Once again, Sun Wutian found himself near the giant tree. Like before, a small house was next to the trunk. He knocked on the door, and Ancestor Fusang walked out. “How was it? Did you enjoy your dream?”

“Master, you knew?” Sun Wutian let out.

Ancestor Fusang turned his head away but kept his eyes on his disciple. “Do you really think regular dreaming could create such a realistic world? Even a demon born at the acupoint opening level like yourself will not be able to maintain it, much less a regular mortal. Even if you could sustain the false reality, you do not have the experience to create such a world.”

“Then did Master influence my dream?” Sun Wutian asked.

“If I had to personally intervene in your dreams, it would only tire me. No, the templates of the false worlds are embedded in the Dream Divinity Script. Practicing the Dream Divinity Script will also implant the dream seeds into your subconscious, which will appear once you fall asleep. However, to cultivate the Dream Divinity Script to a higher level, you cannot rely on these implants. You have to construct your own dream world. Only when you think you’ve created the perfect dream world can you ascend from the Transcending Mortality Realm to the Immortal Realm,” Ancestor Fusang said. “For now, you are still too weak and inexperienced to form your own dream world.”

“Then when will I be able to construct my own dream world?” Sun Wutian asked.

“When you reach the Nascent Soul Realm. Remember, it’s the Nascent Soul Realm and not the Soul Nourishing Realm,” Ancestor Fusang emphasized. “Once you reach that level, you might be able to construct a dream like the one you just experienced. As for beyond that, it depends on whether you have experienced enough.”

Sun Wutian frowned and scratched his head. “Master, you said I need to experience a lot. Does that mean in reality?”

Ancestor Fusang nodded.

“I feel like it will take too long. Taking so long doesn’t fit the stereotype of a protagonist. Is there a way to shorten it?” Sun Wutian asked. Before he knew it, he felt a bursting pain on his forehead. “Ow!”

“Do you know how many people would envy your chance, and you complain about it being too slow?” Ancestor Fusang said, retracting his finger. “There is a shortcut, but it’s dangerous.”

Sun Wutian forgot about the pain as his eyes lit up. Although the dream experience had made him mature, he still couldn’t contain his excitement. “Really? What is it?”

“It’s not a big secret. You would eventually discover it yourself. Fictional worlds are created based on experience and imagination. As long as your imagination is great enough, it can make up for the gap in your experience.” Before Sun Wutian could get any more excited, Ancestor Fusang cut him off. “However, using your imagination too much will result in a world with a shaky foundation. If the dream world is not stable enough, it will collapse, and you will fail your Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation. You won’t even have a chance to become an Earth Immortal and will be directly buried under the baptism of lightning.”

Sun Wutian frowned again. “Do I still have to rely on experience?”

Ancestor Fusang smiled. “You don’t have to rely on experience; you need experience. However, it’s not like there’s no way to train your imagination.”

“Master, please teach me!”

“No rush. You’re still far from reaching the point of creating your own dreams. Like the dream world, if your dream does not have enough stability, it will collapse, forcing you to wake up. If you aren’t careful, your soul will be damaged.”

Sun Wutian sucked in a cold breath. He didn’t expect the Dream Divinity Script to be so dangerous.

“Everything before the Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation is just the preparatory phase. That’s true for all other cultivation methods, and it’s also true for the Dream Divinity Script.” Ancestor Fusang waved his hand. “Okay, I’m done scaring you. I’ll tell you how to train your imagination.”

Sun Wutian temporarily forced down his concern about the Dream Divinity Script and listened with open ears.

“It’s rather simple. Create a story. As long as the logic in the story is consistent, your imagination should create a stable world,” Ancestor Fusang said. “Of course, it’s not that easy. The longer the story becomes, the harder it is to remain consistent. It doesn’t even have to be conveyed in words. A visual medium is fine too.”

Sun Wutian knew what Ancestor Fusang was talking about. Before getting hooked on The Great Sage that Defies Fate, he mostly read graphic novels—stories told in pictures with only minor text and speech bubbles. Still, he was worried. “Can I really train my imagination like this?”

“Then how do you think you should train your imagination?” Ancestor Fusang asked, making Sun Wutian speechless. “Wisdom can be trained as long as you experience enough. Knowledge can be increased, and even techniques can be perfected with enough practice. Imagination is different.”

Upon seeing his disciple still showing confusion, Ancestor Fusang only shook his head. “You’ll understand later. If that’s all, retreat.”

“Master, I actually have another question,” Sun Wutian said. “Do you have any equipment? I’ve always thought my fists were strong enough, but after experiencing the first dream, I understood that hands and feet will never overcome weapons.”

“You have the correct mindset, even if the fact is only false in the rarest of conditions,” Ancestor Fusang said. “Speak, what equipment do you require?”

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“Can I have a cudgel and armor like the Monkey King?” Sun Wutian asked.

“You have good ideas, but it’s still too early for you. I’ll prepare a big gift for you when you leave, but for now, this should suffice.” Ancestor Fusang waved his hand, and a black book appeared in Sun Wutian’s hand. On its cover was written Seven Heavens Swordplay.

“Master, I don’t want to learn swordplay—” Sun Wutian wanted to continue talking, but he discovered that Ancestor Fusang had mysteriously disappeared again. “I’ll learn this for now and study the staff when I get a suitable technique.”

When Sun Wutian returned to the front, he was immediately pulled by his friend to ask where he was. Although he really wanted to brag about becoming Ancestor Fusang’s disciple, he didn’t dare because of his master’s words before transmitting the Dream Divinity Script.

