Chapter 4: The Heart Sutra of Dreams

  Zhang Chong's hands and feet were all used, already exhausted to the point of panting like a dog, when he discovered that in the sky, it was not just rays of light falling down, but also several huge fireballs appeared, rushing towards the ground with a loud crash.

  This greatly boosted his morale.

  "Oh dear baby~~~~" His saliva almost dripped out, thinking that great difficulties will not kill him and he must have good fortune later. But he didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly.

  Infinite energy enabled him to use his hands and feet simultaneously, allowing him to climb extremely quickly to the location where a fireball had fallen closest to him.

  Unfortunately, in that place, there was only a huge pit, a dilapidated tomb, and a pale green ring.

  Seeing that ring, Zhang Zhong's breath was not coming together. This ring, no matter how you look at it, seems to be something that is about to be thrown away, without even a glimmer of light, how can it be considered a treasure?

  And this was far from the one high-carat diamond he had imagined, which made his mouth water.

  As he put on this pale green ring, a strange sense of sorrow and indignation surged up in Zhang Chong's heart, giving him an urge to cry.

  Is it easy to wade through the water on Gebo Mountain? My shoes are almost ruined. You just let me see this thing.

  At this moment, Zhang Chong's eyes saw the open grave, and his heart was also shocked. Although he was bold, but in the middle of the night, alone in the wilderness with the tomb as a companion, it was indeed a chilling thing.

  But this feeling only lasted for a moment, and soon the urge to search for treasure overwhelmed everything. Zhang Chong strode in with an air of fearlessness, his left hand held across his chest, his right hand grasping a brick, and his head held high as he charged forward.

  However, everything in the tomb was equally disappointing to him. The tomb could be said to be small and pitiful, even smaller than Zhang Zhong's thatched cottage. There was no coffin or corpse inside, only a stone table with a book on it.

  When Zhang Chong picked up the book, he saw that the stone table had disintegrated into dust like sand, but the book in his hand was still intact except for being slightly old.

  On the first page of the book, four big characters were written. These words were not difficult to recognize, and even Zhang Chong, who didn't know many characters, could tell that they were the four characters "Shuimeng Xinge". However, when he turned to the inner pages, the dense and numerous characters were like ants, and after just one glance, Zhang Chong felt drowsy.

  Just then, Zhang Zhong carefully put the book into his bosom, and then searched the tomb inside and out in detail. In the end, he left disappointedly.

  The night sky had returned to calmness at this time, and the meteor shower that Zhao Zhi Gao saw in his eyes was gone. It seemed that even if he wanted to search for the next location, there was no direction at all.

  "Alas, it's indeed as the saying goes: what's yours is yours, and what's not yours, let go. Zhang Chong sighed for a while, then let go. After all, he was just an unfortunate orphan, so there was no need to have high hopes."

  Then Zhang Chong hurried back to the place where he buried the wolf, took it out and carried it home. That night, he rushed about, and when he arrived home, he didn't realize that dawn was already breaking.

  It wasn't until he lay in bed that Zhang Chong realized how tired he was. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and slept for twenty-four hours, not waking up until the next morning.

  When he woke up, his first glance was towards the bed, and when he saw the corpses of the moon wolf and the wild rabbit, he let out a light sigh. And when he touched his chest, the existence of the pale green ring and the book also told him that all this was his real experience, not just a dream.

  Zhang Chong got out of bed and first did a thousand push-ups with a "thud, thud, thud", then slowly skinned the wild rabbit, lit a fire, and roasted the meat. He did all this with great familiarity, clearly having done these things often before.

  When the meat fragrance wafted and he was full, he began to study the pale green ring and book seriously.

  Heart Sutra of Dreams

  These four characters don't look very attractive, and when you turn to the inner pages, it's even more confusing, can't read on. So after five minutes, Zhang Chong threw the book aside and turned around to study the ring instead.

  But the ring looks old and broken, no matter what angle you look at it, it has nothing to do with the word "treasure".

  Having watched for a long time, Zhang Chong's heart was once again filled with a sense of sadness and indignation.

  "It's too pitiful, my shoes are all worn out, and it turns out to be just this thing." As he thought of this, Zhang Chong's hand clenched tightly, but accidentally scratched his hand, a thread of fresh blood dripped into the ring.

  At that moment, the ring also radiated a faintly bright light. Zhang Chong looked at this strange change and was shocked in his heart. He had heard that many of the spiritual treasures between heaven and earth needed to be recognized by dripping blood before they could exert their powerful functions.

  This idea made Zhang Chong's heart beat wildly, could it be that this ring was actually a spiritual treasure? If so, then he would be set for life.

  Just then, Zhang Chong heard a deep sigh coming from within the ring.

  "Where am I?" an old voice asked.

  "There's a ghost!!" was Zhang Chong's first reaction.

  "Ghostly device~~~" This was Zhang Chong's second reaction.

  "Excuse me, are you a spirit vessel?" Zhang Chong carefully asked his first question, his heart filled with apprehension, unease and anticipation. From his limited understanding of spiritual treasures, he knew that if a treasure had a spirit vessel, it was definitely a high-grade magical artifact. If that were the case, then he would have stumbled upon something truly valuable.

  "There's a spiritual treasure with a divine spirit, and I can go to the Water Cloud Pavilion to eat whenever I want." Zhang Chong thought excitedly, but unexpectedly, the old man immediately gave him a loud shout.

  "What's going on? What's happening? I'm Wang Daozhong, where am I now?" The old man who claimed to be Wang Daozhong asked repeatedly.

  Wang Daozhong, Zhang Chong vaguely felt that he had heard this name before, but it seemed to be followed by something else, like Wang Daozhong Lao.

  It turned out that Zhang Chong finally remembered, the highest leader of the Yang realm's cultivators was called Wang Daozhong. However, that person's name was so loud and couldn't be compared to the person in this ring. Zhang Chong thought about these things and couldn't help but answer quickly under the old man's repeated urging.

  "You're in the ring."

  He obviously did not expect that this sentence would make the old man who claimed to be Wang Dao like being struck by five thunders, and he was speechless for a long time.

  "I'm in the ring, I'm in the ring..." He muttered to himself after a long while.

  Wang Daozhong was originally in the midst of battle, with a belly full of grief and indignation, he blew up his own primordial spirit and died. Fortunately, this strand of his primordial spirit drilled into the ring held by Nagano's old ancestor and was locked in by this mysterious ring that had been passed down since ancient times.

  This also meant that he did not die completely, but the result of this was something no one could have anticipated. Even someone as powerful as Wang Dao was left at a loss for what to do in that moment.

  "I am Wang Daozhong, the elder of the Wudang sect, the leader of the cultivators in the Yang realm. Who are you?"

  After Zhang Chong waited for a long time, he finally heard a voice coming from inside the ring.

  The content of this passage also shocked him, was this person really the elder Wang Daozhong?

  "My name is Zhang Chong, I live near Lengwu Valley. You, you are really the elder of Wang Daozhong? Then why are you inside the ring?" Zhang Chong asked.

  Wang Daozhong had never heard of Zhang Chong before, but now he could only see a void in front of him. As for the outside world, there was no way to contact except through Zhang Chong. After another half-day of talking with Zhang Chong, he finally said:

  "Trouble little friend to go immediately to [Tianmu Sect], hand over the ring to Xu Yifei, he will definitely heavily reward you after seeing it."

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