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 a void of chaos, not knowing where it started or where it ended. There was no beginning or end, just wandering aimlessly.

Even his thoughts drifted with the flow, as if he had been exiled into the endless turbulence of the void, becoming muddled and confused.

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly, in an unknown place ahead, a majestic river suddenly appeared and entered Wang Heng’s field of vision, making his zombie-like eyes glow with a strange brilliance and a little life.

What kind of river is that?

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

Countless water droplets of time have gathered into a river, which is mighty and endless, carrying the changes of the world and witnessing the vicissitudes of the world and the changes of the years.

Looking down at the long river, it is as if an ancient historical scroll is slowly unfolding in front of Wang Heng, deducing people and objects that stand up to the sky and the earth, as well as sections of evocative epics.

Just when Wang Heng was immersed in it and couldn't 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, dizzy, and couldn't help but retching.

He wanted to shout for help, but couldn't. He could only wave his limbs helplessly.

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

Then, he involuntarily flew deep into the space and collided with a humanoid black shadow.

What followed was a flood of pain, concentrated in the head. At this time, this part seemed to have been hit hard by a sledgehammer. The pain was unbearable, and it was extremely hot, as if there was something there. A blazing sun floats in my mind, releasing endless light and heat.

This kind of pain was so terrifying that Wang Heng fell into coma and lost consciousness several times. Every time he woke up, what awaited him was an endless splitting headache. The pain was so painful that Wang Heng wanted to dig out his skull with his hands. Come out and throw it on the ground.

Just when he could no longer hold on, his consciousness was blurred, and he was about to enter death and eternal silence.

A stream of sweet spring poured into the mouth from outside the lips. As soon as it entered the mouth, it quickly spread throughout the body, soaked through the limbs and bones, and spread to the depths of the head, bringing waves of coolness to Wang Heng and greatly alleviating the pain in his mind.

It’s hard to tell what kind of substances these are. From Wang Heng’s perspective, they are like gurgling streams, glowing with divine and brilliant brilliance. They are like divine sunshine, overflowing with fragrant aroma, nourishing everything in their path, and no matter they are invaded by it. The dyed flesh and blood particles seem to have been sublimated, and their activity has increased by an unknown amount.

"boom!"

Wang Heng only felt that some kind of shackles in his body had been broken, and his whole person "came alive". His flesh and blood, organs, bones, etc. were all filled with extremely rich life energy, and there was an indescribable force hovering around him. Everywhere in his body made his pores open and his whole body felt comfortable, as if he was about to emerge and ascend.

"This is?"

Wang Heng was shocked and confused.

Could this be the legendary fairy juice, jade liquid, nectar and nectar, which can bring life and death, flesh and bones, to people with just one sip?

As this cool breath entered his head, the high-hanging sun in Wang Heng's mind slowly extinguished, all the pain and heat were extinguished, and the numerous scars were moistened by the substance and slowly eliminated. He felt I have reached unprecedented comfort, as if my whole body is soaked in fairy liquid, my body is constantly evolving, and my spirit is also sublimating.

This feeling is extremely wonderful, something Wang Heng has never felt before.

In the world he lives in, science is paramount, and all strange powers and chaos are regarded by the public as fabricated and imaginary. Even Wang Heng himself is a materialist, and it is impossible to come into contact with these things in front of him.

At this time, the pain gradually disappeared, his thoughts were brought back to reality, and his ability to think was restored.

Feeling the amazing effect of 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 saw earlier that reflected the vast ancient history, was What is spun out of dreams is not real.

The reason for this certainty is that in the past six months, Wang Heng has been dreaming very frequently. As long as he closes his eyes and falls asleep, all kinds of bizarre scenes will appear in front of his eyes.

He also went to see a doctor specifically. As a result, the doctor concluded that he had frequent dreams because he was too energetic, causing his brain to still function after sleeping.

In addition, Wang Heng likes to read fantasy novels, so his brain will habitually construct this type of scenario.

Therefore, it is not surprising at all that he dreamed about the long river of time, dreamed about drinking immortal juice and jade liquid, etc.

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

As he finished speaking, a slightly urgent call suddenly came from his ears.

"Mr. Heng...Mr. Heng..."

The sound was very special, very ethereal, like the sound of nature, with extraordinary penetrating power, directly touching the soul, with an indescribable charm, as sweet and sweet as the sound of a fairy, as if it did not belong to the mortal world.

"Master Heng?"

Wang Heng was suspicious, who was he calling? There is "Heng" in his name, could it be calling him?

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

At this moment, the dark space was gone. After the blazing sun melted, Wang Heng could clearly feel that his consciousness was in a body.

He instinctively regarded this body as his own, but he had lost most of his control, and it was difficult to even open the eyes of the body.

After a lot of hard work, he finally succeeded. In the darkness, a ray of light emerged and shot down, illuminating Wang Heng's eyes.

"are you awake?"

Wang Heng said to himself, generally speaking, a dream will end with the opening of the eyes. After waking up from the dream, some impressions of the content of the dream may be left in the mind, and one may remember what one dreamed about, or maybe a dream Without a trace, forget everything.

Just when he opened his eyes and was about to look up and stare at the ceiling as usual, quietly dazing for a while, the scene in front of him froze him on the spot.

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

Among them, a glowing ancient tree occupies most of Wang Heng's field of vision. It is about as tall as an adult man. The trunk is thick and strong, and its old skin is like a horned dragon. It has many cracks and dense cracks. It can be seen that this ancient tree is The tree lived an extremely long time.

The old branches are lush and leafy, lingering with wisps of pure white breath, as sacred and noble as fairy mist. Between the clouds and mist, several fruits of different sizes can be vaguely seen, exuding bursts of fragrance, just inhale the nose and mouth slightly. , there is a feeling of becoming immortal and ascending.