, black and white colors suddenly surged, seeming to fill the heavens and earth. For a time, black and white intertwined, evolving into a vast, boundless Taiji diagram.

Then, the golden light converged, transforming into Daos that divided black and white, rotating yin and yang.

It erupted with a bang at the point where the void rippled, submerging everything.

In the Human Dao realm, Gu Changfeng, the Netherworld Sovereign, could use his own inner world as a foundation to absorb the yin energy of the heavens and earth to form the Netherworld. Although An Qisheng couldn't create another world on Xuanxing, he could indirectly achieve this by guiding the power of the two worlds within this dream realm!

"Short-lived..."

In the midst of the sudden burst of divine light, Russel didn't struggle, but his eyes were cold and stern as he looked at An Qisheng, as if to deeply imprint his face in his eyes:

"Very well..."

The Nightmare Nine-Headed Serpent was named for nightmares. Whenever it encountered other civilizations, it would inevitably pull all living beings into a nightmare to seize the essence of the civilization.

Although he had never had a record of destroying a civilization, the number of countries and stars destroyed in dreams was not his first time.

But this was the first time he had been guided and pulled into someone else's 'nightmare'.

An Qisheng overlooked Russel, his gaze deep and heavy like the sea. As he said, everything was just beginning.

Whoosh~

In just a few moments, the divine light in the sky disappeared, along with the gate to another dimension and the giant serpent Russel.

The movements were too fast. Most people didn't know what had happened. Only the Taoists on the Wangquan Mountain peak were shaken, as if they understood something.

"Did the Patriarch twist and divide that monster?"

Yuan Tingguang's eyes flickered with doubt.

The foundation of this dream realm was built by An Qisheng, but they filled it with everything else. Of course, they knew that this dream realm was more than just one layer.

That monster seemed to have been divided and thrown into the other layers of the dream realm.

"Did the Patriarch create this dream realm to suppress this monster?"

The old Daoist who had made the first move frowned slightly, pondering the Patriarch's intention.

"Probably..."

Someone nodded.

Before, when An Qisheng descended on the Wangquan Sword, the decree he had passed down was to construct a dream realm, and not just one layer, but multiple dream realms covering three thousand three hundred years of ancient and modern times.

At that time, they were still puzzled. If it was only to prolong lifespan and gain more cultivation time in the dream, one layer would have been enough. Why bother with so much trouble?

Now it seemed that the Patriarch had foreseen this.

The few people present were all intelligent. At this time, they naturally guessed An Qisheng's intention and couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts.

From Tong Zhengyang to this monster, the Patriarch seemed to have calculated everything, and everything he did had multiple layers of meaning.

"It's useless to think too much. As disciples, we can only listen to and cooperate with whatever the Patriarch wants to do."

Yuan Tingguang took a deep breath:

"Let's wait for the Patriarch's decree..."

.......

This day.

For everyone on Xuanxing, it was destined to be an unforgettable day, and it would even be recorded in history.

The suspended giant gate, the divine sword spanning east and west.

High-definition photos of these two objects almost instantly exploded the entire internet. This time, no one could cover it up.

The governments of various countries no longer had the idea of suppressing discussion.

There was no other way. Too many people had seen it.

In just one day, the number of netizens around the world participating in the discussion of these two divine objects had exceeded three billion, and it was still growing wildly at a rate far exceeding any other topic.

This was the first topic to completely explode global discussion after a major disaster many years ago.

"What exactly is that gate? A gate to hell? Or a portal to other worlds? What's behind the gate? Aliens? Demons?"

"A forbidden gate. If this gate is opened, will it attract countless aliens?"

"What is that divine sword? Does anyone know what the characters on the gate are? I searched global databases and found no similar characters."

"Flying sword, a flying sword! Spanning the eastern and western hemispheres, crossing the ocean, flying across the sky. Isn't this the legendary flying sword? Are there really sword immortals in the Tianfu Mountains?"

"Nonsense! How can the flying sword in legends have such power? What sword immortals? If there were, when our ancestors went to Tianfu to participate in the war, they died and injured the most in the country. Why didn't the sword immortals come forward?"

"This is the divine sword in our South Korean legends! The great nation has once again saved the world!"

"Hahaha, the comment above is killing me. Do you South Koreans have sword culture?"

