Jianghu: One Dream Spanned Ten Thousand Years, and I Awoke at Max Level in the Grand Imperial Court

Lin Tianyuan accompanied his father to Kunlun Mountain to welcome Emperor Xuanyuan as he ascended to immortality.

Suddenly, a cold light filled the world, and he lost consciousness.

In his deep dream,

he listened to Xu Xiaonian's stories and followed ** on a journey through the jianghu.

He heard the cry of "Sword, come!" as ten thousand swords stood ready to serve.

He also dreamed of the city of Xiang, where he fought enemies on the battlefield alongside Guo Daxia and his wife.

That descending strike, Dragon Regrets, shook him to the core.

After that, he dreamed of living in the modern world, where a man named Wang Wudi

pushed him away with a single palm. He staggered backward in a daze, losing track of time.

He also dreamed of a coffin pulled by nine dragons. A lonely man sat atop it, crossing the void, a thousand years passing in a single glance.

When he awoke, he was still an eighteen-year-old youth.

But the jianghu was no longer the one he knew.

Then one legend after another began to emerge.

Forbidden zones surfaced one after another.

The Great Emperors were gone, and demons ran rampant.

In the darkness, countless bloodthirsty eyes stared fixedly at this young man who had just entered the jianghu.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.