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1 Strange Dreams Over the Years

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Leng Jingran suddenly woke up from his dream and shook his head with a bitter smile. He still did not understand the meaning of this strange dream that had accompanied him for more than eight years. Was it related to the background he had been searching for?

He had been having this dream since he was ten years old. It was a very strange place. There was a very wide road that could accommodate at least twenty large trucks. The entire road was paved with a material he had never seen before. It emitted a hazy seven-colored light, giving people a very peaceful feeling. There was a sense of majesty in the silence.

On one side of the road was a vast plain that stretched as far as the eye could see. There were all kinds of creatures on the plain. Not only had he never seen these creatures before, he could not even imagine them. Some of them were lying on the ground, pretending to sleep, some were taking a slow walk, and some were running around.

There was grass, soil, and mountains on the plains. There was also a thin layer of fog in the air, making it seem like a dream. On the other side was a sea area. As the breeze blew, the surface of the water rippled. There were many sea beasts that he had never seen before floating on the surface of the sea. There were also a few small islands in the middle of the sea, and he could vaguely see some slowly crawling aquatic creatures on the islands.

At the end of this strange road that separated the plains and the sea, there were two majestic palaces. From afar, they were sparkling and resplendent. There were many flying creatures circling and pacing above the palaces.

Leng Jingran could not name those flying creatures. Some of them did not even have wings and were just hovering in the air. This was a wonderful world, a world full of all kinds of inconceivable things, with mysterious and magical colors everywhere.

Just as Leng Jingran was about to walk towards the two majestic palaces, he woke up from his dream. This was his first dream. Every month, Leng Jingran would have the same dream, but every time he took a step forward, he would wake up.

This dream repeated twenty-four times, which was a full two years.

When he was twelve, Leng Jingran's adoptive father died in an accident while trying to save him. The look in his adoptive father's eyes before he died had always been engraved in his heart. He had pushed himself out of danger and was knocked down by a large truck. After confirming that he was safe, he slowly closed his eyes. That last look contained his adoptive father's love.

Leng Jingran finished handling his adoptive father's funeral. He recalled the look in his adoptive father's eyes before he died in front of his adoptive father's grave. His mind was in turmoil, and he entered a meditative state without any warning. His cultivation technique, which was at a bottleneck, suddenly broke through to the second level.

Leng Jingran became nervous when the dream appeared in his meditative state. He had read many cultivation techniques, but there was only one possibility for a dream to invade his mind when he was meditating.

If the inner demons invaded, one wrong move would result in Qi deviation and death. Leng Jingran carefully controlled the divine essence energy in his body to travel over and over again. He focused his mind and entered a state of neither joy nor sorrow, hoping to survive the invasion of the inner demon this time.

However, after circulating his magical energy for several dozen rounds, his mind was at peace. The dream realm did not seem to have ended.

The more Leng Jingran thought about it, the more curious he became. Could this dream be related to the realm that he had just broken through? He couldn't figure it out after thinking about it, so he decided to keep his heart and divert a portion of his attention into the dream realm. He tried to take a step forward in the dream, hoping that he would leave the dream automatically with a step like usual.

Unexpectedly, he could actually walk towards the two majestic palaces step by step this time.

He had finally finished this part of the journey, and the two palaces had finally appeared in front of him. The two palaces had the same structure. Twenty-four towering pillars supported the palaces. The only difference was that the materials used in the left palace emitted a golden light, while the materials used in the right palace emitted a silver light.

There were dozens of steps in front of the palace gate, paved with the same material as the main road, and it was hazy with seven-colored light. Leng Jingran came to the palace on the left. Just as he was about to step on the steps, his mind was suddenly ejected from the dream. This dream had come to an end.

The second dream realm accompanied Leng Jingran for four years.

When Leng Jingran was 16 years old, four very arrogant transfer students came to Tianxiang High School. They were dressed in avant-garde clothes and had unconventional hairstyles.

Leng Jingran was too lazy to bother with them because he felt that they were two different types of people and would not have any interactions.

A week after the four Homo Evolutis were transferred to Tianxiang High School, Leng Jingran was strolling around the field during lunch break.

Suddenly, he felt a special energy fluctuation nearby. Leng Jingran was different from ordinary cultivators. He cultivated a shen technique and was also the only one in the history of cultivation on Earth who cultivated the body of a god. Although he had only cultivated to the second layer, his cultivation had already reached the Itinerant Immortal realm.

Leng Jingran released his divine sense and discovered that a small, remote garden in the school had been set up with a barrier. With a thought, his divine sense passed through the barrier. There were 11 people fighting at the scene. On one side were these four Homo Evolutis, and on the other side were six masked men in black, holding Japanese samurai swords in their hands. There was also one dressed in Japanese monk attire, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his hands forming a hand seal.

Leng Jingran immediately understood what was going on. However, what was strange was that these four kids were big shots. Why would Japanese ninjas appear in school to assassinate them?

Looking at the skills of these six Japanese ninjas, they were at least Chuunin. The strongest among them was probably at the level of Jounin. Although the four Homo Evolutis were dressed avant-garde, the moves they used were authentic ancient martial arts of the Chinese dynasty. Moreover, their moves were steady. This was not something that could be practiced in a year or two. They were obviously disciples of ancient martial arts aristocratic families.

Four against six. After a few dozen moves, these four brats could not hold on. Even if they were disciples of ancient martial arts aristocratic families, the other party was also six experts. Each of their skills was not much different from these four brats.

Although Leng Jingran didn't really care about these four Homo Evolutis, he disliked the Japanese even more. Leng Jingran was from China. As long as he was a Chinese, he would not forget the history. He had never liked these Japanese. Although they weren't nationalistic youths, it was a blatant provocation for the Japanese to come to the school to assassinate their classmates.

Leng Jingran looked around. No one was paying attention to him. He directly teleported outside the barrier and waved his hand at the barrier. A stream of divine essence energy hit the barrier.

The barrier was broken without a doubt. The Japanese Onmyoji who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and maintaining the barrier spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. This barrier was closely connected to the mind of the Onmyoji. Leng Jingran, who was an Individual Immortal, was forcefully attacking the barrier. It was as if a sledgehammer had smashed into his heart. It would be strange if he did not vomit blood.

Leng Jingran walked into the small garden and formed a seal with one hand. His magical energy split into six paths and smashed onto the six Japanese ninjas, instantly turning them into ashes along with their swords.

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