.......

Countless people were venting their agitated emotions after the disaster on the internet, scolding or arguing with others. Many people simply wanted to explore the mysteries.

Some hackers even wanted to hack into satellites to spy on the truth, but they were beaten to a pulp by the highly nervous governments of various countries, and large numbers of hackers were caught.

And in this process, the 'Dream Walkers' were finally noticed and known by the world for the first time.

In a video,

from India.

An Indian youth who claimed to be a disciple of the 'Great Dragon Gate' was sitting cross-legged on a thin wooden board, drifting in the turbid and rushing Ganges River.

He was very thin and short, and his exposed skin shone like copper and iron in the sunlight.

He wore linen pants on his lower body, and his bare feet were soaked in the Ganges River water, without shoes.

This kind of dress was very common in India. They called themselves 'Dalits', while others called them untouchables.

A small drone hovered above his head, filming.

"My name is Hari. I am a Dream Walker. In the dream, I am a disciple of the Youzhou Great Dragon Gate. My Patriarch is the powerful Great Dragon Gate Master, Yan Kuangtu!"

The youth spoke fluent Da Xuan dialect, recording it through the drone. Da Xuan dialect was one of the most learned languages in the world today.

He was live-streaming.

A series of comments flashed on the drone's screen, mostly surprised by his fluent Da Xuan dialect. As for what the Great Dragon Gate, Dream Walker, and Yan Kuangtu were,

it didn't attract too much attention.

"Hari! You shouldn't go. Stop!"

"Hari!"

"Hari, stop your stupid idea..."

On the distant bank of the Ganges River, many people dressed like him were waving their arms and shouting.

"They are all advising me to go back. They think I'm crazy."

Hari explained to the drone, with a smile on his face, but no one thought he was smiling.

"Many, many years ago, since I can remember, my parents told me that I couldn't wear shoes, and I couldn't sit down in any place where there were other people..."

Hari calmly narrated, "The law abolished unequal regulations, but the concepts in people's hearts have been passed down from generation to generation... How ridiculous."

There were no comments on the drone's live stream. It seemed that the people watching the live stream were shocked.

But in an instant, overwhelming ridicule filled the entire screen.

"I'm here this time to challenge that..."

Hari said, standing up in the Ganges River, stepping on the Ganges River with his bare feet, and walking towards a simple house standing on the bank of the Ganges River not far away:

"That stupid and pathetic Garuda!"

Walking on water?

At once, many people watching the live stream were stunned, but many people also questioned, thinking that there must be other things in the river water.

But some people stopped speaking, because they recognized the simple house in the picture.

The house was very simple, no different from ordinary people's houses, but this simple house was extremely famous.

Because the house was inhabited by the former untouchable, now the sacred, See God Grandmaster Garuda.

Creak~

As Hari walked to the shore, the wooden door of the house slowly opened.

A thin old man with a high nose, deep eye sockets, dark skin, wearing canvas clothes, and carrying a trident slowly walked out of the door. He calmly looked at Hari and said softly:

"Child, you shouldn't come."

Garuda's voice was calm and melodious, like a group of monks chanting scriptures. His voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating, and the '哗哗' sound of the Ganges River flowing was covered up.

"Garuda, you should know why I'm here."

Hari looked at Garuda with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but tense up.

He, or rather many people, knew.

This lukewarm old man was the most terrifying killer in the world. Countless people had died at his hands.

"You once listened to my sermon. I can feel your indignation, but things won't be as simple as you think."

Garuda shook his head slightly, "It's easy to move mountains, but it's hard to move hearts. The prejudice in people's hearts can only be smoothed out by time and education. Violence has no meaning."

"My thousand times effort is not as good as others being born as Kshatriya. I can endure mediocrity, but I can't endure being humble..."

Hari stared at Garuda, his eyes slightly red:

"I learned a sentence in Da Xuan, are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born that way?!"

"You only know that kings, nobles, generals, and ministers are not born that way, but you don't know how many people died because of this sentence."

Garuda shook his head slightly:

"We don't have ancestors like the Da Xuan people..."

"No such ancestors..."

Hari looked solemn, and as his fingers clenched one by one, he said word by word: "Then, I will be such an ancestor!"

"Oh?"

