Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

Time passed in a flash, and in a hurry, it was already the third day.

When Han Lian thought about telling a story and opening the martial arts list tomorrow, his mood was still a little uneasy.

Although he was already familiar with the list of martial arts in his heart, how to tell it was another matter.

After all, the strength of martial artists was rare in the same realm. Han Lian ranked them out, and it was always difficult to deal with those who were dissatisfied.

Could it be that he asked them to fight like someone asked about the strength of the Tianjiao before?

Those powerful monks, once they started, they would almost use all their strength and rarely hold back.

As for killing the chicken to scare the monkey, it might have an effect on the spot, but after the storytelling, his reputation would definitely be greatly affected.

If the storyteller's reputation was bad, it would be like shooting himself in the foot, which was really unwise and not worth the loss.

It was just a pity that he didn't have any means to make them completely convinced now, otherwise, there would be no such troubles.

Han Lian thought about this and couldn't help but sigh.

He was a little bored and looked through his system warehouse, hoping that there would be a way.

At this moment, he glanced and saw the remaining 10,000 storytelling points.

He actually still had 10,000 storytelling points left?

Han Lian was a little unbelievable, and after a little recollection, he suddenly realized.

Yes, that day Leng Hanchan came to find him, and then he had ten consecutive draws from the silver treasure chest.

If he went to the monster, he could only blame the fact that the rewards of the treasure chest were too generous at that time. The rewards for ten consecutive draws were comparable to twenty consecutive draws. He was busy studying the rewards at that time and put the 10,000 storytelling points aside.

If it was 3,500 points, it would be fine, but if he didn't use these 10,000 storytelling points, he really felt that it was a bit"eyesore".

He looked at the storytelling points for a while, and after a little hesitation, he still clicked on the lottery page.

Looking at the bright silver treasure chest and gold treasure chest, he swiped left and right, and a rare tangled expression appeared on his face.

If you choose the silver treasure chest for ten consecutive draws, the rewards are more stable, and there will always be something you can use.

As for the gold treasure chest, it is a bit of a gamble.

But then again, what if you can really get a red beam of light as a reward?

Han Lian hesitated for a moment, and still clicked on the gold treasure chest.

Looking at the familiar lottery scene, Han Lian held his breath.

Red, red, red!

As if with telepathy, the gold treasure chest shook, and a red beam of light shot up into the sky.

At that moment, Han Lian's mind trembled violently. It really came out. Fortunately, I didn't make any oaths, otherwise, some things would be really mysterious.

He took a deep breath and waited for the prompt sound of the storytelling system.

After a few breaths, the crisp and pleasant voice finally rang in his heart.

「Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have obtained Zhuang Sheng's Dream of the Sage!"

Listening to the system prompt, Han Lian looked at the reward in the warehouse, and a little confusion flashed through his mind.

He knew about the realm of the sage. There are six levels of immortal platforms above the dragon. Only those who step on the fourth level of the immortal platform and enter the realm of law can be called"sages".

The life level of this realm has been sublimated, and the strength of the body has exceeded the ordinary reason.

But what is this dream of the sage?

Han Lian has never heard of it, so he naturally has no understanding of it.

Knowing that such thinking is useless, he simply clicked on the system warehouse and chose to explore.

Zhuang Sheng's Dream of the Sage: In the ancient times, there were many sages.

There was the saint Zhuang Sheng, who used dreams as the law. All things in the world turned into a dream and condensed into a strange treasure.

Because the world is different, it turns into a strange treasure, and the rules in it can be set according to the host's thoughts.

Note: Once the rules are set, every time you want to change them, you need to consume double the spiritual consciousness.

Note: The sage Zhuangzi realized perfection through this principle and eventually attained the position of Quasi-Emperor....It turned out to be a rare treasure?

How can I explain it ?...Similar to...My world?

He took it out with some surprise, and found that it was invisible and intangible, and could only be sensed by his spiritual consciousness.

The moment he got it, Han Lian had already started to fantasize about it.

