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Deep in the cave, Xie Que and Lord Dameng sat opposite each other.

The fragments of the world suspended between them were salvaged by Xie Que from the depths of the void.

And this is also the foundation that Xie Que intends to use to create a new samsara paradise.

Xie Que raised his hand, and a two-color light ball condensed at his fingertips.

On one side is the Avenue of the Universe representing time, and on the other side is the Avenue of the Universe representing space.

The two forces intertwined with each other, outlining the outline of the yin-yang fish in the void.

At the same time, a golden cicada pattern appeared between the eyebrows of the Great Dream Lord, and eighteen golden rays burst out from the pattern.

The surroundings were instantly dyed into an illusory golden mist. This was the magical power of "entering dreams" that the Great Dream Lord was famous for.

Xie Que said:
"If the speed of time in this world is stabilized at a hundred times."

"The souls of mortals may not be able to bear it. If they stay in this environment for too long, their souls will probably be greatly worn out."

He raised his hand and swept across the void, directly creating several souls without intelligence.

These spirits swayed inside like candles in the wind, gradually becoming transparent and dissipating.

The Great Dream Lord smiled leisurely, "Isn't this why you came to me?"

"So you don't need to worry about this, I will take care of it!"

He tapped his fingertips lightly, and layers of dream worlds emerged from the clouds.
Each layer is shining with different light, like countless parallel illusory time and space.

“Use dreams as a container and use illusion to carry reality.”

"I use dreams to set up a buffer zone in the blessed land, which can offset the loss of time."

"In this way, their souls will be equivalent to sinking in a dream, and will not be worn out too much."

There was a gleam of confidence in the eyes of Lord Da Meng. He raised his hand and merged these dream worlds into Xie Que's two-color light ball.

Xie Que stared at the fused power, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

His aura gradually calmed down, and he raised his hand and waved it, and the disordered laws of time and space cracks all dissipated: "This is very good."

After saying that, he nodded slightly, approving Da Meng Tianjun's plan, and the chaotic airflow in the cave gradually subsided.

At this moment, Xie Que suddenly raised his hand.
He just lightly tapped his finger, and the originally peaceful cave suddenly exploded as if it was detonated!

Accompanied by an earth-shaking roar, the Great Way of the Universe and the Great Way of the Universe intertwined in the air.

The magical power of Lord Da Meng was also activated at this moment and merged with the two great ways.

In an instant, the chaotic energy rolled and surged like a surging tide, and quickly condensed into a liquid galaxy in front of Xie Que and Dameng Tianjun.

The galaxy seemed to have life, trembling violently.

Suddenly, it seemed to be torn apart, and a hazy outline of the world emerged from it.

In this embryonic world, the earth is still slowly solidifying, and the sky is still slowly flowing.
The outlines of the mountains and oceans are like ink paintings, looming in the chaos and gradually spreading out.

This is a world in its infancy of chaos, a brand new world, being reflected in front of Xie Que and Dameng Tianjun!
Xie Que's fingertips lightly passed through the void, and a golden light, like a swimming dragon, suddenly rushed into the chaos.

In just a moment, the new world was filled with clouds and mist, and the wind was blowing.

Cities are springing up from the earth like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and golden palaces are looming in the sea of ​​clouds, like a fairyland.

Countless mortals travel between these cities. They are as small as ants, yet full of vitality and vigor.

On the fluttering flag, there is an ancient "Zhou" totem embroidered on it, which is dancing in the wind.

Lord Da Meng narrowed his eyes, and the phantom of the eighteen-winged golden cicada trembled slightly: "Where is this?"

His voice was somewhat doubtful as he stared at the world.

Xie Que's gaze also became distant, and a barely perceptible hint of reminiscence flashed in the depths of his golden pupils.

To him, that imaginary dynasty was not just a place, but also his hometown and the starting point of his martial arts journey.

"The Great Zhou Dynasty... is also my hometown." Xie Que's tone slowed down unconsciously.

Upon hearing this, Lord Da Meng seemed to be thinking about something.

He looked at Xie Que and asked, "So what do I need to do now?"

Xie Que raised a smile and said, "Just protect their souls and don't let those little guys confuse reality and falsehood!"

Before he finished speaking, Xie Que suddenly waved his arm, and the void seemed to be split by a sharp blade, revealing a deep vortex.

In the vortex, a huge bronze door slowly emerged, and the word "Reincarnation" on the door glowed brightly.

