The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 165 - 165 111 A Dream in Nanke

165: Chapter 111: A Dream in Nanke?

165: Chapter 111: A Dream in Nanke?

This is a vast and endless space of Chaos, boundless and dead silent!

Li Qingming drifts aimlessly in this infinite world, unable to find a way out amidst the silence and chaos.

Li Qingming drifts involuntarily in this desolate Chaotic Void, not knowing for how long.

The dead silence, monotony, and dullness have completely numbed his senses.

In this bleak Void, there is no one to talk to, no Spiritual Energy for cultivation, nor any spiritual elixirs or delicacies to satisfy his appetites.

This is more painful than solitary cultivation and more tedious than practicing!

Even Li Qingming, with his steel-like will, is on the verge of collapse.

But at this moment, a Bitter Bamboo deeply rooted in Li Qingming’s Primordial Spirit burst forth with an extremely dense purple vitality.

This boundless power surged from his Primordial Spirit Sea, and the enlightenment of life emerging from nothing struck his mind like lightning.

At the same time, a thunderous boom echoed through the vast Void, and a dazzling streak of lightning shot past in front of Li Qingming.

The boundless Chaotic Void was suddenly cleaved in two, and the previously silent Chaos seemed to boil, with endless Space Power pressing towards the lightning.

A faint trace of vitality slowly emerged in the boiling chaos, and Li Qingming even saw a minute hole suddenly appear in the center of the Chaos Land.

This hole, like an embryo birthed by the Chaos Land, was growing gradually.

Time passed unknowingly, and the hole began to expand slowly.

At last, there were signs of life in the dull Chaos Space.

Just like when he was first reborn in the Primordial Land, Li Qingming, like a child, carefully recorded the changes of the hole.

Every second seemed to bring a new sensation.

Accustomed to life-and-death struggles and cunning plots in the Primordial Land, Li Qingming for the first time began to ponder the meaning of life in this desolate Chaos Space.

Time silently flowed by, and Li Qingming, tirelessly, stared at the changes of the hole.

Suddenly, billions of dazzling beams of light burst forth from the expanded hole, illuminating the entire Chaos Land, and through it, one could even glimpse the world beyond it!

Then, the Void around the hole began to spin rapidly, forming a bottomless vortex at the center, voraciously swallowing the collapsing Void.

Li Qingming wanted to escape from this vortex but was completely unable to move.

“Better to be devoured by this black hole after drifting in this empty Chaos for a billion years than to float endlessly!” Li Qingming, resigned to his fate, calmed down in the last moments like a monk who had seen through life and death in a previous life.

Barely sensing the direction of the Primordial Land through his Three Corpse Body, Li Qingming suddenly let out an evil laugh, his laughter resonating through the sky: “Hahaha!

What a phrase: ‘If I don’t enter Hell, who will?’ Excellent, Western Teachings, Buddhist Sect, Zhunti!

If I, Li Qingming, can escape this calamity, I’ll make sure your Western Teachings are scattered and annihilated!”

“Boom!”

At that moment, the entire Chaotic Void collapsed thunderously, swallowed by the black hole, and Li Qingming disappeared into the black hole for the second time.

…

“Uh!

Am I not dead?

Where is this?”

In Dragon Capital City, the capital of Hua Xia, inside the special care ward of a third-tier hospital, Li Qingming, who thought he had dispersed with the black hole, opened his eyes.

The pungent smell of disinfectant evoked a sense of inexplicable familiarity in his heart.

Li Qingming shook his head almost frantically and even fiercely slapped himself, only to find that all his efforts were in vain.

The scene before his eyes was not an illusion, not a dream, and certainly not a hallucination!

“Squeak!”

At that moment, the door to the special care ward suddenly opened.

A slightly plump young man dressed in a Kiton suit, holding a briefcase in his hand, walked in.

Initially, the young man was just looking down as he walked and didn’t notice that Li Qingming was already sitting up halfway on the bed.

