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Perfect World: Dream Back to the Ancient Immortal World

Author: Jiu Zhuan Dachang

Summary:

Wang Heng woke up and dreamed of returning to the perfect ancient fairyland. He opened his eyes to see this world, monks, sacrificial spirits, monsters, ancient countries, the Great Dao, true immortals, elixirs, Dao seeds, world trees... Everything was so strange, yet so familiar. In the middle of the ancient fairyland era, what kind of brilliant era was this? True immortals appeared in the mortal world, and even the immortal kings could see them!

Chapter 1 Dream

It seemed like only a moment had passed, but it also seemed like thousands of lifetimes had passed. Wang Heng didn't know how to describe this feeling.

He lay on his back, wandering in the void and chaos, not knowing where he started or where he ended. There was no beginning or end, just drifting aimlessly.

Even the thoughts were drifting with the flow, as if they were exiled into the endless chaos of the void, and became confused and dazed.

I don't know how long it had passed, but suddenly, in an unknown place ahead, a magnificent river suddenly appeared and entered Wang Heng's field of vision, making his zombie-like eyes glow with a strange light and bring some life to them.

What kind of river is that?

Time and years have turned into substance like flowing water, becoming drops of river water, visible to the naked eye, no longer something that cannot be touched.

Countless drops of time converge into a long river, mighty and surging, carrying the changes of the world and witnessing the vicissitudes of life and the passage of time.

Looking down at the long river, it was as if an ancient historical scroll was slowly unfolding in front of Wang Heng, depicting the upright people and things, as well as the epic stories that are worthy of praise.

Just when Wang Heng was immersed in it and unable to extricate himself, suddenly, the situation changed. His suspended body seemed to be affected by some irresistible force and fell rapidly from the sky.

At this moment, Wang Heng felt dizzy and couldn't help retching.

He wanted to shout for help, but no sound came out and he could only wave his limbs helplessly.

After a few breaths, Wang Heng felt that he had "landed" and descended into a dark space. The feeling of falling disappeared instantly.

Then, he involuntarily flew into the depths of space and collided with a human-shaped black shadow.

What followed was a tide of pain, concentrated in the head. At this moment, this part felt like it was hit hard by a sledgehammer. The pain was unbearable and extremely hot, as if there was a scorching sun floating in the mind, releasing endless light and heat.

This kind of pain was so horrible that Wang Heng fainted and lost consciousness several times. Every time he woke up, he was greeted by an endless splitting headache. The pain was so severe that Wang Heng wanted to dig out his skull with his hands and throw it on the ground.

Just when he was about to collapse, his consciousness became blurred, and he was about to step into death and eternal silence.

A stream of sweet spring water flowed into his mouth from his lips. As soon as it entered his mouth, it quickly spread throughout his body, soaking his limbs and bones, and spreading deep into his head, bringing waves of coolness to Wang Heng and greatly relieving the pain in his mind.

It is difficult to tell what exactly these substances are. From Wang Heng's perspective, they are like gurgling streams, emitting a sacred and brilliant glow, or like divine light, exuding a fragrant aroma. Wherever they pass, they nourish all things. All the flesh and blood particles infected by them seem to be sublimated, and their activity is enhanced by an unknown amount.

"boom!"

Wang Heng only felt that some kind of shackles in his body were broken, and the whole person "came alive". His flesh, blood, organs, bones, etc. were all filled with extremely rich life energy. There was also an indescribable force swirling throughout his body, making his pores open and his whole body comfortable, as if he was about to ascend to heaven.

"This is?"

Wang Heng was filled with confusion.

Could this be the legendary elixir of life, the sweet nectar that, after a sip, can bring back the dead to life and turn bones into flesh?

As the cool breath entered his head, the sun hanging high in Wang Heng's mind slowly went out. All the pain and heat were extinguished. The scars were also nourished by the substance and slowly disappeared. He felt unprecedented comfort, as if his whole body was soaked in immortal liquid. His body was constantly evolving and his spirit was sublimating.

This feeling was extremely wonderful and was something Wang Heng had never felt before.

In the world he lives in, science is supreme, and all weird and supernatural things are regarded by the public as fabricated and imagined. Even Wang Heng himself is a materialist and it is impossible for him to be exposed to these things.

At this time, the pain gradually subsided, his thoughts were pulled back to reality, and he regained the ability to think.

