216: Chapter 216 A Thousand Years of Dreams, Return Brings Calamity

After arriving in the First Universe, Qin Feng quickly challenged various A-Rank Espers, demonstrating the Divine Might of his Tyrant Body.

At first, he encountered many experts, and winning was still somewhat difficult.

But later, when Qin Feng arrived at the Tianzhou Pavilion, an Elder handed him a letter and an ancient book.

"The 'Space-Time Tyrant Body Mind-Cultivation Technique'. Although this method is not as good as the top-tier techniques of your Tyrant Body Pavilion, it was created by fusing my path of Time with the path of the Tyrant Body," the Elder said.

"I cannot accept a reward for no merit. Elder, I cannot take this," Qin Feng said with a firm expression.

"It is not that I wish to give it to you, but rather the Ming King. He once borrowed this book here and believed it would be useful to you. He asked me to keep an eye out and said that if you came to visit in the future, I should give this book to you," the Elder explained.

"Old Chen?" Qin Feng was taken aback, feeling a warmth in his heart.

"Very well, since it is given by my son, then naturally I must accept it." He nodded and bowed to thank the Elder.

In terms of attainment and comprehension, Qin Feng was already just one step away from the threshold.

Now with this Space-Time Tyrant Body Method, he soon reached a new height, and his combat power soared.

From then on, among peers in the First Universe, any A-Rank Esper was no match for him.

"Finished fighting, time to go to the next Universe!" Qin Feng clenched his fists; he was one step closer to his goal of becoming the strongest A-Rank Esper.

...

Dream World.

Chen Xing was reincarnated as a prince of an ancient Imperial Dynasty. He was favored from a young age and was early on regarded by the world as the crown prince.

At the age of sixteen, the Emperor personally conferred upon him the title of Crown Prince of the nation.

Everything here was beautiful, unbelievably so. For a dignified royal family, it was surprisingly harmonious, with brothers who were friendly and respectful to one another.

"It's strange. Why do I always remember some bizarre stories in my mind? Could the people in the stories be me?"

Chen Xing had lost his original memories. Occasionally, some fragments would flash through his mind, and as he grew older, these fragments became more frequent.

But until one day, in his old age, the Emperor became irritable and temperamental. He would not listen to his advice, leading to turmoil throughout the land, and the Imperial City was breached by enemy forces.

Overnight, Chen Xing lost his family and home, and could only flee to another country to live as a beggar.

"If I write the stories that appear in my mind into books, can I earn some money?"

Here, in order to survive, Chen Xing sold his remaining possessions to buy brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone, and wrote a novel.

Unexpectedly, in this country, this type of novel quickly became popular, and a large amount of funds flooded into his pockets.

Relying on this special talent, Chen Xing successfully turned his life around.

But life is not always smooth sailing, and at this moment, a crisis descended once again.

The Emperor here appreciated him and initially wanted to investigate the source, but discovered that he was a person without official registration. Consequently, the place where the books were printed was also investigated.

Chen Xing was thrown into prison, his assets were confiscated, and he fell to the bottom of his life once again.

"The ways of the world are unpredictable... If this Emperor father had given birth to me when he was younger, or if he had just listened to reason a little more, it wouldn't have ended up like this," Chen Xing sighed.

There was no other way; their country was weak and could only muster ten or twenty thousand soldiers, while those attacking them had a full one hundred thousand.

Plus, the Emperor was incompetent; otherwise, the country really wouldn't have been destroyed.

Just as his life hit rock bottom, someone bailed him out, but he became a tool for writing books for the nobility.

In his later years, Chen Xing stood in the courtyard, gazing at the peach tree planted there, lost in deep thought.

Recently, a voice from the void had been calling to him, seemingly wanting to take him away from this place of trouble, but the doctor said it was because he had developed a sickness of homesickness.

"Mr. Chen." A graceful woman dressed in colorful clothes walked over, her face beaming with joy.

"Young Miss Li." Chen Xing turned around.

"A banquet is being held at the manor, and I have come specifically to invite you," the woman smiled sweetly.

Chen Xing looked at her, his expression calm.

For some reason, he said: "No, I... I really should leave now."

Young Miss Li was taken aback: "Leave?"

Chen Xing turned around, gazing at the sky: "I've remembered a little bit. I don't belong here; it is time to return to reality."

"Sir, what are you talking about?" Young Miss Li was confused.

"How to leave this place? Could it be that I need to resort to extreme measures?" Chen Xing mused thoughtfully.

"Little System, how exactly should I leave?"

He called out to the System, but received no response.

Chen Xing raised his hand; there was not a trace of spiritual power. This sense of helplessness was deeply rooted in his heart.

However, he still did not give up.

"What is real is hard to extinguish; what is false is easy to remove. Things that belong to me can never be excised, no matter what!"

At this moment, Chen Xing's gaze was firm; all his memories had returned.

In his later years, he remembered everything. A myriad of emotions surged in his heart, and his Concept actually soared rapidly, completely erupting and breaking through the limitations.

"Bang!"

With one punch, Chen Xing shattered the space in front of him. Behind it lay a turbulent flow of space-time—dangerous, but it could not stop his heart.

"Sir, if you leave like this, the world will forget your existence. Are you really going to abandon the fame and achievements you've accumulated over these years?" Young Miss Li shouted.

Chen Xing looked back once, knowing that this was what was called a [Nightmare] in the dream world, trying hard to make him stay.

"Sir, why not stay here and enjoy your later years? You can marry and have children, and you can use your talents to become an official. Nothing is impossible. Why must you choose to erase your own existence!" Young Miss Li shouted.

Chen Xing stepped one foot into the turbulent flow of space-time. At this moment, radiance enveloped his body, his white hair turned black, and he returned to his youthful appearance.

He turned back, his gaze firm.

"I am not in the [story] I wrote, but isn't this existing [story] the proof of my existence?"

Young Miss Li, or rather, the Nightmare, was stunned and, for a moment, could not speak.

Chen Xing said no more, turned his head, and plunged into the turbulent flow of space-time.

"Slaughter, Stars, Darkness, Three-Body, Yin and Yang, Life and Death, Space-Time, Grandmist, and... Great Dream!"

Chen Xing unleashed the Nine Lights, fusing ten thousand Battle Techniques, and the long-lost Hunyuan Heavenly Light reappeared.

With a boom, a rainbow divine bridge appeared within the turbulent flow of space-time, splitting the turbulence and leading directly out of the world.

Chen Xing walked step by step, and with every step he took, his clothes changed.

The ancient robes faded away, gradually replaced by modern attire; his long hair also vanished, replaced by his original appearance.

"Bang!"

In reality, Chen Xing opened his eyes and found himself still lying on the water mirror deep within the Secret Realm.

"I'm back... That feeling was just like the real thing; I couldn't tell the difference at all..." He stood up, filled with many emotions.

However, just to be safe, Chen Xing first used his finger to lightly tap his glabella, confirming that Yang Haochen's mark was still there.

At this moment, he felt completely relieved.

"System."

"Great Dream of Millennia: Different lives and sufferings, upon awakening, you have firmed your own belief. Congratulations to the Host for successfully Undergoing Tribulation!"

Chen Xing took a deep breath. Looking at his own state, he seemed to have reached a peak.

He took another look at the time; in the dream, over eighty years had passed, yet in reality, only two and a half months had gone by!

This was the miraculous nature of the dream world.

Chen Xing said no more, sat down cross-legged, and triggered the tenth Heavenly Tribulation; at the same time, this was also the tribulation leading to the Heavenly Position Realm.