Chapter 391: Dream Entry Talent, Activated (Please Refresh)

Song Shuhang had a dream.

He dreamed he was lying on a sunny beach, with emerald seas and green shade behind him, and an endless blue ocean ahead, seagulls circling overhead with flapping wings.

"Shuhang, there's a group of newcomers who just entered the Cultivation Realm—do you have time to give them some guidance?" asked A-Shi Liu on the phone.

"Of course, I'll come right away." Song Shuhang hung up, glanced at his beloved sword, and leapt lightly.

The bronze longsword unsheathed, a flash of silver light appearing beneath his feet.

With a wine gourd hanging at his waist, Song Shuhang cast the Sword Shadow Dividing Light technique, adding a shield of sword shadows to his flying sword.

"Riding wind on sword, I purge demons through heaven and earth; with wine, I roam in joy; without wine, I still go mad."

"One sip drains rivers and seas, another swallows sun and moon; a thousand cups leave me unslain—only I, Song the Sword Immortal."

After Master Huangshan retired, Song Shuhang took over as group owner of Jiuzhou No. 1 Group; besides cultivating in his own paradise, he occasionally helped organize juniors through his administrator—his Dao partner, A-Shi Liu.

As Song Shuhang headed toward Jiang Nan University Town to meet the juniors, a mushroom cloud appeared far out on the horizon.

A similar poetic chant echoed in his ears.

"Riding wind on nuke, I detonate heaven and earth; with uranium, I roam free; without uranium, I still go mad." Weigong Shilang stepped on a nuclear warhead, emerging from the mushroom cloud, arms crossed:

"One blast dries up mountains and marshes, another brings down sun and moon; a hundred battles, endless nukes—only I, the Nuclear Sword Immortal."

"Pleasure to meet you, Brother Song."

"Long time no see," Song Shuhang bowed in greeting, but felt awkward, avoiding direct eye contact.

This was a dream.

Definitely a dream.

Song Shuhang had initially noticed nothing strange, immersed in the life of a sword cultivator; but when he reached his hundredth year, he gradually became aware.

The earlier feeling that the entire world revolved around him had faded; the veil shrouding his mind had lifted.

It was as if he had seen something terrifying atop Water Mirror Peak—by analogy, it was like finding a TV glowing in an empty psychiatric hospital, unplugged, showing a dry well inside, with a Japanese wooden house inside the well, its doorplate reading "Saoe."

Multiply that by n times.

His brain triggered a fuse mechanism; he could no longer recall what he had seen at all.

As for why Weigong Shilang was stepping on a nuclear bomb—it seemed this world's sole setting was that only one sword cultivator existed.

This dream world felt oddly overloaded with personal content.

'How do I wake up?' Song Shuhang fell silent; this lucid dream was embarrassingly excessive.

The logic that 'if there are no sword cultivators, then I am the only one'—upon reflection, it made no sense at all.

Su Lin: Shuhang?! Can you see messages? Are you checking the group chat?!

Song Shuhang's heart leapt—he hadn't expected to see the group chat inside the dream, and quickly typed: Elder Su Lin.

"Watch out!" Weigong Shilang in the dream called out beside him.

Song Shuhang instinctively looked ahead—and saw a massive net… a net?!

No—that was a causal network woven from blue, white, gold, pink, multicolored, blood-red, and black threads!

Time to show true skill!

Song Shuhang's gaze sharpened; he twisted, spun, and leapt, dodging thread after thread of causality. Just as he began to relax—

A colossal "thread" appeared ahead—too massive to be called a thread; it was a blood-red pillar reaching to heaven.

"Aaaahhhhh!!!"

An unfamiliar ceiling.

When Song Shuhang opened his eyes, he was in a very ordinary room.

No, "ordinary" didn't quite fit—it was a somewhat otaku room: Qian Jing's pillow, Asuna and Yi Leina posters, Wu He Qinli's poster.

He had dreamed he became a recent college graduate, sitting at a computer desk, wearing an otaku hoodie, gazing out the window at a distant figure—he recognized him: Elder Su Lin.

Song Shuhang, no stranger to entering dreams, stared blankly at it all—what had happened? Why had he entered Elder Su Lin's dream?

The Dream Entry talent allows one to forcibly intervene in another's memories or causality through causal lines while dreaming.

To activate Dream Entry, three prerequisites are needed: one, a force that has resided within Song Shuhang's body; two, a profound causal connection with the target; three, some degree of "contact" with the target, including but not limited to blood contact, soul contact, or law-based contact.

