Some still return, but more have never been seen again.

The voyage in dreams is not always easy; sometimes you encounter some disgusting filth in the vast void. At such times, the fiery Vermilion Bird always likes to be at the forefront, followed by the Azure Dragon and White Tiger, as they fight and purify the evil entities, jointly protecting the small world on their backs...

"So the master wasn’t just talking casually; was I really the Divine Beast Black Tortoise in my past life?" It is unknown how long it took, but Yan Xuan awoke from the dream, shaking his head yet still influenced by the grand, ancient aura from his dream and past life.

It felt as though countless years had passed in the dream, as if he truly became the Black Tortoise again, roaming the void with the world on his back.

"Hey? Something’s not right! If the small world were to move along a predetermined path, then why hasn’t the Wilderness World moved now, even though I haven’t ascended yet?" Suddenly a sense of unease hit him, "Or maybe... after reincarnation, there was no Black Tortoise to carry the small world around. Damn! That will be trouble, won’t it?"

Perhaps the feeling in the dream was too real. Yan Xuan suddenly assumed the identity of the Divine Beast Black Tortoise, feeling concerned about the state of the Wilderness World.

An originally orbiting small world has lingered for too long; the blockage of Spiritual Energy, the collapse, and even the falling of the entire world might have started from this!

"No! I can’t delay this any longer; I need to clear the blockage quickly!" He jumped up directly, rushed towards the Ancient Teleportation Array like a whirlwind, and disappeared in a gust.

Jiang Yuan: ???

What just happened? From going out the door to sleeping and then bouncing right up, less than two minutes had passed; did the effects of the wine wear off so quickly? Or did he go crazy with drunkenness?

Fortunately, the system covered everything, even sending out a collar to assist in taming.

At this moment, upon checking the localization, he found Yan Xuan in the Land of the Extreme North; further details showed Yan Xuan was somehow stimulated, desperately devouring Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice, visibly moving the clearing blockage progress forward by a bit.

"It’s not just about eating a little more meat and drinking some newly brewed spiritual wine, yet doing it so diligently." Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking it seems necessary to quickly drag Yan Xuan back and kill that Flood Dragon, refine it next time, and then prepare him a good meal; with this speed, it won’t take long to earn a tenth of the reward!

The Textile Workshop isn’t idle; the rough hemp clothing needed for the new task is queued up, so he has to wait before it can be made.

He sat by the pavilion near the Furong Spirit Pool, opened the Courtyard Communicator, selected the Treasure Forging Workshop, and added the Divine Mountain Statue and the Meteorite obtained from Du Li.

Tomorrow morning, City Lord Yuan’s Demon Mirror will be repaired, and the statue scheduled ahead can directly start its forging upgrade.

"One hundred Level Ten Spirit Fields; how long will it take to complete this task?" Jiang Yuan looked again and again, having trouble elevating one piece of farmland to Level Ten, let alone a hundred pieces?

With no Item Card available, upgrading bit by bit is too time-consuming. Where can I get more Farmland Upgrade Cards?

Although he had just eaten and drunk enough, he didn’t enter a drunken state, nor did he want to move. He simply sat dazed under the pavilion, letting his thoughts drift unabounded. Then Jiang Yuan unexpectedly fell asleep.

He dreamed too.

The dream still featured a farming game, albeit with seemingly different gameplay—Jiang Yuan stood on a tuft of cloud, overlooking an abandoned world full of devastation and remnants everywhere.

The game started, and he needed to gather materials, manage the fields, and harvest spirit plants to repair numerous ruined buildings.

Upon gathering materials and clicking repair, the ragged walls and weeds-covered bricks appeared to be under magic, flying back one by one to their original positions.

Buildings restored, colors reappeared, transforming ruins into magnificent new constructions.

"Whew! Finally, all repaired!" He looked at his results, busy over countless years, exhaling but feeling somewhat regretful, "Beautiful as it is, yet there’s not a soul in sight, still looking rather desolate."

At this moment, a warm voice echoed through heaven and earth, responding: "Since you’ve accepted disciples, spirit pets, mounts, and so many guests, why not have them live in?

Oh, right!

If they lived inside the Celestial Realm, wouldn’t they all become immortals?

Jiang Yuan thought and then laughed: "They chose to follow me and won’t lose out; look, they can directly live in the Celestial Palace as immortals."

The voice replied: "You offer them a chance to become a god; what they repay you with is their life and soul. Urge them to cultivate diligently, for to become gods or immortals requires a price, forging oneself steadfastly; solid cultivation ensures a farther journey ahead..."