Feeling the amazing effect brought by the mysterious juice flowing into his mouth, he shook his head in the darkness, convinced that he was dreaming. Everything, including the long river of time he had seen before that reflected the vast ancient history, was woven into his dream and did not exist in reality.

The reason why he was so sure was that in the past six months, Wang Heng had been dreaming very frequently. As long as he closed his eyes and fell asleep, all kinds of bizarre scenes would appear before his eyes.

He also went to see a doctor, and the doctor concluded that he dreamed frequently because he was too energetic, causing his brain to continue functioning after being dormant.

In addition, Wang Heng likes to read fantasy novels, which makes his brain habitually construct this kind of scenario.

Therefore, it is not surprising that he dreamed of the long river of time, dreamed of himself drinking elixir, etc.

With a bitter smile, Wang Heng said to himself: "It's just a dream after all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a slightly hurried call in his ears.

"Master Heng...Master Heng..."

The voice was very special and ethereal, like the sound of nature, with extraordinary penetrating power, striking the soul directly, with an indescribable charm, as pleasant to the ears as the sound of immortals, as if it did not belong to this mortal world.

"Master Heng?"

Wang Heng was suspicious. Who was he calling? There was a "Heng" in his name. Could he be calling him?

Thinking of this, he tried to open his heavy eyelids.

At this moment, the dark space has disappeared. After the scorching sun has melted away, Wang Heng can clearly feel that his consciousness is in a body.

He instinctively treated this body as his own, but he had lost most of his control and even had difficulty getting the body to open its eyes.

After some effort, he finally succeeded. A ray of light emerged in the darkness, shooting down and illuminating Wang Heng's eyes.

"are you awake?"

Wang Heng said to himself, generally speaking, a dream will end when the eyes open. After waking up, there may be some impressions left in the mind about the content of the dream, and you may remember what you dreamed about, or maybe the dream will disappear without a trace and you will forget everything.

Just as he opened his eyes and was about to look up at the ceiling and be in a daze for a while as usual, the scene before him made him stunned.

What appeared in the sight was not a ceiling at all, but something that was difficult to describe in words, mysterious, endless, and bizarre.

Among them, a glowing ancient tree occupied most of Wang Heng's vision. It was about as tall as an adult man, with a thick and strong trunk, and old bark like a dragon, with many dense cracks. It was obvious that this ancient tree had lived for an extremely long time.

The old tree is luxuriant with branches and leaves, and is surrounded by wisps of pure white air, as sacred and noble as fairy mist. Among the clouds and mist, a few fruits of different sizes can be vaguely seen, emitting bursts of fragrance. Just a slight inhalation into the mouth and nose will give you a feeling of being about to ascend to heaven.

Chapter 2: Immortal King's Medicine Garden

Around the old tree, there are all kinds of plants of various shapes and sizes, including grasses, ginseng, flowers, trees, etc. Without exception, all of them emit hazy light, standing among the holy white mist, looking extremely sacred.

Wang Heng looked at the scene in front of him, a little confused. Where was this? Was he still dreaming?

After a brief daze, he came to his senses and looked in surprise at the plants gathered in front of him.

Rather than saying they are plants, it would be more accurate to say they are fairies sitting cross-legged in the light, because each of them has a sacred and brilliant appearance and an otherworldly temperament.

This situation gave Wang Heng an illusion that he seemed to have accidentally entered the legendary fairyland. In his understanding, only the fairyland where immortals and gods stand together can grow such fairy plants.

These plants not only look sacred, but also emit a strong medicinal aroma that floats in the air and enters the human body through the mouth and nose, making the pores dilate, the whole body relaxed, and the person feel elated.

At this time, Wang Heng noticed that there was a slightly shriveled green fruit hanging three feet above his head, with one or two drops of juice hanging on it. It was fresh and juicy, and exuded a refreshing fragrance.

He was very familiar with this fragrance. Just now, when he was struggling in endless pain, a kind of fragrant elixir appeared at the critical moment, dispelling the haze and saving his life.

The juice hanging on the fruit in front of him was the same as the juice flowing into his mouth, or rather, it came from the same fruit.

In an instant, Wang Heng understood the situation of his dream.

In a place other than the mortal world, a man named "Master Heng" fell into a coma for unknown reasons. Later, a group of sacred and fairy-like plants used the juice of a kind of fruit to wake up the so-called "Master Heng".

Thinking of this, Wang Heng smiled, because if nothing unexpected happened, in this dream, his identity should be an immortal god living in the sky.

