I Can Dream of Ancient Times

It is the year 350234 of the Tianxian Era, the twentieth year since Su Ming transmigrated.

In all those twenty years, he never received an overpowered golden finger like other transmigrators, nor did he possess a once-in-a-millennium talent for cultivation.

This body couldn't be any more ordinary.

The third stage of Qi Refining was already the limit for an ordinary person like Su Ming.

Without cultivation manuals or resources, all he could do was spend his life trading his time and strength for a paycheck, stuck on construction sites and assembly lines.

Just as he was about to accept his fate and muddle through life, a pillow he had casually picked up at a secondhand market made him have an incredibly strange dream.

The world in the dream felt utterly real, like a primordial wilderness at the very dawn of creation.

Even the weeds by the roadside were top-grade spirit herbs, so precious that Su Ming had never even smelled anything like them in his entire life.

But he knew it was a dream. When he woke, Su Ming was astonished to discover that his cultivation, stalled for five years, had broken through to the fourth stage of Qi Refining overnight.

And somehow, a priceless spirit stone had appeared in his pocket.

"You've got to be kidding me. That dream was real?"