Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 1388 - 935 Dreamscape_2

Chapter 1388: 935 Dreamscape_2

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"Gentlemen, now that the Nine States have all fallen into my hands, though there are still rebels causing chaos, they are not of concern and can be eliminated with a snap of my fingers."

"However, while the world is now in my hands, people’s hearts are still unsettled, and each region lacks the necessary officials for governance. Do you have any methods to aid me?"

Jiang Chen addressed the people around him upon returning to the main hall.

"We are willing to represent the Human King and shepherd a region on his behalf."

No sooner had Jiang Chen finished speaking than the group of strategists stepped forward, volunteering for the task.

This was the very purpose of the strategists’ presence: to gain the Human King’s recognition and, hopefully, to govern a land and fulfill their ambitions.

In terms of martial prowess, they were no match for warriors. From a young age, their education had not focused on martial strength, but on governing the nation.

"My original intention was the same, but I am not familiar with any of you, nor do I understand your capabilities, so I cannot casually assign you official positions."

"Let’s do this: I have a task that needs to be accomplished, which will serve as a test of your abilities. Recently, all the civil and military officials of the Great Han, along with the Emperor, were arrested by me for committing capital offenses. Now, I entrust you to handle their trials."

"Those who should be killed, kill; those who should be imprisoned, imprison; those who should be exiled, exile; and those whose families should be confiscated, confiscate. Do this job well, and then I will know how to assign you."

Jiang Chen instructed them without mincing his words.

Their abilities, he did not need to test; with his power, a simple glance was enough to know their past and future. What they were capable of and what they excelled at, he understood perfectly.

The reason he set up this test was not to assess their abilities, but to test their loyalty.

The subordinates of Jiang Chen must be wholeheartedly aligned with him in order to accomplish great deeds.

Without sweeping away the old ministers of the previous dynasty, or, to put it differently, without the resolution to take action against the noble families, how could he achieve his grand ambitions?

"This..."

"We obey the decree!"

After exchanging glances, the group unanimously accepted the order.

As citizens of the Great Han, judging the sins of the Emperor was something they would have been reluctant to do in the past. But now, faced with the greater cause of the Human Race, reluctance was not an option.

It could be said that in the face of the greater cause of the race, the importance of national righteousness seemed somewhat frail.

"Do the job well. In three days, I want all these people to be executed publicly, to quell the hearts of the rebels across the land. The rebellious populace has suffered enough; if they can be subdued without battle, then there is no need to resort to arms."

"Just by executing a few deeply heinous criminals, we can disarm the rebels and have them return to their fields without a fight—that would truly be worthwhile."

Fearing they might not understand his intent, Jiang Chen directly informed them of the outcome, no matter how the trials went, he wanted none but death for those individuals.

"You may leave!"

After giving his orders, Jiang Chen waved his hand, dismissing the group. He was suddenly enlightened, sensing an imminent breakthrough, so he hurried the others away after a brief set of instructions.

Nothing was more important than his own cultivation. For without power, everything else was mere talk.

This sudden sense of a breakthrough was unexpected, even for Jiang Chen himself. Logically speaking, it should not have happened, as he had just lost so much blood essence and was at his weakest—this should not be the time for a breakthrough.

Others might think his weakness was but a façade, yet only Jiang Chen knew his genuine frailty; his Original Source was greatly depleted, and without a period of recovery, there was no hope of regaining his strength.

Under such circumstances, to merely maintain his current cultivation level was fortunate enough, let alone think of making a breakthrough.

Of course, frailty was one aspect, but this did not affect the expression of Jiang Chen’s power.

After all, the thing Jiang Chen disliked the most was relying on external forces, but most battles saw him using outside power, with only rare instances of relying on his own strength.

Take the present situation, for instance: Jiang Chen himself was merely at the mid-level of Quasi-Saint, and in the eyes of the Great Divine Transcendents, he was insignificant. Yet he could contend with Saints, thanks to the power of the Boundless Starry Sky.

Thus, whether Jiang Chen was injured or not had no real bearing on his power, for it was he who was weakened, not the Boundless Starry Sky.

Ultimately, one often becomes the very thing they despise, and Jiang Chen was no exception.

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"How could there be signs of a breakthrough all of a sudden?"

With a flicker, Jiang Chen disappeared from the great hall and arrived in the deep expanse of the void, starting to inspect his body.

He felt that something was amiss; this feeling of a breakthrough was too peculiar. There simply shouldn’t be a breakthrough during a period of weakness.

"Could it be because everyone entered the Boundless Starry Sky?"

Upon realizing the cause, Jiang Chen was somewhat baffled. The signs of his sudden breakthrough were indeed linked to the martial artists entering the Boundless Starry Sky.

This seemed to make no sense at all!

With a thought in his heart, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged in the void, entering a meditative state and letting his mind wander through the vast emptiness.

In the endless void, Jiang Chen’s mind drifted and inadvertently found its way into the Boundless Starry Sky. Suddenly, a wave of space-time surged forth, engulfing his consciousness.

The next moment, he lost all sensation.

Who knows how long had passed before Jiang Chen regained consciousness, waking up from his stupor.

"Ow—my head hurts."

"What happened to me? Did I pass out?"

Rubbing his head, Jiang Chen propped himself up from the computer desk and stood up from the chair.

"Wait a minute, something’s wrong. How can I feel pain? And where is this place?"

Suddenly, Jiang Chen realized the anomaly. With his realm, he should no longer be able to feel pain, but at the moment he could definitely sense the haziness in his head, which was clearly abnormal.

Startled, Jiang Chen fully awakened, quickly looking around.

Only then did he discover that at some unspecified time, he had appeared in a room filled with a modern vibe. The room wasn’t large, containing just a bed, a desk, and both an air conditioner and a computer.

He was now sitting in front of the computer.

"This is..."

The scene before him strangely felt familiar, and after thinking carefully, wasn’t this the very room he was in when he died in his past life?

In his past life, as an unsuccessful author, he stayed at home all day, typing away until he died suddenly one night at his computer desk, leading to his transmigration to the Prehistoric World.

Could it be that he had transmigrated back?

"No, this is false, an illusion, or rather, it’s within my dream."

As the progenitor of the Divine Dao, Jiang Chen had a profound understanding of the Dao of Reality and Illusion. Upon regaining consciousness, he immediately discerned the true nature of this world.

It was not that he had transmigrated back, but rather that he was dreaming of his past life. This place was his dreamscape.

"To dream... I wouldn’t have thought that at my level of strength, I could still experience dreams. Truly unbelievable."

With such reflections, Jiang Chen glanced at the computer screen, which displayed the page of a novel titled "Prehistoric Stars and Dao," also the favorite novel he loved in his past life.

"Alas, the past cannot be pursued!"

Jiang Chen didn’t indulge in the past; he let out a sigh filled with regret and left the dreamscape.

Humans must look forward to achieve a greater distance. Jiang Chen’s future lay ahead, not in the past.

As Jiang Chen departed, the dream world that had been woven from his past shattered. It was at that moment that Jiang Chen suddenly felt an emptiness inside, as if he had lost something very important.

But then, a powerful force emerged, filling his hollow heart.

This was the power of the past. Jiang Chen’s past self had grown stronger, and accordingly, so had his strength.

"It turns out, I had never truly severed my past. Only now have I completely parted ways with it, extracting the past."

A revelation dawned in Jiang Chen’s heart. The past he had severed was only that of his life after arriving in the Prehistoric World, not his complete past.

His past included that part of his previous life, too. Now, by severing that part of his past as well, his past self had truly become complete.