This world is both true and false.

It really exists, and the principles that we have realized are all real and can be directly applied.

The false thing is that one can only enter with consciousness, not with body or soul, and things gained through practice cannot be reflected back to oneself.

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Wuzong's martial arts training ground was crowded with people.

Guan Zetian stood on the high platform, holding the volume in his hand. His spiritual thoughts were like a tide, quickly sweeping across the entire Wu Sect.

"Today, in addition to the Cave Heaven, the Sect Master decided to open another sect, named 'Reincarnation Blessed Land'!"

Guan Zetian's voice was like a huge bell, echoing over the martial arts arena and reaching everyone's ears clearly.

"The blessed land of samsara has its own special features." Guan Zetian paused and continued, "In this blessed land, neither the body nor the soul can enter. Only the spiritual consciousness can enter."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his arm slightly and grabbed at the void.

In an instant, it seemed as if a huge bronze door slowly emerged in the air.

The door is looming, and the word "Reincarnation" on the door is flickering with a faint light, revealing a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

Following Guan Zetian's movements, the air in the martial arts arena began to distort violently, as if it was stirred by an invisible force.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the huge bronze door, and exclamations and discussions were heard one after another.

"This... is this the blessed land of reincarnation?"

"If neither the body nor the soul can enter, how can we practice?"

"One hundred years of cultivation, but only one year in the outside world? This is too amazing!"

The disciples were talking about it, some were very excited, while others looked confused.

Guan Zetian looked at the restless crowd below, smiled slightly, and explained:

"Don't worry, everyone. Although your physical bodies cannot enter the blessed land of samsara, the great way you have realized there is real."

"Moreover, even for those disciples with a lower level of comprehension, these hundred years are enough time for you to hone your skills."

Guan Zetian’s words made many disciples feel at ease, and they began to think about how to practice in this unique blessed land.

This is undoubtedly a huge benefit for disciples who are not good at understanding. After all, on the road of martial arts, the level of understanding often determines the height a person can reach.

For those disciples with less comprehension, this hundred years of practice is

It is like a timely help, giving them enough time to make up for their shortcomings and improve their strength.

However, for those disciples with excellent comprehension, this hundred years of practice time is a rare opportunity.

Their eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation, because they knew very well that this hundred years would be enough for them to make rapid progress on the road of martial arts.

Offstage, Feng Yao raised his hand and patted Xia Qi on the shoulder with a smile on his face, and said earnestly:

"Xia Qi, although you have outstanding talent and understanding, you have been practicing for too short a time after all."

"Now that my Wuzong Samsara Blessed Land is open, this is a great opportunity. You are a good candidate to enter the trial!"

At this moment, Guan Zetian on the stage unfolded a golden jade scroll and read out loudly the list of the first batch of disciples entering the blessed land of samsara:

"Witch tribe, Bai Lian, Xuan Li... Human tribe, Feng Yao, Lu Chi... Xia Qi!"

As the names were called one by one, the disciples who were called stood up one after another.

After Guan Zetian finished reading, the huge bronze gate of the martial arts arena suddenly made a low roar, as if it was driven by some powerful force.

Following the roar, the huge bronze door slowly opened, and the heavy door panel seemed to be pushed open by an invisible giant hand.

When the huge door was fully opened, a powerful suction force gushed out from the door, instantly engulfing the thirty people standing on the reviewing platform.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of these thirty people disappeared into the huge gate, as if they were sucked into a bottomless black hole.

When the giant door slowly closed again and finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated,

The originally bustling reviewing platform suddenly became empty, leaving only dead silence.

Bai Lian, the God of Creation, was standing at the front at this time and was the first to bear the brunt of this powerful suction.

His body suddenly staggered half a step and seemed to be a little unstable.

His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and a whisper unconsciously escaped from his throat:
"This aura... is like stepping into the long river of time!"

Xia Qi, who was standing next to Bai Lian, also had a slightly frightened expression.

He secretly used his divine sense to try to find out what secrets were hidden inside this huge bronze gate.

However, when his spiritual consciousness just touched the diffuse fog, it was like a drop in the ocean, and was instantly swallowed up without a trace.

Xia Qi's pupils suddenly contracted, a chill rose from his spine, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back in an instant.

He couldn't help but be shocked. This was the first time he felt such strong suppression since he became a Half-Step Dao Lord.

The moment everyone stepped into the huge bronze gate, time and space seemed to be twisted into a huge vortex before their eyes.

