This Young Master is not Cannon Fodder

Sun Wutian, the Great Creator, did not immediately wake up from his dream. The world was far more perfect than he had envisioned. Hundreds of thousands of years had already passed in the dream world, creating a solid history. More than that, he was the only one to wake up. The other dreamers had succumbed to the dream, never waking even after countless pseudo-reincarnations.

As the creator of this dream, he gained great benefits from it. Sun Wutian could feel his comprehension of the laws increase dramatically. Even if they were fake laws, he felt that his current mastery could equal complete worldly laws.

The most important part was that the dream world had not reached true stability, and it would need further evolution to reach a new height. Although the immortal gods of the world court appeared powerful to the common denizens of the dream world, Sun Wutian was clear that they were only as powerful as saints without external aid. With external aid, they could barely reach the true immortal level.

He had a feeling. Only once the first true immortal-level existence appeared would the dream world become stable enough.

It might have taken millions of years in the dream world for the first immortal-level powerhouse to appear, but that was without someone guiding the development of the world. Now that Sun Wutian had become the omnipotent god of the world, he could guide it according to his will.

Of course, he couldn't do anything too drastic. Even the most minor actions would cause strain to appear in the world, so he had to plan carefully. He also had to choose to act through indirect means. And the first person to reach the true immortal level had to be a natural denizen of the dream world, not a dreamer. For once a dreamer awakens, he takes from the dream world.

It wasn't that Sun Wutian minded people benefiting from the dream world, but the premise was that the foundation of the dream world not be harmed. After all, it was closely linked to his existence.

Sun Wutian didn't take any immediate action. He needed to plan all of this. Any accident or miscalculation could divert the entire plan. True, he was the creator of this dream world, but each person inside had their own thoughts and was not controlled by him—not just the dreamers. If they did not have their free will, this was not a world at all, but a fake.

Like in those thrilling novels, Sun Wutian chose a protagonist to fulfill the wishes of the world. That person didn't need to be talented, born of high birth, or even special. He would become special as long as Sun Wutian chose him. From that point on, his luck would increase. Even if he had no talent, he would discover a cultivation method suited for himself. If there was no such method, then he would stumble upon precious resources to raise his cultivation base until he no longer needed them.

What Sun Wutian required was a clear and strong mind. No matter the obstacles, one should be able to face them with a calm and determined mind. Even if the world denounces you, you must bravely take step after step.

The first protagonist chosen by Sun Wutian failed, and the reason was hilarious. Hilarious to the point that Sun Wutian wanted to revive him and split open his brain to check if something was wrong with it.

How did he fail? Was it because of overwhelmingly powerful enemies or numerical superiority? Was it because of betrayal from a close confidant? No, he failed because of his lust.

Sun Wutian originally thought he would be a committed man after seeing how devastated he was after having his childhood sweetheart stolen.

With his newfound destiny, the man made a comeback and successfully got back his childhood sweetheart. Only, he met many amazing women along the way. He didn't take all of them, but as long as they were willing to go with him, he would take them and add them to his harem.

Now the question came: can so many women really love one man peacefully? The answer was no. No one wanted to play second fiddle; every one of them wanted to be the most important one in his heart. So these women schemed against each other for hundreds and thousands of years.

The chosen protagonist was close to ascension, but he became injured because of one of his women's schemes. The woman didn't want the man to die; she just wanted him injured so that she could take care of him and deepen their relationship.

The years of fighting had long twisted the once-pure love—if it had been pure in the first place.

The woman didn't know that her actions would cause the man's enemies to take advantage of his weakened state. The man had made countless enemies during his rise, and the only reason why they hadn't taken action was because the man was too powerful.

And so, Sun Wutian's first protagonist died. Most of his harem did not have good endings either. Ignoring whether the man's enemies would kill them, those with powerful backgrounds returned to their forces. Without the man's presence to hold them back, the women started fighting each other openly, blaming each other for the man's death and hating one another for monopolizing his attention.

Sun Wutian was too lazy to care. He didn't think it was wrong for a person to have many partners. He was a demon, and powerful demons had many wives.

Thanks to this experience, he learned something new about the dream world. The greater willpower someone had, the more likely they could distort and twist their world to their wishes. It wasn't powerful enough to rewrite the reality of the dream world, but it could interfere with cause and effect.

In other words, the more a person wants something, the more likely it is to happen. Call it luck, or call it destiny, but it was nevertheless an integral component of the dream world.

After adjusting his plans, Sun Wutian sought out another protagonist. He chose a demon next, but the results weren't as good. Although both demons and humans made up the immortal gods of the world court, it was undoubtedly humans who occupied the weaker realms.

Demons only became demons once they reached a certain realm and opened up their spirituality. For a protagonist, the starting point was too high. And thus, the demon protagonist failed. If Sun Wutian wanted a demon protagonist, he would have to change the dream world too much—something he could not accomplish now.

And so, Sun Wutian continued choosing protagonists, learning with each failure. A protagonist who would have succeeded failed because the world was no longer the same as it had been in the past. Another one failed because he became too confident in himself, believing everything would work out in the end. Another was just the complete opposite, lacking confidence.

Perhaps it was because this world was created from fantasy that willpower was much more important than in the outside world. If it was strong enough, it could even be used like qi.

After countless attempts, Sun Wutian finally succeeded. At the moment of success, the world changed. Time did not stop; the people continued about their business. Even the cultivators secluded in their caves did not sense anything amiss, but the creator of it all sensed it.

Although the world was constantly evolving, it had always remained the same size. Now, there was a sign of outward expansion. The expanding world created distortions at the edge, but the world would simultaneously repair, creating a balance. Right now, the balance was tilted toward reparation, meaning that the world would grow. If it ever tilted toward destruction, the world would shrink.