When the youth looked up and saw Li Qingming sitting up, the seven-foot tall man actually burst into tears.

“Brother Ming, Brother Ming, are you awake?

Is this an illusion?” The young man took big strides forward, shaking Li Qingming’s shoulders, repeating the same words.

“Xiao Pang?

Are you Xiao Pang?” Li Qingming hesitated as he looked at the familiar man in front of him, taking a while to come back to his senses.

“Brother Ming, it’s me.

I’m Xiao Pang!” Luo Shucheng (see Volume 1, Chapter 7) cried and knelt on the ground, sobbing loudly: “Three years!

It’s been three whole years!

That day, the hospital notified me that you were hit by a big truck and were being rescued in the hospital!

Do you know, Brother Ming!

I was completely panicked.

You are my brother as close as my own limbs, how could I face your deceased uncle and aunt if something happened to you!”

Li Qingming’s ears rang with Luo Shucheng’s cries, but endless confusion and shock were invading his mind.

“Didn’t I go to the Primordial Land?

Mother, Xiao Er, Master, Master, Master Uncle, Houtu…

were all these fake?

How could this be, how could this be…”

Luo Shucheng cried bitterly for a while, and without hearing a response from Li Qingming thought he was adapting to his current body.

When he raised his head, however, he saw Li Qingming’s eyes vacant and his face puzzled as he stared at the LCD TV in front of the bed, which startled him.

He hurriedly stood up, frantically pressing the emergency call button in the ward.

Just a minute later, there was a flurry of footsteps outside the ward.

Four doctors in white coats rushed into the ward.

Luo Shucheng grabbed the robe of the Doctors who had rushed over, his slightly red eyes full of urgency: “Doctor Gao, what’s happening with my brother?

He just came over and his face became vacant, his eyes lifeless, could it be some kind of sequelae?”

The leading Doctor Gao patted Luo Shucheng’s shoulder, saying: “Mr.

Luo, don’t panic!

Let’s check Mr.

Li first, and then make conclusions later!”

Saying that, he gently broke away from Luo Shucheng’s grip, stepping forward to listen with a stethoscope and check the eyes, bustling around cheerfully.

After about fifteen minutes, Doctor Gao exhaled a breath of cloudy air and said: “Mr.

Luo, from the current situation, Mr.

Li’s physique is as strong as a bull!

Later, we will still need to conduct a comprehensive examination on Mr.

Li to prevent any sequels!”

“Really?” Luo Shucheng, looking at Li Qingming being manipulated by Dr.

Ren, said somewhat doubtfully.

Li Qingming, who had somewhat recovered from his overwhelmed state, suddenly smiled and said to Luo Shucheng: “Xiao Pang, I’m fine!”

“Doctor Gao, let’s go for the check-up now!” Luo Shucheng, evidently recalling Li Qingming’s expression just now, clearly did not believe Li Qingming’s words.

The allure of money is boundless, under the financial onslaught led by Luo Shucheng, the results which usually took several days to obtain were ready within just an hour, and Doctor Gao excitedly brought the examination reports back to Li Qingming’s special care ward.

Doctor Gao excitedly told Luo Shucheng: “A miracle, this is truly a medical miracle!

A vegetative person waking up after several years of coma is not a miracle in the medical field.

But Mr.

Li’s case is inexplicable by medical science.

Typically, vegetative people, because they have not moved for years, experience organ aging and severe muscle atrophy.

They cannot even perform the most basic activities like eating or drinking without assistance.”

Swallowing some saliva in excitement, Doctor Gao continued: “But Mr.

Li’s body is even stronger than national athletes.

And there are no signs of aging in his bodily functions, truly a miracle, a miracle indeed!”

With Doctor Gao’s words ceasing, Luo Shucheng was naturally overjoyed.

But looking back at Li Qingming, he seemed thoughtful: “This defies all logic!

A person who’s been bedridden for three years as a vegetative, has a physical fitness even better than national athletes!

Could it be, that everything was not just a dream?”