One Sword

The dreamscape was bizarre and ever-changing, its scenes shifting beyond prediction.

Every person who entered saw an entirely different vision of the Dream Realm.

Brilliant clouds glimmered in every color, thunder roared atop mountain peaks, unfathomably deep abysses yawned below, the Azure Sea...

Even the sights they glimpsed kept changing. One moment, an abyss lay beneath their feet. The next, the ground had transformed into a vast grassland, while the abyss hung high upon the horizon.

Everything impossible, everything unreasonable, could exist within a dream.

"So this is Fu Henghua's dream?"

Quite a few people surveyed this illusory realm.

Fu Henghua's deeds of teaching the Dao in dreams were widely known, yet not everyone had the fortune to come here.

But now, at Fu Henghua's invitation, every living being on Hundred Flowers Island beheld his dream.

Everything had been shaped by Fu Henghua's thoughts.

Grand and magnificent.

Dragon Daoist glimpsed nine layers of Azure Firmament descending from the sky. Upon those nine layers of clouds lay a colossal god with a dragon's head and human body, breathing lightning in and out.

Zhongli Zihan saw countless streams and springs flowing through a deep black abyss. Weak Water, pure water, divine water... waters of every attribute were born within the abyss, transforming into dragons and serpents of varying forms. Each dragon and serpent was one of Fu Henghua's understandings of the Dao of Water. They were cultivation arts, Dao spells, and, more than that, Creation arts for all manner of Dharma treasures and pills.

Fu Danwei, Tianjing Zi, and the others gravely watched the shadows behind the dream's luminous mist. Strange, ferocious tentacles, evil eyes, and demonic monsters prowled there, while all kinds of demonic arts and wicked techniques were woven into Fu Henghua's dream.

Blocked by the luminous mist, they could