Immortal Martial God-Chapter 2415 Illusion Comes True

The man opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his body gradually shattered into pieces of light.

Xiang Nan smiled and walked forward.

But after the man disappeared, the relaxed smile on Xiang Nan's face disappeared, and two lines of clear tears flowed down his face.

The pedestrians on the road all looked sideways at Xiang Nan.

As Xiang Nan walked, tears flowed down his cheeks. He held his face with both hands and loosened his shoulders.

Burst into a rage of tears.

The two-meter-tall iron man stood at the crossroads and cried out in pain.

"I didn't do it. I failed everyone's hopes …"

Spring goes and spring comes again.

Xiang Nan lived in the world he had woven. From today onwards, there had never been a face he was familiar with in this world.

Perhaps it was because he deliberately didn't make it, or perhaps it was because he didn't have the face to see them.

He gave this fictional world a free space, and every living being had their own independent consciousness.

Of course, there are righteousness and evil in this world.

There were also many upright and upright young men who struggled for the righteousness they insisted on in their hearts.

However, Xiang Nan had never dabbled in martial arts again.

He had done a lot of things he wanted to do. He had worked hard as a fisherman, a farmer, a blacksmith, and had done a lot of things. He wanted to live a life that he had never had the time to experience.

Year after year.

In the real world, the entire world had been wiped out, and the only survivors were the God Race.

The three Divine Kings had completely taken over the Divine Realm, or had taken over the entire real world.

In the dimensional tomb, the Saint King had been guarding Xiang Nan for an entire fifty years.

Xiang Nan closed his eyes, and the Saint King also closed his eyes.

He was waiting for Xiang Nan to come out.

In a dream.

Xiang Nan carried the wine jug and staggered through the crowd.

Only wine could numb his heart and make him indulge in his own fantasy world.

Someone was fighting ahead.

The two martial artists fought with each other, and two young men with high spirits were fighting over who was the number one genius in the city.

Like most of the spectators, Xiang Nan was far away, watching the spectacular battle with interest.

"This is martial arts. Have you seen it before?" A familiar uncle pulled Xiang Nan's sleeve and whispered.

The uncle couldn't conceal the envy on his face.

Xiang Nan smiled and shook his head.

The uncle licked his lips and said, "Why don't I have a martial constitution? Look at how powerful they are."

As he spoke, the uncle waved his palm and continued to ponder, "Tell me, where did those lights come from? From the gap between your fingers?"

"Or did it shoot out from his fingers with a whoosh? It's amazing. How can they fly like birds?"

"Do you know?" The uncle pushed Xiang Nan and said, "They said that you have been to many places. You should know a little. Tell me quickly."

Xiang Nan shook his head, "I don't know where those lights came from, nor do I know why they can fly."

At this time, the two young men finally decided the outcome.

The defeated man was dejected and left amidst the laughter of the crowd.

The victorious man strode in front of Xiang Nan and said with great pride, "Mr. Yang, you've been to many places and seen many things. Tell me, am I the most powerful compared to my peers in the outside world?"

Xiang Nan said, "Forget it."

The man was overjoyed and said, "I knew it. I must be the strongest young man. In the future, I will also be the strongest martial artist!"

As he spoke, the man teasingly arched his shoulders and said, "Do you want to compete with me?"

Xiang Nan smiled and shook his head, "Forget it, I'm afraid of being beaten to death by you."

The man laughed loudly and left.

Xiang Nan carried the wine jug and staggered away again. His right hand was hidden in his sleeve, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

For some reason, his hands were itchy.

He arrived outside the city, rode his little donkey, and went up the mountain again. He was now a herb farmer, and he went to the mountain to pick herbs at regular intervals every day to exchange for wine.

In the woods, a group of vicious people hijacked a caravan.

The ferocious strong men killed many people and robbed the goods.

At this moment, a young martial artist jumped out. With a loud shout, he rushed forward and fought with the bandits.

This martial artist was very young, only at the fifth level of Body Tempering, much weaker than the group of bandits at the sixth or seventh level of Body Tempering.

But he was knocked down again and again, and he stood up again and again. His face was covered in blood, and he was trampled on by someone on his neck. 𝗳r𝗲𝙚w𝐞𝚋𝘯𝚘ѵ𝗲l.𝑐oｍ

After the bandits left, the young man jumped up in anger and pointed at Xiang Nan, "Don't you have any sense of justice? Why don't you help me?"

"Even if you're just helping me take care of the injured civilians!"

Xiang Nan leaned against the tree and drank while saying, "Is it useful? The most useless thing in this world is the righteousness of a hero."

The man said angrily, "Why is it useless?"

Xiang Nan said, "How can it be useful? Who will be grateful to you? The people you save will live a happy life of their own. Who cares about you licking your wounds in the corner alone?"

"If you can't save them, it won't be good for them. It won't be good for you either. Instead, you'll be injured."

The man said angrily, "I can still become stronger!"

"Is it useful? No matter how strong you are, how many people you can save? Can you save everyone in the world?" Xiang Nan said.

"You, you, you!" The man stomped his foot angrily, "Nonsense!"

After saying that, the man angrily left.

Xiang Nan carried the wine jug up the mountain and drank while singing.

Twilight fell, and Xiang Nan returned to his small city and home.

