Chapter 289: The Ancient Human Emperor 1
Dream Dao Attainment: Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“What the hell is this!”
“It scared this Young Master!”
The Peerless Young Master’s heart trembled. He held his sword at the ready, staring warily at the figure with a dragon’s head and a human’s body before him.
This fellow did not look like any kind of good person.
“Xuanyuan!”
Another shout that reached deep into his heart.
The Peerless Young Master grew even more wary. He quickly retreated, retreat, retreat, turned to flee from this immortal star before him.
But in the next instant.
A vast and majestic sound surged forth, pouring into the Peerless Young Master’s mind.
His body went rigid.
Countless voices cried out in his mind.
“Xuanyuan!”
“Who is Xuanyuan?!”
“You are Xuanyuan!”
The voice from ancient immortality echoed. The Peerless Young Master unknowingly closed his eyes.
Just like that, silently and soundlessly, he stood before the ancient immortal star.
His figure, originally robed in white, elegant and refined, slowly overlapped with the dragon-headed, human-bodied form.
The ancient legend replayed itself within that immortal star, piece by piece.
…
“The Human Sovereign should take the stage next.”
A voice, like an ancient fable, like the mandate of heaven decreed, echoed soundlessly between heaven and earth.
Within a newly born ancient Human Race tribe.
A pure maiden, guided by a holy voice, walked into the boundless great marsh.
At the edge of the great marsh.
The maiden encountered a colossal, still sacred footprint that retained the light of thunder.
The being who had left that sacred footprint — a serpent-bodied, human-headed existence — stood at the center of the great marsh.
Great and immortal, as though favored by heaven and earth.
Overlooking from above as the maiden stepped, step by step, into the predestined story.
The maiden, within the story of heaven’s mandate, fell into that enormous footprint shimmering with thunder.
She slept. She conceived.
Finally, on a night howling with wind, rain, and thunder, as ancient gods and demons roared.
The maiden woke from her slumber.
Within the giant sacred footprint, she completed her delivery.
A child with a dragon’s head and a human’s body was born under the gaze of the entire cosmos.
Heaven rained flowers, the earth surged with Golden Lotus.
The entire cosmos celebrated the birth of this child.
A supreme existence, one whose lifespan equaled heaven itself, turned the storybook of this cosmos to a brand-new page.
And upon this brand-new page, wrote the child’s future destiny.
“His youth will be met with discrimination and injustice. All the misfortunes of the world will accompany him.”
“But what does not kill him will only make him stronger.”
The destiny written into the story comprised simply two lines.
But what it brought to this dragon-headed, human-bodied—