My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times

The Ancient Immortals behind him stumbled. A deep chill erupted from their hearts as they all turned to Lu Xuan, their gazes filled with shock and suspicion.

Lu Xuan chuckled lightly.

"Not really. I can’t explain the specifics either."

As he spoke, he turned to Chong Shanhu and smiled again.

"Just remember this: our lineage has three patriarchs, and your grandmaster is the Supreme—Supreme Laojun."

’I met this little tiger during the Spring and Autumn Period while acting as Lu Zi, under the identity of Supreme Profound Clarity. Now that he’s my disciple, it’s only right that he’s considered part of the Taishang Lineage.’

The few Immortals still reeling from the sight of the three bronze statues turned at the sound, their expressions strange. Li Changgeng’s eyes flickered slightly.

’This one’s Direct Disciple is also considered a third-generation disciple of the Taishang Lineage... What profound karmic fortune.’

Chong Shanhu quickly bowed.

"Master, I will remember."

"Go on, go on."

Lu Xuan spoke with a smile. Chong Shanhu felt the world spin around him. By the time his vision cleared, he had already returned to the Human World, standing atop a great mountain.

He looked around in a daze. After a moment, he calmed himself, reined in his stray thoughts, and followed the mountain path downward. As he passed a small stream, he saw a girl who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old walking alone.

Chong Shanhu was taken aback. He walked over, crouched down, and asked,

"Little sister, where are your parents? Why are you all alone in these woods?"

As he spoke, he frowned. ’This is a desolate mountain wilderness, with no signs of civilization nearby...’

The little girl curiously sized up the handsome young man before her, then said in a clear, crisp voice,

"My master told me to walk around on my own. He called it a ’journey,’ but I got lost..."

Chong Shanhu’s brow furrowed tightly.

"A journey? Your master..."

He shook his head, then said softly,

"What’s your name? I can take you to the nearest city, okay?"

"Okay!"

The little girl with the ponytail nodded again, seemingly unconcerned about whether the young man before her was a bad person. She just tilted her head up and said,

"My name is Zhou Xiaotong. But, big brother, you’ll have to wait a moment. Da Hei went to catch a rabbit. We have to wait for Da Hei... Oh, Da Hei’s back!"

As she spoke, Zhou Xiaotong waved excitedly. Chong Shanhu instinctively looked over, curious, just in time to see a large black dog with a scruffy coat rushing over, a dead rabbit in its mouth.

Zhou Xiaotong hugged the big black dog, rubbing its head. She glanced sideways and smiled.

"Big brother, we can go now."

"Mm." Chong Shanhu didn’t think much of it and nodded calmly.

.........

In the depths of the Cosmos, deep within the Central Star Domain, on a colossal, dead planet.

"Good, good, good! What a Human Race!"

A furious roar resounded. The entire massive star trembled from the powerful sound waves. Tectonic plates were blasted into the sky and shot into space, and then the planet disintegrated, shattered, and collapsed!

And amid the scattered, fractured continental plates, ten figures sat facing each other. The being with dragon horns was enraged.

"I knew the Human Race was despicable! To war! To war! All-out war!"

His furious bellow made this entire region of starry space tremble. The other nine Great Grade Level beings also had extremely grim expressions.

After a long moment, another Demon Minor Saint, clad in a great red robe, spoke in a deep voice.

"Including Xuan Tong, all the prodigies we sent had their heads cut off and hung on the Great Wall. This is a blatant provocation! Only a fight to the death will suffice!"

The Minor Saint toying with Buddhist Beads in his hand said,

"I inquired with the Life Tower. It was a fellow who calls himself the Sanqing Temple Master, suspected to be at the Demon Saint level... How can he walk freely in the world??"

The ten top-tier Minor Saints from various races, all standing at the pinnacle of the Great Grade Realm, looked at each other, fear appearing in their eyes.

According to the intelligence from the Origin Land, that Sanqing Temple Master rode his Daoist Temple, rampaging through the world and instantly crushing three Grand Grade experts to death!

After a long silence, the Dragon Horn Minor Saint said with a furrowed brow,

"No, this matter must be reported to the Heaven-Reaching Demon Saint. Xuan Tong was his direct son, and now he has died a miserable death at the hands of the Human Race..."

"We all understand the reasoning, but who will go?"

Another Minor Saint took a deep breath and said gravely,

"Too many old ancestors are slumbering in the Demon Tomb. Although the Heaven-Reaching Demon Saint stands guard at the edge of the Demon Tomb, if his lordship learns of Xuan Tong’s fate, he will surely be enraged. What if he disturbs the old ancestors in the depths..."

The Minor Saints fell silent.

After a moment, the red-robed Minor Saint rose gracefully and spoke in a deep voice,

"I will go. The Human Race has gone too far this time. I will report this to the Heaven-Reaching Demon Saint, and then have the Heaven-Reaching Demon Saint inform the old ancestors deep within the Demon Tomb!"