Garuda raised his eyelids, not moved by his bold words, his voice still weak:

"You may not have woken up yet, dreaming of losing your mind..."

"Hehe, haha!"

Hari laughed softly, laughing loudly, as if tears were flowing out: "Garuda, you are old, you don't know what kind of changes have taken place in the world!"

Bang!

As the laughter echoed, Hari stepped heavily on the ground, and the ground within more than ten meters around him sank together, and he himself shot out like an arrow leaving the string.

He spread his arms like a Peng bird spreading its wings, traversing dozens of meters, and punched out with a surge of true energy: "The times, have changed!"

Boom!

Like a thunderbolt in clear sky.

The hovering drone trembled and almost fell from the sky, and the lens rolled, causing a group of people who were watching the live broadcast to scold.

When the lens stabilized again.

A group of people looked again, and saw a skinny palm slowly falling, pressing Hari's high head heavily into the map.

Bang!

Mud splashed, dust rose, and the old house '簌簌 moved'.

Hari only felt a darkness in front of him, and then struggled furiously, but no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from the skinny palm on his head.

Garuda sighed softly, released his hand, and turned to leave.

Hari's eyes were about to split: "You, you are also a Dream Walker?!"

"Your Peng bird King Fist..."

Garuda paused slightly, and then walked into the dusty house: "I taught it..."

"You..."

Hari fell into the dust as if struck by lightning.

......

Even a See God martial artist like Garuda is a Dream Walker?

Qinglong closed the computer, his face heavy:

"The number of Dream Walkers is increasing at an extremely fast speed, and it can no longer be controlled..."

A week had passed since that day of change, but a week could not smooth out this huge shock, and the world was faintly chaotic due to the continuous emergence of Dream Walkers.

"When you have a sharp weapon, you will naturally have a killing heart. When you master the power, it is like holding the sharpest knife in the world. I really don't know what the future will be like."

Baihu sighed softly.

Xuanxing had never had true peace, and the contradictions between countries in the world were still extremely numerous. The caste system, racial discrimination, class contradictions, and the gap between rich and poor...

Various contradictions were hidden under the cloak of peace, and they were not usually noticed at all, but that did not mean they did not really exist.

There were not a few people like Hari in the world, and the emergence of Dream Walkers would eventually lead to hidden dangers.

For the time being, the countries of the world still possessed the most powerful military force, enough to suppress it, but what if one day someone mastered a power that no one could restrain like that 'Wangquan Sword'?

With Dream Walkers inside and unknown monsters on Mars outside, it was overwhelming to deal with both internal and external troubles at the same time.

"Yesterday, another group of Dream Walkers appeared. Go arrange for someone to take over. Remember to be gentle and not to be too激进..."

Qinglong rubbed his temples, mentally exhausted. He hadn't rested for a long time, and if it weren't for his strong physical strength, he would have died suddenly.

"I've already arranged for someone to do it."

Baihu replied.

"Already done?"

Qinglong raised his head, first a little surprised, and then a flash of surprise: "Could it be that you also..."

"That's right."

Baihu rubbed his palms, his emotions a little expectant, excited: "Yesterday morning, I also became a Dream Walker... For the first time, I truly entered the 'Wangquan Dream Realm' instead of watching through Academician Lu's brain waves..."

".......Even you?"

Qinglong stood up, walking back and forth a little annoyed, unable to describe his mood for a while.

The greatest reason why batches of Dream Walkers appeared one after another, overwhelming people, was of course because one Dream Walker after another appeared inside the Special Affairs Bureau.

"By the way."

Baihu seemed to remember something, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "Qiu Niu, Ya Zi, Qing Niao... they have all become Dream Walkers. They didn't want to tell you..."

"What?"

Qinglong's voice suddenly rose, unable to calm down any longer.

There were seven true high-level officials in the Special Affairs Bureau, namely Qiu Niu, Qing Hu, Ya Zi, Qing Niao, Dan Huang, Baihu, and Qinglong.

Wang Zhixuan, code-named Dan Huang, and Jiang Shili, code-named Qing Hu, had already become Dream Walkers. Now, Qiu Niu, Baihu, and others were also involved.

Adding it all up, the only 'natural person' in the Special Affairs Bureau at this time.

Was actually himself?!

Suddenly, Qinglong felt a strong malice from that 'Wangquan Dream Realm'......