He sold herbs and exchanged for two jugs of wine and two pounds of beef. He ate happily and drank to his heart's content.

He came to a sudden halt when he arrived at the door of his house.

The wine jug and beef in his hand fell to the ground with a slap.

There was a woman standing at the door.

"It's not possible!" Xiang Nan's pupils contracted. He suddenly lost control and shouted, "I didn't shape you! You can't appear in my dream!"

Xu Caiyue looked at Xiang Nan quietly and said, "Really? Then why would I appear?"

Xiang Nan gritted his teeth angrily as he forcefully pulled his hair.

Xu Caiyue said, "Xiang Nan, how long are you going to hide?"

"My name is not Xiang Nan!" Xiang Nan roared, "My name is Yang Cheng!"

"No one has ever blamed you," Xu Caiyue said. "It's normal that you didn't do it."

"You haven't wronged anyone, but your current appearance has wronged everyone."

"If this place was really the world you wanted, you wouldn't be drunk all day long, nor would you be so ruthless in reversing right and wrong."

Xu Caiyue walked over and pointed at Xiang Nan's heart with her index finger. "Why did you say that to that man? Actually, you're still feeling guilty and self-blaming."

"I didn't!" Xiang Nan said.

Xu Caiyue said, "If you enjoy your current life, I wish you well. I hope you can continue living like this."

"But you didn't. You're punishing yourself. Xiang Nan, it's time to forgive yourself."

Xiang Nan burst into tears.

Xu Caiyue gently hugged Xiang Nan's shoulder and said, "My appearance means that you haven't completely given up in your heart. You still have a bit of your remaining will that hasn't been erased."

"You still want to try."

Xiang Nan choked, "I won't try anymore. I can't beat him. I'm no match for the Saint King. I really can't beat him."

Xu Caiyue said, "I didn't ask you to fight with him. I hope you can live well here, but you can't let go of it. You still want to fight."

"Can you put down the martial arts, Xiang Nan? Your blood is hot when you see others fighting in the street."

"You are destined to belong to the martial dao. Whether you like it or not, you know that you were born for the martial dao."

Xu Caiyue put her mouth close to Xiang Nan's ear and said, "You know what true martial arts are. You've seen its beauty."

"Xiang Nan, is this dream true?"

Xiang Nan's heart trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky collapsed, and the earth collapsed.

Dimensional tomb, red light.

Xiang Nan opened his eyes.

The Saint King also opened his eyes.

"You're finally back." The Saint King stood up.

Fifty years passed in a flash.

Xiang Nan had never experienced life in such a real way before, experiencing great ups and downs, great sorrow and joy.

He looked up at the sky.

The Saint King was still waiting for him to come out.

Xiang Nan took a deep breath and walked out of the red light.

A bright light flashed in the Saint King's eyes and he immediately charged towards Xiang Nan.

However, at this moment, another Xiang Nan suddenly appeared in front of the Saint King.

The Saint King was stunned, "Avatar? No, no, this is a dream body!"

Xiang Nan expressionlessly walked towards the dangerous exit with his hands behind his back.

The Saint King punched Xiang Nan's Dream Body, and when he was about to chase after Xiang Nan, another Xiang Nan's Dream Body appeared.

The Saint King was stunned again, followed by the second, third, tenth, hundredth …

The densely packed Xiang Nan and the eighth level Spirit Void Xiang Nan jumped out of their dreams endlessly.

One thousand, two thousand, five thousand, ten thousand …

"Damn it, what is this!" The Saint King ferociously killed Xiang Nan one after another.

But he couldn't kill them all. He killed a thousand, jumped out ten thousand, killed ten thousand, jumped out one hundred thousand!

The endless Xiang Nan flooded the Saint King like a tide.

As for Xiang Nan's true self, he had already arrived at the dangerous exit. He did not turn around and said, "This is the ultimate great dao that I suddenly comprehended in my dreams. The dream has come true."

"Let my dream form play with you here first."

"Saint King, I'll be back soon."

Xiang Nan walked out of the danger zone. At this moment, the Saint King was surrounded by 30 million Xiang Nan dream bodies.

Dream, is it true?

At the extreme of dreams, illusions and truths were indistinguishable, and illusions and truths were present together.

True or false.

I believe it, so it's here, so, it's all true.

In his dreams, Xiang Nan imagined a wormhole, but in reality, a wormhole really appeared.

He entered the wormhole and appeared outside the dimensional tomb, a million light years away.

"I still have a chance." He looked up at the sky and said, "I have the Six Divine Spiritual Veins. I can reach the Saint Rank and the Tenth Layer of Spirit Void."

"But there are no spiritual herbs in this world, and no pills can be absorbed by me."

Millions of Fallen Gods at the eighth level of Spirit Void chased after him from the horizon.

Xiang Nan turned around and looked at them. In his dreams, he imagined a heavenly curtain.

The sky had indeed descended!

The sky blocked all the Fallen Gods.

Xiang Nan still raised his head to look at the sky and said, "I still have a way to raise my cultivation realm. If everything in my dreams can come true, then so can they."

With that, Xiang Nan waved his hand towards the sky.

A dense amount of World Exterminating Divine Lightning appeared in the sky! Millions, millions …

The serpent said in horror, "My God, this … this dream of yours can actually make the illusion come true?"