Inside his dream, he was born into a mortal family. He started to cultivate at the age of 5. There, he met different people, some were friendly and some were antagonistic to him. Although he knows that all of these people are just part of this dream world, he still treats them as real people.
He invested his time and effort in cultivating and comprehending the inheritance given to him.
He experienced countless life and death situations. In his path, he almost lost his life. He pave his way to the top until he became the peak existence in there. He killed the people who blocked his cultivation, he fought for supremacy, and behind his path, countless mountains of bones were scattered and seas of blood were formed. He lives for billions of years and was worshiped and revered by all. He created countless techniques that shook the world and at last, he surpassed the old man. He created a cultivation technique that could be called supreme of all! And more importantly, he achieved his ambition to have his harem!
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Azrael opened his eyes.
He got up and sat down, he inspected his body checking if there was anything weird. He sighed in relief when there was nothing weird except his hair got longer. When he checked his hair it grew a little longer.
He is now a normal person and all of his cultivation from the dream world is gone. However, strangely enough, the laws and daos in the surrounding seem to quiver for a moment.
"One thousand years have passed in reality and I have lived for billions of years in the dream world. Nothing changes except my hair. Well, it doesn't look weird so it should be fine," he said to himself.
After one thousand years of deep sleep, his body was covered with thick clouds of dust and he shook his body to get rid of the clouds of dust. Even so, there are clouds of dust in other parts especially in his clothes that he couldn't get rid of. One would think he is a beggar.
"It looks like you have already surpassed me." an illusionary old man spoke while sitting in the corner of the cave, "To think that you would comprehend all great dao to the peak even in my era, one would consider as a great existence when he or she comprehended even one dao to its peak. I also couldn't believe that you will be successful in sending souls from the dream world to reality. And the technique you created, even for me, is too much to completely comprehend. I think I can't classify it as a technique anymore." he said with profound meaning and then shook his head.
This old man was once called supreme in his era and revered by most. And the fact that he couldn't completely comprehend the cultivation technique that Azrael had created, proves that he already surpassed this old man.
While Azrael was in the dreamworld this old man would from time to time peek and observe him. Of course, he knew the old man would sometimes peek at him but he just ignored him and let him be.
" You really didn't disappoint me. With your comprehension and method, you can still be called strong in this world and kill those mighty immortals even without an ounce of cultivation. However, it doesn't mean that you will neglect cultivation and won't cultivate again. Let me warn you, calamity may happen in the future. You might be strong now but in the face of that calamity, even your peak state only has a 50% chance of surviving. If you want to survive and protect your little harem from these calamities you must at least be or surpass your peak state." The old man warned.
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Azrael looked at him for a moment and opened his mouth, "In the end, you don't have any plan to tell me anything about yourself."
The old man looked at Azrael and his eyes had mixed emotions. It is reminiscent, regret, sadness, frustration, tiredness, and relief.
"I'm nothing but a remnant of the distant epoch. Even this fragment of soul would dissipate into nothingness. I'm just relieved that I have found a successor that even managed to surpass me."
Azrael looked at the illusionary old man for a moment. Even though the old man didn't teach him personally, it was this old man who saved him, gave the inheritance and was the one who created the dream world so he can cultivate his inheritance to its peak and eventually, surpassing him.
"Then let me ask you one thing. When I am weak and couldn't sense your observation or block you. You didn't peek while I'm doing the did, didn't you?"
"Hehehehe." the old man only laughed in a perverted manner.
"You! Just like I thought you were a perverted old man!"
"Who is the pervert? Huh!? You are the one to talk to. How many geniuses do you think became heartbroken because of you!?"
The old man's illusionary body started to fluctuate.
"Sigh, it looks like it's about time. I have already used most of my power to create and maintain the dream world for one thousand years. Although, I can't witness your venture into the real world. I still believe that you will become the peak and surpass what you have done in the dream world. Remember my warning about the calamity that may come! And don't try to divine it because it will be prevented by the heavenly dao. Well, knowing you would definitely do it or maybe you already divined it 'too' and saw what it is."
His figure became even more illusionary and some parts of his body started to crumble.
After seeing this, Azrael bowed deeply and said sincerely, "Thank you, Master!"
"Hahaha, didn't I tell you not to thank me little brat." he happily said with tears of joy on the edge of his eyes.
"I have no regrets now." These were his last words.
Thus, the old man dissipated with a heartily smile on his face.
"The calamity, huh." he looked at the void as if wanting to pierce through into countless dimensions. "You already realized its true nature too, right? Old man."
He turned his head and walked towards the cave's entrance.
What welcomed him was a forest. He sucked a breath of air.
This forest seems to be different from the forest one thousand years ago. Well, it wouldn't be weird if the cave would change its location from time to time.
"It's a shame that I couldn't kill those people. Well, it's been 1000 years. They must have died already from old age. Even the fake orphanage would have long gone by now. Sigh."
This is the power of time. Inside his dream, he lives for billions of years. He had witnessed the birth and death of a person, the rise and fall of a country and the destruction of countless planets.
He shook his head and threw the thoughts in the back of his head.
His location is currently in the very center of the forest where countless monster beasts reside.
There are occasionally big roars that resound from a distance.
As he walked towards the forest countless wild auras came from the beasts were emerging one by one. They looked at him as if he was delicious food but after a moment each of them shivered as if they met their natural predator and they scattered with their tails tucked between their legs.
Although this young man looks weak, their beast instincts warned them about the danger that would happen to them once they approached him.
Well, they couldn't be blamed for their reaction since Azrael deliberately released a mighty aura to scare them.
Although he doesn't have any cultivation right now, one shouldn't underestimate this young man. Because he can even kill immortals with his method!
One thousand years have passed since he fell into a deep sleep. And now he is awaked, this young man that looks weak will shake the cosmos in the near future.
He then stood up straight and said, "It's time to find my harem!"
100 years in the real world's time before his dream ends, he used his power to send the souls of his harem to the real world so they could reincarnate and meet again. He also used the power of fate to tie their knot, using this method he can make sure that they will meet again in the real world. He wouldn't allow his beloved harem's lives to end along with the dream. It is time to hunt his harems!