He didn’t know if his friend believed his lies, but the friend quickly pulled him to compete. On the mountain, not only did the students listen to Ancestor Fusang’s teachings, but they also competed against one another to hone their techniques. At their levels, it was still far too early to comprehend the worldly laws.

Sun Wutian naturally obliged. Although it wasn’t the staff techniques he dreamed of, he was still very excited to try the swordplay techniques. He had only learned some of the forms, but it was enough for him to defeat many Foundation Establishment disciple opponents. At the master level, he suffered some victories and losses.

However, those who were dissatisfied with his actions during the sermons took action. They couldn’t kill or deliberately injure Sun Wutian, but it was enough to press him into the ground with their feet.

As a result, Sun Wutian suffered. He didn’t know why they wanted to bully him, but he could only record this humiliation in his heart. Ancestor Fusang would only intervene if they went too far. Losing in a spar was considered normal. Had it not been for his experience in the first dream, Sun Wutian would not have been able to force down his dissatisfaction. He might have even shouted that Ancestor Fusang was his master. Although it might have cowed the other students, he would likely have been unable to suffer the consequences of such actions.

After the free time ended, Ancestor Fusang appeared again and started his sermon.

Like before, Sun Wutian fell asleep once he started circulating the Dream Divinity Script. With the experience of the first dream, he was no longer as surprised or startled by his current form. Like the first dream, he had become an ordinary beast again—a macaque this time.

It really resembled the first dream, except for a few differences. For one, the upper limit of martial arts was higher, and the government could not regulate the martial underworld as easily, and the two formed a strange balance. The previous dream had a stronger imperial court. No matter how wanton the martial artists were, they had to be wary of attracting the government’s attention.

In this dream, the government was also afraid of martial artists. There was a tradition among the martial underworld: should a government official push them too far, a strong martial artist would sneak into the official’s residence in the middle of the night and leave a note next to their head. The most eye-catching part was the dagger impaled through the note and into the bed.

This was a warning to the official that they could be assassinated anytime.

Of course, it only worked on officials without powerful guards. Although many powerful martial artists desired freedom, others valued wealth and prestige. The strongest naturally protected the Forbidden City where the emperor lived.

Unlike the first dream, Sun Wutian did not focus on learning the local techniques or teaching any disciples. Instead, he wholeheartedly focused on learning the Seven Heavens Swordplay. No matter how powerful the denizens of the second dream were, could they compare to the immortal technique bestowed upon him by Ancestor Fusang? In addition, the technique had the word “heaven” in its name. According to Sun Wutian’s years of reading, anything associated with heaven could not be too bad. It might even be very powerful.

Until his death in the second dream, Sun Wutian focused on learning and perfecting the Seven Heavens Swordplay. When he reached a bottleneck, he would find other martial artists to spar with, causing his legend to spread far and wide. Although he couldn’t perform techniques that required too much qi, it still laid a solid foundation for himself.

Sun Wutian expected his cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds when he woke up, but he discovered that he only advanced about ten percent toward the Core Formation Realm. He was confused, but he still continued to cultivate the Dream Divinity Script.

His third life played out much like the second life. When he woke up again, he discovered he had made even less progress than in the second dream. Although his swordplay advanced and allowed him to defeat ninety percent of the master-level cultivators, his cultivation had slowed terribly.

He sought out Ancestor Fusang, but his master said that he had to figure it out himself.

Without Ancestor Fusang’s guidance, Sun Wutian could only rely on himself. After reviewing the differences between the three dreams, he came to the conclusion that he had to live out his life—living not like waiting for death, but to experience everything in the world: feeling happiness, sadness, and more.

With that mindset, he dreamed a fourth time. He continued to study the Seven Heavens Swordplay, but only occasionally or when inspiration hit him. Sun Wutian tried to integrate himself into the world. It wasn’t to the point of ignoring his past, but he was simply focusing on the present.

When he woke up again, his cultivation had advanced tremendously. Sun Wutian estimated that after his fifth dream, he would enter the Core Formation Realm. And his guess turned into reality.

The Dream Divinity Script was a dual cultivation technique, meaning that he trained in both the spiritual and martial paths simultaneously. So when he entered the Core Formation Realm, he formed the violet-gold grade Divine Dream Core. His spiritual core resembled a translucent sphere with a starry pink color, with countless purple wisps and glittering motes of white light that resembled stars. While forming his spiritual core, Sun Wutian also transformed his flesh into the Dream Divine Martial Body.

Compared to the Divine Dream Core, the Dream Divine Martial Body did not seem to change his body at all, and he still looked the same. That was all outward appearance. His essence and insides had transformed. Now, even if someone impaled his chest or head, he would not die. He was no longer of pure flesh and blood, but of imagination and fantasy.

As long as his willpower did not run out, he could live forever like an immortal. It was also beyond that. He could display the transformation ability unique to the Stellar Heavenly Scripture. In other words, he had the same ability as Sun Wukong, who learned the Seventy-Two Earthly Asterism Art, and Erlang Shen, who learned the Thirty-Six Constellation Art.

Sun Wutian, who discovered this, was over the moon.

He wondered what other abilities he would gain if he continued to cultivate the Dream Divinity Script. So, he quickly started his sixth dream. However, this world was different. It didn’t have martial artists, nor did it have cultivators.

It was a world of sword and sorcery.