The echo lingered between heaven and earth, clouds obscuring the previously unobstructed beautiful scenes.

The cloud beneath suddenly dissipated, Jiang Yuan felt his body abruptly falling, instinctively kicking his legs downwards, fully waking up.

Eh? I drank Immortal Traveling Spirit Wine and fell asleep, dreaming of the Immortal Realm?

From sleep to waking, it took at most two to three minutes. In his mind remained remnants of the dream’s sensations, and he looked up at the sky, thinking he must recruit more reliable guests.

What if the dream comes true?

The cultivators joining the small courtyard can cultivate into gods and immortals, farming and managing to recreate the Celestial Realm, promising everyone a bright, beautiful future!

There’s still time before dawn; the Mysterious Cave awaits upgrade and cannot be explored temporarily. Jiang Yuan chooses to head to the Elder Dragon Cave to mine, striving to collect some Crystal Stones, not only giving them to the Little Elf for increasing favorability but also using them for crafting equipment.

He flashed into the Elder Dragon Cave;

Again, Yan Xuan emerged from the Ancient Teleportation Array, having stuffed his belly full of Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice, wobbling, belching, and feeling sleepy. The extreme cold dizzying his head, even the breathing seemed tinged with icicles.

"Everyone get up and start cultivating!" Yan Xuan shouted fiercely, plopping down on the ground, transforming into a large ’Spiritual Energy humidifier.’

Du Li was awakened by the shouting, sitting up first dazedly before becoming aware of his current location.

"Hey, awake so soon?" Ling Di bounced in, peeking from the window, scratching his ear with his hind foot, saying: "Since here, follow along."

He looked puzzled, "Don’t know what the senior went to do?"

"Woof! Naturally, to cultivate." Old Dog extended a paw outward, explaining: "Senior Yan Xuan refines pure Spiritual Energy containing the Essence of Heaven and Earth, specially provided for absorption by the members of the small courtyard.

This opportunity is rare—have you seen any Peak of Tribulation Crossing Realm senior deliberately refining spiritual energy for the juniors? Although you’re not my master’s guest, being a guest nonetheless, seize this opportunity for benefits."

Du Li listened, baffled, yet obediently followed it, descending from the Menghua Treasure Ship beside a cluster of misty Spiritual Energy, picking a spot to sit and breathe.

Feeling the pure Spiritual Energy flowing within his meridians, he calmed down to recall scenes from the dream.

Perhaps influenced by Mr. Jiang’s words, Du Li realized that his split self drank too much Immortal Traveling Spirit Wine, coupled with his own consumption far exceeding his alcohol limit begrudgingly late.

Having forgotten how long since he last got drunk, drowsily he truly had a dream!

To be known, as a Great Demon Cultivator, unending sleep, rest, and fast for a thousand years; all energy sources stem from absorbing Spiritual Energy through cloud-whirling breath intake. Dreams had long become impossible, the lowest level false illusions, how could he still have dreamt?

This dream was surprisingly genuine, as if having truly happened, lingering vividly in his mind.

In the dream, Du Li was a celestial general within the Celestial Realm.

In a battle between two armies, due to his arrogance and misjudgment leading to repeated defeats, a group of small world he guarded consequently fell into the void, facing imminent collapse dangers.

Cognizant of his grievous sins, Du Li pleaded with the Celestial Emperor to split his Divine Soul, the former demoting to a celestial soldier to continue fighting, the latter entering reincarnation swearing to redeem and ascend again.

"Immortal Traveling Spirit Wine... Is it merely a false illusion or truly a trip to the Immortal Realm?" He inhaled a deep breath of pure Spiritual Energy, his heart growing ever more puzzled.

Could the innate intent to save the world truly be past life karma?

What if he couldn’t save it?

If the collective ascension plan doesn’t work smoothly, what then?

Whenever thinking of the collective ascension plan, Du Li’s heart turns into a question mark—efforts spanning years, scraping Wilderness World’s elite demon cultivators, attempting to lead the alliance in ascension; building Teleportation Array as a secondary plan to transfer other beings away, avoiding being drawn into calamity, does this count as saving the world?

To save the world, are you saving the whole world or the billions of creatures inhabiting it?

Plans never questioned nor devised personally suddenly seem less perfect after today’s dream. If extracting the remaining Power of the Celestial Dao from the world leads to the Wilderness World’s collapse, can it still be called salvation?