Great Dao Ji

An Qisheng's eyes lit up.

With a slight sense, he could sense the vague connection between the statue in front of him and the mysterious world.

He had no way to verify how far apart the Jueling Universe where Xuanxing was located was from the Jiufu Realm where Wang Quandao was located.

But even if the Jueling Universe where Jiufu Realm was located was close to each other, the distance between the two must be far more than 100 billion light years.

Moreover, the two worlds might not really be that close.

It was not enough for An Qisheng and Wang Quandao to cross the universe in the flesh, unless he could thoroughly master the secret of universe replacement.

But if he could not cross the two worlds in the flesh, he could do other things.

For example, enter a dream.

Use the statue to connect the two worlds, and let the sentient beings of the two worlds enter my dream!

In the past, sentient beings entered the dream to find the way forward, but now, I can let sentient beings enter my dream to guide them.

Entering the dream of the universe can also be called the dream of the universe!

Hualala~

The Daoyi diagram was rippling like water, and a line of words flowed out in the divine light:

[Daoyi Divine Power: Entering the Great Thousand Dreams (Daqian Entering Dreams) has been mastered, level, three stars]

"Daqian Entering Dreams?"

An Qisheng's heart was rippling, but he was not too surprised.

Bang~

He stepped on the ground, and the invisible wave shook the ground. The man-sized 'Royal Power Statue' had already risen from the ground and was held up by his hand.

He walked into the Taoist temple.

Then, he sat on the cushion in the slightly dim room and slowly closed his eyes.

Buzz~

As his mind turned, the 'Infinite Cave Heaven, Samsara Blessed Land' in the depths of his soul suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the many steps that came down in all directions.

Faintly, there were many spiritual imprints of different light and shadow flying around in the Infinite Cave Heaven like flying birds.

These spiritual imprints were all dreamed of by An Qisheng in Xuanxing and Jiufujie. They ranged from experts and scholars who were not familiar with martial arts to the seven sons of Wangquan Dao and Wangquan Daoist.

These spiritual imprints melted in the sudden divine light, like snow water, and then under an invisible wave, they turned into unknowable fine lines and disappeared into nothingness.

Connected to the dark.

Xuanxing is different from Jiufujie and the human world. Except for a few places, most people have never experienced war or life-and-death crisis in their lives.

Moreover, most people are busy every day, even working overtime until late at night. In this state, if they want to divide their energy to practice martial arts or do anything else, they really have the will but not the strength.

Of course, more importantly, An Qisheng does not really want to break the peaceful order of Xuanxing.

With a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally. Along with martial arts comes the evil of human nature. After experiencing the Jiufu world and the human way, he has sorted out the world twice and cleansed the world. He has gained a lot, but he doesn't want Xuanxing to experience it again.

It's not that everyone practices martial arts and everyone practices. The way has never been passed on lightly, and this is by no means a treasure.

Therefore, An Qisheng's first batch of preachers must be "those who know the roots and the bottom."

"How is Mr. Lu?"

In front of the intensive care ward of a hospital in the Magic City, a group of people were waiting anxiously outside. The nurses who were surrounded were a little pale. These people were all well-known people in the Magic City, and she had only seen many of them on TV.

"Lu, Mr. Lu hasn't woken up yet."

The little nurse looked a little nervous and stuttered.

The one in the intensive care ward is a real master in the biological field of the Magic City. His disciples are now elites in various industries. Once he really can't wake up, it will be an earthquake in the biological field.

"I said this hospital is not good. If it were me, we would go to Xuanjing. Lao Liu, isn't your son the dean of the military hospital? Let him call in experts for consultation!"

Hearing the nurse say this, an old man with a square face in the crowd said in a deep voice.

"No, Mr. Lu can't stand the bumps at this time. If his condition worsens, it will be terrible!"

The man called Lao Liu shook his head repeatedly: "I have asked Zhiyan to call in experts to the Magic City. If there are any instruments needed, I will bring them to Xuanxing. Mr. Lu can't move!"

As the group spoke, their voices were a little louder.

The little nurse was nervous, but still reminded: "Mr. Lu needs to rest. You, you can't be so loud."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Dozens of big names from all walks of life shut up, more obedient than children who heard their teachers scolding them in school.

Only the old man with a square face stood up and came to the door: "Can I go see Mr. Lu now? I am his junior brother"

The little nurse hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist the old man's eyes: "Okay, but only one can go in."

The old man with a square face nodded.

Walking into the ward.

A strong smell of disinfectant, on the snow-white bed, a gray-haired old man lay quietly on the bed, and the lines on the ECG monitor beside him were undulating like waves.

Several doctors were guarding beside him and doing various examinations.

"Brother Lu"

Looking at Lu Shiping on the bed, the old man with a square face had blurred eyes.

Although he knew that life was finite and birth, aging, illness and death were inevitable, he still couldn't help feeling sad.

"Huh?"

At this time, a doctor stood up and looked at the instrument with some doubts. The lines that had been undulating like waves before had stabilized.

"What's wrong?"

The old man with a square face was a little nervous.

"No, it's okay, don't worry, Mr. Lu..."

Under the mask, the doctor's eyes looked a little uncertain: "It seems that he fell asleep."

"Asleep?"

Looking at Lu Shiping's relaxed brows and steady breathing on the hospital bed, the old man was also a little dazed.

Since the terminal stage of cancer, Lu Shiping has never had such a smooth and peaceful sleep, no matter how many drugs and equipment he uses.

Comfortable and peaceful

Like soaking in warm water, like his mother's embrace when he was young, Lu Shiping couldn't remember how long it had been since he felt so relaxed.

It seemed like a long time, but it might have been just a moment.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"This is"

The familiar pain disappeared, and there was no longer a soft mattress underneath him, but seemed to be an uneven wooden board.

Something seems wrong.

Such a thought came to Lu Shiping's mind, but there was no fluctuation, and he quietly experienced the time without severe pain.

My chest feels tight. Is this bronchitis?

My hands and feet were weak, and my stomach was empty. This was because I had been hungry for a long time, and the muscles in my back were a little sore. This was probably due to sleeping on a hard board for too long.

This feeling is not pleasant, but for him who has been suffering from severe illness for many years, it is a beauty that he has not experienced in an unknown amount of time.

This body is not my own.

He knew that his heart would not beat so strongly, his dim old eyes could not see so clearly even with glasses on, and his slow brain could not move so fast.

After a moment of quiet reflection, he slowly straightened up and looked around.

This was Lu Shiping's first impression.

Antique, this is the second one.

No more.

There was a table, a bench, and a beam, and it was shockingly empty.

"Is this a new student?"

Lu Shiping staggered to his feet and remained calm, because any situation was much better than waiting to die in bed.

Phew~

At this time, a gust of wind blew in from the broken door.

Under Lu Shiping's somewhat surprised gaze, the dust on the ground swirled and danced, turning into a line of words that he had never seen before, but clearly understood its meaning:

[Gold and iron horses, loyalty in the world, martial arts competition, and battlefield hegemony. This is a stage for the strong to dominate, and it is also a hell for the weak to cry.

The strong sit thousands of miles away like a picture, with silks and satins, fine clothes and fine food, and wives and concubines like clouds; the weak have nothing but bare walls and are as skinny as firewood, and they either die by the roadside or on the bed of illness.]

[This is a time-honored legend and a myth that can make people sing and cry—Fan Zimin, the author of "The Biography of King Quan\