Dream God Realm

Lin Huang woke from his meditation and checked the time; there were only two months left until the first preliminary round of the First Martial Arts Tournament.

"The Dream God Realm? It has been a long time."

Lin Huang whispered to himself, flicked his finger to set up a Divine Prohibition, and with a shift of his consciousness, he utilized the Celestial Pivot to arrive in the Dream God Realm.

The Dream God Realm is a supreme artifact legendarily forged by several God Lords using the remains of the Dream God. It encompasses the myriad worlds, allowing the races of all realms to communicate freely within it.

It can even perfectly replicate a body identical to one's real-world form within the Dream God Realm; regardless of cultivation level or the divine artifacts one possesses, everything is perfectly copied. It can be described as a true dreamscape.

Lin Huang was no stranger to the Dream God Realm. His method of achieving sainthood through alternative means was realized here, and the fifteen Nightmare Race brain cores used to create the Desolate God Realm were also obtained in this place.

At the time, he thought it was his own stroke of luck, but now Lin Huang knew it was a massive conspiracy.

I just don't know who the person is that treated me like a chess piece. Lin Huang felt a sense of vigilance. He entered the Dream God Realm once more, focusing his attention and staying on guard, worried that the person who had laid out the scheme in the shadows might appear.

However, after walking through the Dream God Realm for a month, he discovered nothing.

They went to such great lengths to help me achieve sainthood. This person surely won't let me go easily. But with no movement at all, it seems this person cannot act recklessly within the Dream God Realm either.

Lin Huang felt a sense of relief. The Dream God Realm is renowned for being beyond even the interference of God Lords, so it was not an empty reputation. After staying on guard for a month without finding anything suspicious, Lin Huang stopped worrying. He maintained his vigilance, took a step forward, and headed toward the venue of the First Martial Arts Tournament.

The Dream God Realm is divided according to the myriad worlds, yet compared to the distances between realms in reality, the connections between the worlds within the Dream God Realm are much tighter. However, without a certain level of cultivation, attempting to cross between realms is an act of courting death.

The myriad worlds are not harmonious. In reality, many people live and die without ever seeing another world. Although the Dream God Realm allows for communication between worlds, the hostility, suspicion, and competition between them are even more blatant.

Without the threat of death, almost every border crossing is a brutal war.

"One man against a nation" is certainly no exaggeration.

But today, Lin Huang saw many people from other worlds.

The Barbarian God Clan of the Barbarian Realm are much larger than the human race; even their infants are as tall as human adults, and a mature Barbarian God can reach thirty feet in height. Their wild nature is surging, and each possesses the terrifying strength to pull up mountains.

The Celestial Clan of the Celestial Realm is known as the number one race of the myriad worlds. Each is beautiful in appearance, possesses astonishing talent, and bears wings on their back. It is said they possess true divine blood, starting with the cultivation of a King-Sealing rank at birth. They are the darlings of the Yin and Yang paths, naturally able to manipulate the powers of light and darkness. As long as they do not fall, almost all can achieve the rank of Marquis.

Then there is the Demon Race of the Demon World. This is the race with the greatest disparity in strength among the myriad worlds. Some tribes are earth-shattering from birth, possessing innate divine bones and mastering unique divine abilities; their Dao rhymes are natural, and each is a King-Sealing powerhouse. Others, however, are reduced to mere prey, weak and pathetic, but once they succeed in their cultivation, they can defy the heavens and sweep through their generation.

As for the Underworld Clan of the Netherworld, they are even more terrifying. Every member born is a reincarnated genius who died in the myriad worlds, an undying soul reborn. Although they lack memories of their past lives, each has astonishing talent. With a population of less than ten thousand, they still rank in the top ten of the myriad worlds, which shows the terror of the Underworld Clan.