He paused, then said coldly,

"There are thirty-six old ancestors. Even if the twelve who are close to humans don’t act, the thunderous might of the other ancestors will be more than enough!"

The Minor Saints began to discuss among themselves, all nodding and agreeing.

A Minor Saint with relatively less experience asked curiously,

"The thirty-six old ancestors all survived the fault in the Years, living on from Ancient Times. I’ve heard they are all close to the Great Saint level... How can there be some who are close to the Human Race?"

The Dragon Horn Minor Saint enlightened him.

"Those twelve were members of the renowned Nine Thousand Saints from our Demon Race’s Ancient History."

"The Nine Thousand Saints?" That Minor Saint was even more baffled, exclaiming in shock, "In our past golden age, we had nine thousand Demon Saints??"

"You’re only just learning this?"

The Dragon Horn Minor Saint said with a smile,

"There were more than nine thousand. It’s just that those nine thousand were close to one another and, according to legend, all came from the same sect, so they were collectively called the Nine Thousand Saints... It’s a pity the Nine Thousand Saints were all friendly with the Human Race. Otherwise, we would have annihilated them back in Ancient Times!"

The inexperienced Minor Saint grew curious again and asked,

"Why were they friendly with the Human Race? And the Nine Thousand Saints all from the same sect? I’m afraid... I’m afraid even a Great Saint at the Celestial Realms level couldn’t achieve that, right??"

"That, we do not know. The historical fault left behind very, very little information."

The Dragon Horn Minor Saint shook his head and sighed.

"However, I once heard the Heaven-Reaching Demon Saint mention that in Ancient Times, there was an unimaginable, incredible Immortal who spread his teachings throughout the world. At that time, the Nine Thousand Saints were seemingly just ordinary plants, beasts, and birds. They only gained sentience after listening to that incredible Immortal’s sermon..."

He paused, then added,

"Of course, we don’t know if it’s true. After all, the Heaven-Reaching Demon Saint was also born after the fault in the Years. His knowledge of matters from Ancient Times isn’t much greater than our own."

That Minor Saint sucked in a cold breath, a look of yearning flashing in his eyes as he murmured,

"A single sermon giving rise to the Nine Thousand Saints..."

"Those nine thousand must have become Demon Saints later on. Most of them also disappeared along with the Immortals and Buddhas, leaving only twelve in the Demon Tomb... But even so, that Immortal was still absurdly powerful. No wonder he was called ’incredible’."

After the ten Grand Grade Minor Saints had sighed with emotion for a moment, the Dragon Horn Minor Saint shook his head.

"Alright, send the order. Gather all the Demons from across the cosmos and prepare for battle."

As he spoke, he snorted coldly, a savage glint in his eyes.

"It’s been six thousand years. It’s time to let the Human Race know what a ’demon tide’ is. I’d like to see if that Great Wall can truly withstand the charge of hundreds of millions of Demons!"

"After we breach the pass, of the Mortal Race, we will slaughter nine out of ten and keep one in ten to raise as livestock for food!"

"Prepare for war!"

.........

In Sanqing Temple, a young woman gently massaged the young man’s shoulders. The natural scent of peaches from her body drifted uncontrollably into his nose.

Breathing in the peach fragrance and feeling the soft, small hands on his shoulders, Lu Xuan’s mind and body relaxed, and he briefly drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he stood above the Years, tracing its path backward until he reached the middle of the river’s course, where he looked down from on high.

Gazing at the era of the Spring and Autumn Period for a moment, Lu Xuan, holding the Bronze Fragment, felt a wave of emotion. He then turned his sight to the age of the Qin.

With a thought, the mask Grandpa Chu had given him appeared. It was said to be able to obscure heavenly secrets and confuse perceptions.

Lu Xuan thought for a moment, put the mask on his face, and took a step into the long river of Time.

’This time, I travel to the era of Qin. I am not Profound Clarity, but Profound Yellow.’

His vision suddenly darkened, then everything became clear again. He looked around and found himself atop a majestic Divine Mountain.

"This is..."

Lu Xuan felt the mountain looked somewhat familiar. He swept it with his Divine Thought for a moment and came to a sudden realization.

"Taishan?"

He shook his head, not dwelling on it. He didn’t plan to stay long on this trip to Ancient Times. His main purpose was to find his teacher and see if he could learn the ’One Qi Transforms into the Three Pristine Ones’ that Taibai had mentioned.

’I’ll come back and see Xiaozheng next time.’

As he muttered to himself, Lu Xuan was just about to ascend to the heavens when he seemed to sense something and abruptly turned around.

Behind him, a thatched hut and a few patches of a vegetable garden had appeared out of thin air. An old farmer was tilling the soil within.

"Teacher!"

(There’s another Chapter at 10:30.)