That night, Zhao Cheng began his third dream. As a Sword Master, he was invincible beneath Mythology; though not yet Mythology himself, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with it. Reaching the pinnacle of the human world, one man and one sword severed every evil karmic tie.
Afterward, he finally used Sitting and Forgetting to condense a Saint Soul, attaining the Saint realm and becoming invincible in the world.
Then he woke from the dream, his Saint Soul achieved.
One realm a day—Zhao Cheng's rate of growth was unbelievably fast, yet steady to the extreme.
That morning, someone knocked on his door.
Li Qingmeng and Yan Sisi had come. Yan Sisi scrutinized Zhao Cheng with a grave expression, suspecting that he had used some kind of unorthodox method.
"It's fine. It was only a dream. Spring dreams leave no trace; to you, they were merely things that happened in a dream."
Zhao Cheng smiled and reached out to stroke Li Qingmeng's head.
Bright Light burst forth from him, soothing the turbulence in her spiritual world.
It was a disturbance caused by interference between parallel worlds.
Back when he had merely passively interfered with all parallel worlds, it had been one thing. But now that he had concentrated that force of interference on a single point, it was far too domineering. Those who shared great karma with him had all been affected to varying degrees.
As for Li Qingmeng, her obsession was too deep, and they had happened to meet several times. That was what had created this situation.
"So you remember it all, don't you?"
Li Qingmeng brushed Zhao Cheng's hand aside. Certain fragments of memory were rapidly being obliterated, but she did not want to forget.
"Those were only one possibility."
Zhao Cheng said.
"If I had..."
Li Qingmeng