Just as he was daydreaming and lamenting that the dream was so real that it was hard to tell truth from falsehood, the shriveled fruits above his head suddenly floated in the air and came to the most extraordinary old tree.

"puff!"

The shriveled fruits exploded without warning, turning into a brilliant rain of light, pouring over the branches and leaves of the old tree, bursting out with bright light.

Wang Heng didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt that after being baptized by the light rain, the fruits grown on the branches of the old tree had become darker in color.

"what?"

Seeing the fruits on the old tree, Wang Heng realized that the fruit that relieved his pain and finally turned into rain of light came from this extraordinary old tree. It was no different from the ones hanging high on the tree. The only difference was the size of the fruit and the depth of its color, which represented the degree of maturity.

"Master Heng, you're awake."

An old voice came and echoed in Wang Heng's ears, accompanied by the breath of time, cleansing his soul. In a trance, he seemed to see a vast river of time, and above it, there stood an ancient tree. No matter how time washed away and the river rushed, it always lasted forever.

Shaking his head violently, he looked at the old tree bathed in the rain of light with slight shock. It was from it that the old voice came.

A tree actually spoke. What was even more shocking was that its body stood tall in the long river of time, as if it was immortal.

Wang Heng was in shock and found it difficult to respond for a while, and the atmosphere froze on the spot.

"Young Master Heng's soul just suffered a great disaster, which may have caused some unpredictable consequences. He seems to have lost his memory and does not recognize us." said an old purple ginseng.

As soon as these words were spoken, the plants present shook their branches and leaves, as if nodding in agreement.

"Something is indeed wrong. The young master's eyes reveal a strangeness when he looks at us. Alas, even the immortality fruit cannot heal the wounds of the soul?" A tall and lush ancient tree sighed.

It is much taller than the old tree and several times larger in size. Its branches are full of magical fruits. It looks imposing and extraordinary.

However, Wang Heng could feel the big tree's respect for the old tree. It seemed that the old tree that gave him the elixir had an extraordinary origin. Judging from its behavior and momentum, it must be the most sacred plant in this place.

This can be seen from the name of the fruit - the longevity fruit. It is hard to imagine that a fruit named after the word "longevity" is not extraordinary.

"So, I ate the immortality fruit? Could it be that I can live forever?" Wang Heng thought so, but then he sneered. It was just a dream and should not be taken seriously. When he wakes up from the dream, everything will disappear.

"It is possible. Although I dripped the juice of the longevity fruit into the young master's mouth and extinguished the chaos of his soul, the deed is done and the damage is inevitable. In the end, I am still one step too late." The old tree spoke with some emotion.

Then, it looked at Wang Heng. Since it was a tree, Wang Heng could not see what expression the old tree had at the moment. He only heard it ask, "Master Heng, are you feeling any discomfort in your body or in your head?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Heng immediately shook his head in response.

Then, he asked, making the best of it: "Where is this? Who are you?"

In Wang Heng's opinion, it was just a dream anyway, so there was no need to be too restrained or too afraid. At worst, the dream would be shattered and he would wake up.

"If he really has lost his memory, he came to the garden to collect herbs, but he met with this disaster for no apparent reason. If the Immortal King returns and knows about this, he will definitely blame us. What should we do?" A scarlet flower spoke a little anxiously.

Its entire body was as red as blood, and there was a faint flame lingering around its roots. Just getting close to it would make one feel dry in the mouth.

"Yes, the wrath of the Immortal King is beyond the reach of our mere magic medicines." Next to the scarlet flower, a magic grass with nine leaves echoed. On each of its leaves, there were mysterious patterns engraved, with knives, swords, towers, tripods and other things, with extraordinary Taoist rhyme.

The conversation between the two magical herbs immediately caused the plants present to panic.

They knew clearly how hard it was to get the Immortal King's biological son in front of them. Because of this, over the years, Young Master Heng has received great attention and love from the Immortal King, and the Immortal King has placed high hopes on him.

If the Immortal King knew that he had been in trouble and his soul was severely damaged to the point of amnesia, he would be furious.

At this time, the old tree, the leader of all the trees, spoke up to comfort them, "Don't jump to conclusions. This disaster of the Yuanshen may not be a bad thing for Master Heng."

After hearing it say this, everyone calmed down.

Lao Shu did not continue to explain, but responded to the question Wang Heng had asked earlier.