There are also the Three-Eyed Clan, the One-Eyed Clan, the Titan Clan, and the Heavenly Fiend Clan of the Sin Realm. It is said that these tribes possessed talents too heaven-defying, drawing the jealousy of the gods, who cursed them and exiled them to the Sin Realm. Their living conditions are the worst, but once the curse is lifted, they can awaken their strongest talents, which are earth-shattering.

There are countless races in the myriad worlds, each with their own talents. The human race ranks in the top ten of the myriad worlds despite having the most mediocre aptitude. Every time the First Martial Arts Tournament begins, it attracts many geniuses from outside realms to watch.

But Lin Huang clearly noticed that this time was different from the last time he had seen it; at least last time, he hadn't seen a single one of the top ten races of the myriad worlds.

"The winds are rising and the clouds are gathering. It seems the geniuses of this First Martial Arts Tournament are true peerless monsters; otherwise, it would be impossible to attract so many extra-realm races to watch."

Lin Huang glanced indifferently at those extra-realm races and walked past them calmly, only stopping when he passed the most famous Divine Stele of the Dream God Realm.

The Divine Stele of the Dream God Realm does not record the high and mighty gods, but rather the powerhouses in the myriad worlds closest to the gods. Every name is enough to shine through the ages.

But Lin Huang's gaze fell directly to the top of the stele, and only after seeing that it remained unchanged as before did he withdraw his gaze.

Every name on the Divine Stele is a peerless powerhouse that shines through the ages, but since there is a distinction between high and low, the name ranked at the very top, suppressing all other powerhouses, is naturally the most well-known.

Dream God Machine.

Three simple characters, but in Lin Huang's memory, this name, which has stood high at the top, has not changed for thirty thousand years.

Thirty thousand years. With his own strength, he has suppressed the countless geniuses of the myriad worlds for thirty thousand years.

The terror of Dream God Machine can be imagined.

Although many in the myriad worlds do not believe that Dream God Machine is truly the number one powerhouse beneath the gods, because he has never participated in the Myriad Worlds Holy War that occurs every thousand years.

But Lin Huang knew in his heart that since the Dream God Realm ranked Dream God Machine first, rather than the so-called champion of the "World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament" that others spoke of, it proved that Dream God Machine was indeed the undisputed number one powerhouse beneath the gods.

Walking past the Divine Stele, Lin Huang paused for a moment, then walked toward the venue of the First Martial Arts Tournament without looking back.

Lin Huang is not a proud or arrogant person, but thinking that other saints compete for rankings on the Divine Stele and for the championship of the millennial Myriad Worlds Holy War, while he has to participate in this so-called First Martial Arts Tournament, he felt a faint sense of shame in his heart.

But soon this emotion was wiped away from Lin Huang's heart. "Know shame and then be brave. Although I have achieved the saint rank, as the Three Holy Mothers said, I am indeed far too lacking. My accumulation is insufficient, my foundation is not solid; one could say I am the weakest of my peers. To become stronger, I must start from the beginning."

Ascending to the heavens in a single step is never a good thing. Although achieving sainthood through alternative means gave Lin Huang a starting point his peers could not imagine, the more he gained, the more he lacked.

Therefore, Lin Huang must work even harder to shed the label of the weakest saint.

"Perhaps the meaning of the Three Holy Mothers is simpler than I imagined." Walking into the waiting area designated for the First Martial Arts Tournament and quietly waiting for it to begin, a thought suddenly flashed through Lin Huang's mind.

Perhaps he was overthinking it.

Perhaps the Three Holy Mothers did not want him to comprehend his own Dao in this First Martial Arts Tournament.

Perhaps the Three Holy Mothers simply wanted him to see his own strength clearly, to know shame, and then be brave.

But soon Lin Huang shook his head again, feeling he was thinking too much. Perhaps the faint sense of shame from passing the Divine Stele had influenced him; after all, it was merely the First Martial Arts Tournament. Even if there were supreme geniuses and peerless monsters, who among them could give him the realization of knowing shame and then being brave?

A genius, in the end, is just a genius.