Countless images flooded into their minds like a tide. These images included the childishness of holding a sword for the first time in childhood, the splattering of blood in life-and-death struggles, and the fear and despair when the demons in their hearts grew.

These images flashed across each other so fast that it was almost impossible to breathe, as if their souls were being torn apart.

At this moment, Wu Zong's disciples all knelt down with their heads in their hands. A splitting headache swept through their bodies, as if their brains were boiling in their skulls.

Some people cried out in pain, some bit their lips, blood dripped down their chins, leaving dark red marks on the ground.

"One second in the outside world is equivalent to a hundred breaths in the blessed land. I wish you all... good luck." A cold voice exploded in everyone's sea of ​​consciousness, causing pain in their eardrums.

After the sound faded, a buzzing echo remained in the air.

At this moment, Xia Qi was suddenly pushed hard by someone.

He staggered and nearly fell.
He looked up and saw a young man in tight clothes looking at him with a frown.

"What are you doing?" the young man asked in a bad tone, "Master is about to teach the first lesson, why don't you stand still?"

Xia Qi staggered and held onto the mottled blue brick wall. The rough touch on his palm was so real that it made his heart frightened.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly exploded from the depths of his consciousness, and a series of images and information flooded into his mind like a tide.

As the memory puzzle gradually became complete, he understood his current situation, which was the Great Zhou Dynasty which was nowhere to be found.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was established for 800 years, and it ruled the country with "martial arts".
The city of Tianjin, where he was located, was an important martial arts center in the north.

What shocked him even more was that the cultivation system in this world was completely different.

There are no common Taoist magic powers, and no one mentions the cultivation of the soul.
Everyone is honing their bodies, forging their blood, energy and will into the sharpest weapons.

Xia Qi turned around abruptly and saw a dozen figures behind him shaking their heads in confusion.

The faces of those familiar Wu Zong disciples were filled with confusion, and some of them pinched their arms.
Someone was muttering to himself at the sky, apparently not yet recovered from the shock of the time and space transformation.

He looked at a disciple in front of him, who was now awake wearing a rough linen shorts.

Around his waist he wore a wooden plaque with the words "Tianjin Military Register" on it, with the words "The Twenty-third Year of Wude in the Great Zhou Dynasty" engraved on it.

"I... have become a human?" The young man whispered with a strong sense of disbelief.

However, the people around him remained as if they had not heard these shocking words at all.

Xia Qi also said tentatively: "Is this the blessed land of reincarnation?"

The "native" in front of him seemed not to have heard it.

The cold wind blew, blowing up the dead leaves on the ground.

Xia Qi looked at the towering martial arts hall in the distance and suddenly laughed out loud.

The reality of this illusion is far beyond imagination. Every brick and tile, every glance, seem like fragments peeled off from the real world.

To build such a world, it would consume unimaginable resources and even require the real world as a foundation.

The copper bells on the eaves rang clear sounds in the wind, and a withered yellow sycamore leaf swirled down.

Xia Qi was staring into the distance in a trance when he suddenly heard steady footsteps coming from the bluestone road.
Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man in a moon-white gown walking towards me with his hands behind his back.

The man had an ancient wooden token hanging around his waist, with the three characters "Wu Jiaotou" engraved on it.

Xia Qi's heart moved. This seemed to be the "Master" that the native senior brother had just mentioned.

The martial arts instructor also clasped his fists and said, "My name is Chen Qingya, and I will study martial arts with you from now on."

Then, Master Wu got straight to the point: "You have all been in my secret sect for a few days, and I believe you all know some of the rules, so I won't repeat them here..."

"The first thing you need to learn today is this 'Mysterious Fist'."

After saying this, he took a half step back, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.
The right fist slowly extends forward, and the left palm is lightly covered at the waist, which is the starting posture of the mysterious fist.

The move seemed ordinary, with neither the sharp sound of breaking through the air nor the majestic momentum.

Xia Qi raised his eyebrows slightly. In his half-step Dao Lord's experience,
This is nothing but a crude skill used by ordinary warriors to strengthen their bodies. How can it be called "martial arts"?
However, the days that followed were incredibly boring.

Chen Qingya required his disciples to punch a thousand times every day, repeating the four-word formula "front, back, left, right", and their footwork was limited to the simplest forward, backward and flexible movements.

Xia Qi was bored and counting the clouds in the sky, and his boxing skills were also weak. (End of this chapter)