If he could make it into a world like a blue planet, with beautiful women and music every night, would he be so happy that he would never want to leave?

Thinking about it this way, he was really a little excited.....Wait, why did I go to the lottery?

Han Lian suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up slightly.

This is really a pillow for a sleepy person. With this thing, if he sets it up and polishes it well, then won't his previous problems be solved?

He has already thought of how to use it.

His current problem is that when he talks about the martial arts list, some people will be dissatisfied because of the ranking.

Even if he can repel or suppress such a great monk, his connections, power, and prestige will naturally have a certain impact on him.

Thinking of this, Han Lian began to design.

His spiritual consciousness circulated and sacrificed it. In a blink of an eye, a pale blue fat Kun spirit appeared in his mind.

It swayed in Han Lian's mind, leaving blue butterflies wherever it passed. As it circulated, he had some understanding.

Zhuang Sheng Xiaomeng, the spirit of this strange treasure is a Kun-like spirit, which controls the birth and death of this dream world.

Han Lian teased the little guy and then began his imagination.

How to fix it?...Well, let's first determine the outer shape template.

He spread his mind, and in the blink of an eye, a structure shaped like a small tower was formed in his mind.

From the outside, this tower is set up with ten layers, corresponding to the ten major realms of the Falling Feather Realm.

Each layer is further divided into ten layers, corresponding to the ten minor realms of each major realm.

In this way, it is just right to divide it into one hundred layers.

This is not the end, there must be some distinctions....Han Lian's thoughts flowed, and clouds and mist began to flow above the small tower.

Since it was for the purpose of making powerful monks confidants, it should be changed.

Based on the martial arts values of ordinary monks, Leng Hanchan, and himself, the three levels of ordinary, genius, and evil were differentiated.

Now that we are talking about the martial arts list, we should open another martial arts hundred-story tower.

Hmm...But this is not enough. If you want more functionality, you should open up a martial arts arena.

I won't go into details about this. One for every ten floors is just right....In a moment, five corners of this ten-story octagonal exquisite tower were already lit up. Sensing that his spiritual consciousness had been consumed by more than half, he thought for a long time and suddenly thought of something.

With the rapid consumption of his spiritual consciousness, he opened up a small space above the tenth floor.

The 101st floor, above the Shattered Void Realm!

After this thought flashed through his mind, his spiritual consciousness was consumed at a terrifying speed.

In a blink of an eye, the sea of spiritual consciousness had dried up, leaving not a drop.

In his heart, Han Lian felt an unprecedented sense of fatigue.

He gathered his mind, and the exquisite pagoda appeared in his palm between his hands.

Its characteristics were between reality and illusion. The Kun spirit sensed Han Lian, escaped from the tower, and spit bubbles at him.

Yes, now it is done.

Han Lian looked at the exquisite tower and always felt that something was missing. After thinking for a long time, he finally found that it had no name.

As his thoughts flowed, he had a plan.

This is Tongtian Tower. I have already erected the Tongtian Monument. Now I have created this small tower based on Zhuangzi's dream. Let's call it 'Babel Tower'!

Thinking of this, as if by telepathy, a small plaque suddenly appeared on the small tower, with the three words 'Babel Tower'.

After the tower is successfully built, some details need to be controlled.

For example, the pain level, the dreaming of weapons, and the setting of a clearance limit, which cannot detect more than ten levels of one's own realm.....Han Lian's thoughts surged, and all kinds of thoughts were added to it, just like words followed by laws, constantly imposing conditions on it.

Seeing that this Babel Tower was already quite complete, he suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but slap the table.

Yes, the operation of this Babel Tower requires the consumption of spiritual thoughts.

After all, even if it is a dream, it cannot exist all the time.

In this case, the monks who use this tower to pass the level need to use their own spiritual thoughts to supply the operation of the Babel Tower.

I can't let Kun Ling help in vain, after all, this little guy is also very hard.

Just collect 30% more spiritual thoughts and return them to Kun Ling, which will become the foundation for its nourishment.

I am really a genius!