Meeting any one of these conditions gives his Dream Entry talent a chance to activate.

But… when had he ever formed any of these connections with Elder Su Lin? It was strange.

'Was Elder Su Lin once an otaku? I knew he was interested in anime and games, but this room is unexpectedly extreme—based on otaku element analysis, this is already sixty percent tohbo.'

'That poster… isn't that Yi Leina?!'

Song Shuhang's heart tightened; he had a feeling he'd stumbled upon something he shouldn't have.

No way… does Elder Su Lin have a favorite character who's a familiar face in the group?!

"So I'm the protagonist? 'In laughter, empires rise and fall; nothing compares to drunken bliss.'" In the dream, Su Lin rose and gazed out the window, speaking words that made no sense:

"I've never felt so clear-headed—I feel as if I've been reborn."

"Tomorrow I don't have to go to work—fuck your job."

Su Lin clenched his right fist tightly, as if grasping the entire world.

Through Su Lin's perspective, Song Shuhang had expected to follow him through years, as he had when activating Dream Entry before—but only one day passed. When Su Lin closed his eyes and opened them again, the scene had changed.

The causal lines reappeared—and split.

Song Shuhang remained where he was; everything around him seemed frozen in time.

One causal line flickered in and out, entirely gray-black—never seen before; it was as fragile as ash, no—it was a causal line forged from ash, occasionally snapping, then auto-repairing.

The other line was richer and more solid, as if all colors of the world were woven into it.

Song Shuhang stared at the two lines, lost in thought: 'Do I choose now?'

He looked toward the colorful causal line—but felt as if sitting on needles, an inexplicable unease and discomfort rising in him, his whole body reacting as if in panic, desperate to flee.

"." Song Shuhang, following reason, chose the ash-like causal line.

The winning numbers for this draw are: 01, "Lottery. I'm sure I remembered correctly—why are the two numbers different?" Su Lin punched the ground, "My startup capital, aaaah!!!"

Unable to resist reality, the boy put on a suit, combed his hair into an adult's style, and began handing out one resume after another.

'Fast-forwarded?!'

Song Shuhang's heart leapt—he had never encountered this in a dream before. In the past, he had experienced most, if not the entirety, of the dreamer's life.

This direct jump-style dream entry was something he had never seen.

Indeed, after two hours, the scene shifted again.

A slightly greasy man in a suit stood before a smartphone camera, posing, "Everyone… everyone, hello, this is a video of a high-quality human male."

"Master, what are you doing, Master!"

After filming one video, he edited and added music in one seamless motion.

Then, Su Lin strained to drag over a bag of cement powder and pulled out a purple, garish fake wig.

Song Shuhang went from bewildered confusion to roaring laughter—but as the man's antics grew more extreme, Song Shuhang's laughter faded. 'Stop! Don't do this anymore!'

Is this kind of black history something I'm even supposed to know!? If they find out I know this…

I'll die, right?!

Ten years later.

Though intermittent, Song Shuhang had witnessed many events alongside "Su Lin." He noticed a problem: this Su Lin's timeline and age progression differed from the one he knew.

Finally, he confirmed this was the Master Su Su Tuoni he had once heard of.

Before, Song Shuhang hadn't understood why this Master Su was called Su Su Tuoni. Now he knew.

Because Master Su Su Tuoni had a unique skill in washing, cutting, and styling hair.

This man, hailed as the "fastest converter of abstract memes into tech genius" in modern internet history, spent only ten years transforming from absurdity to technological master—and even learned the legendary Wu Gong.

Hmm, sword qi—the kind that lets you run along rooftops.

In a modern urban setting, this was incredibly inspiring. No wonder he's called the protagonist.

That night, when the ghostly attack came, the thirty-something primordial expert barely escaped from hell—and the one who created that hell, Song Shuhang knew: Qu Yanping.

What followed was even more fragmented: jumps as short as months, but often spanning decades.

One hundred and eight years.

He voluntarily entered the Source of Karma Fire of the Sui Ming Realm, letting the collective karmic force burn his soul.

Intense agony slammed into Song Shuhang's mind—he was forced to experience this soul-level scorching alongside him.

One hundred and nineteen years.

At the peak of Earth Immortal cultivation, he was captured by the Emperor of the Yuan Realm, one step from becoming a Cosmic Emperor. Trapped in a universe detached from normal time, he relived the Emperor's life in a half-sleep, half-awake state—and at the end, was possessed by the Emperor.

His soul was constantly torn apart but could not be absorbed—agony!

Torn, reassembled, shattered, reassembled… over and over.

One hundred and eighty-eight years.

Possession failed. After reverse-absorbing the Emperor, he reached an incomplete Cosmic Emperor realm. Fearing the Yuan Emperor's lingering rebirth methods, and seeking revenge against the Yuan Realm cultivators who enslaved Earthlings for breeding, he detonated himself within the immature cosmic origin of the Yuan Realm—causing this nearly mature universe, including all its branches, to collapse simultaneously.

One hundred and ninety-seven years.

Using the Devouring Technique, he concealed his identity and entered the Immortal Realm of the Huan Yu Realm to cultivate. Due to his monstrous talent, he was taken as the second direct disciple by the Taiqing Immortal Emperor.

Two hundred and ninety-nine years.

He rose to become one of the strongest among the Cosmic Kings. The Taiqing Immortal Emperor sensed his true identity—but still chose to let him go.

His escape trump card remained unused.

Four hundred and thirteen years.

He reclaimed brief control of his own universe from countless other worlds.

He personally sent each of those "acquaintances"—whose existence had been stolen and whose cosmic origins absorbed by the Cosmic Emperor, beyond revival—into eternal slumber.

Six hundred and seven years.

He fought twenty-seven Cosmic Emperors in his own universe.

Ultimate transcendence.

Song Shuhang widened his eyes. He hadn't learned much from this man—nothing, really. The jumps were too vast; occasionally he caught fragments of incomplete spells, but more often, the information was shattered and incomplete.

This Su Su Tuoni occasionally pulled out gear and skills of unknown origin—literally cheat-level.

Song Shuhang had no idea what those things were—even if Su Su Tuoni mastered them, Song Shuhang still couldn't.

But this skill was different. Song Shuhang felt what it meant to witness withering and flourishing in an instant.

All time—past and future—became a dazzling, primordial light in a single moment.

All existence merged into himself; every possibility became infinite fuel.

Abandoning the possibility of nirvana—ultimate transcendence!

This time, Song Shuhang personally experienced the effect of "ultimate transcendence."

Without reason, Song Shuhang felt that if he himself unleashed this, it would be catastrophic—luckily, it was all Su Lin who burned.

He saw Su Su Tuoni effortlessly slaughter all the Cosmic Emperors with a burst of killing power—and then

A purple longsword rested against Song Shuhang's neck.

Yes—not against the neck of the Su Su Tuoni who had possessed him in the dream—but against his own neck.

Oh shit! I'm gonna die!

"The Void is vast; it's normal that this instant drew many watchers—but none should be able to see this universe."

"But you—you appeared from nothingness, and have followed me this long. Strange. Such deep karmic ties… are you my future successor? I do recall preparing several legacies for some luck-favored brats."

"Not bad. I'll teach you something."

Information flooded into Song Shuhang's mind: a eye technique named "Seven Lights."

"The five colors blind the eye; thus seek the seven lights to mend the heavens."

The dream ended here. Song Shuhang opened his eyes. Seven-colored divine light swirled within them, capable of piercing all illusions, uncovering the essence of the Dao, and mending his own Zhou Tian.

"You're awake. The surgery was a success," Su Lin smiled at Song Shuhang.

"What's going on with your eyes? Did you turn into a Mary Sue protagonist? Why do you have rainbow eyes?"

"Strange, they look just like that guy's eyes."

Song Shuhang looked at Su Lin before him—and saw a glimpse of his true nature.

Song Shuhang rolled his eyes and fainted again. Sacred wings sprouted from his body, and his legs began growing slick, slithering tentacles.

"What the hell?!" Su Lin quickly opened another black hole washing machine and tossed Song Shuhang inside, using the Resurrection Peeling technique to cleanse him.

Since this was a player's body, Song Shuhang was currently using this world's primordial source to resurrect, and all pain sensation was blocked—no need to worry about suffering.

After more than ten minutes, Su Lin sighed in relief as Song Shuhang opened his eyes again. "All better?"

"I'm fine, thank you, Senior Su Lin," Song Shuhang rose and said. "I'll take my leave now—there's something I need to attend to at home."

He shut off the newly acquired ocular technique and only wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.

"Alright," Su Lin nodded.

Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief—but before he could celebrate, a black, barrel-shaped muzzle pressed against his temple.

"I just remembered something," Su Lin smiled. "You have the talent of entering dreams, don't you?"

Song Shuhang: "."

What do I do if my senior's dark past is about to be exposed? Online, waiting, urgent.

(End of Chapter)