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Sun Wutian had to focus his mind on setting new rules in order to accommodate the growing dream world. It was stable, but it could always be more stable. More than that, he wanted the world to be able to continue growing, even if he did not guide it.

Of course, he couldn't accomplish this now. Like with his chosen protagonists, it would take countless trial and error.

"For now, it's time to undergo the Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation," Sun Wutian said, a long-lost vigor blazing in his eyes. "Wake up!"

Sun Wutian expected to see black tribulation clouds gathering above him, but he did not expect the sky to be crystal clear with only a few drifting clouds. More importantly, he saw a long-lost figure. "Master!?"

Ancestor Fusang's pure white hair fluttered in the wind. On his face was a smile. "Are you wondering why there aren't any tribulation clouds above you?"

"Wha? No! I mean, yes!" Sun Wutian replied. He didn't know why, but when he stood in front of Ancestor Fusang again, he felt like the same monkey who had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation.

"It's because of the Dream Divinity Script. What do you think it meant by reaching the Immortal Realm using the dream world? When cultivators enter the Immortal Realm, they require a special quintessence from heaven and earth to initiate the transformation of their body from mortal to immortal. Although it is forged from fantasy, a dream world is still a world. You can enter the Pathfinding Immortal Realm thanks to your control of your dream world," Ancestor Fusang revealed. "You might not be able to do it now, but you can also grant others the power of the Immortal Realm. In fact, for you, the four minor realms of the Immortal Realm do not mean much. As long as your dream world becomes stronger, you can use it to become a divinity."

"Master, I want to ask—where have you been, and what is your identity?" Sun Wutian asked.

"Me?" A mischievous smile, completely different from his usual lofty expressions, appeared on his face. "I've never gone anywhere. Strictly speaking, I am everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Can you guess my identity based on this?"

If it had been before, Sun Wutian would not have been able to understand. His eyes widened in shock. "Master, is this also a dream world?"

"Dream world?" Ancestor Fusang shook his head. "No, this is not a world made from fantasy but from reality. However, it does have similarities. Like your dream world, this is a universe I created—my inner universe. I call it the Nine Heavens Universe."

"Nine Heavens Universe," Sun Wutian repeated to himself. "Nine Heavens... no wonder. No wonder. If this inner world is called the Nine Heavens Universe, what should my dream world be called?"

"Monkey, you're still thinking about this?" Ancestor Fusang asked with a speechless expression.

Sun Wutian snickered. "Master, were you the one who helped me? When I took this path, I knew that my chances of success were small, but when I awakened in the dream world, I realized that I had roped in a lot of dreamers—far more than I calculated—which helped the dream world a great deal."

"It's not just a lot, but the entire Third Heaven fell asleep with your dream world."

"The entire Third Heaven?" Sun Wutian asked with widened eyes. He counted his fingers, trying to calculate how many people had fallen asleep. He wasn't shocked by the fact itself, but that so many dreamers appeared in a dream world that had only originated from one small 'planet.' "Master, how big is your inner universe?"

Ancestor Fusang shrugged. "Even I'm not sure. At least, I still haven't discovered the edges of this inner universe."

He shook his head and looked at Sun Wutian. "That's not important now. I'm here to ask you if you want to leave my inner universe."

"Leave?"

Ancestor Fusang nodded. "The outside world where I originated from is like my inner universe—also infinite—but it has a much deeper history. The only problem is that you will be met with heavenly tribulation. Heavenly tribulation did not fall upon you because I willed it. It won't be so in the outside world. The Three Thousand Immortal Realms System's Heavenly Dao will definitely send heavenly tribulation, but that's not the most important part. Once you pass, it will try to inject its quintessence into you. You don't need me to tell you what will happen if it succeeds, right? You will gain the recognition of the Heavenly Dao, becoming part of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms System—but simultaneously, it will be a chain for you."

Sun Wutian narrowed his eyes and pondered his master's words carefully. He was no longer the young monkey who had just embarked on the immortal path. He smiled, baring his fangs. "Master, if I didn't know this was your inner universe, I'd probably be fine staying here, but once I know—how can I not see the outside world? I even dare to destroy my own dream world. What's a mere Heavenly Dao? I also want to cause a ruckus in the Immortal Court like the monkey king of yesteryear."

This time, it was Ancestor Fusang's turn to have a strange expression.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"I hope your thoughts remain unchanging when you learn the truth," Ancestor Fusang said. Before Sun Wutian could ask, he spoke first. "When do you want to leave?"

"Now," Sun Wutian said. "I was disappointed since I couldn't undergo the Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation—then this is just right for me to experience it in the outside world!"

Ancestor Fusang nodded. He waved his sleeve, and Sun Wutian disappeared from the Third Heaven.

"Is this the Three Thousand Immortal Realms System?" Sun Wutian asked when he found himself atop a mountain peak. It wasn't like Ancestor Fusang had really just directly transported him. He had also given him the common sense and knowledge through the Xiyi Talisman.

Before he could think for long, Sun Wutian looked up to see tribulation clouds gathering above. He bared his fangs. "Come on!"

First, Sun Wutian just sat there and allowed the bolts of tribulation lightning to strike him. Invisible to the observer's eye, when the tribulation bolt touched him, his dream world also suffered lightning strikes on the edge. The dream world broke down the tribulation lightning into pure energy and absorbed it, turning fantasy closer to reality.

The tribulation clouds roared, as if angered by Sun Wutian's blasphemous actions, and sent more and more powerful tribulation lightning.

As the tribulation lightning grew stronger, so did the energy contained in them. Finally, Sun Wutian could no longer absorb the lightning. He waved his hand, and a striking spear appeared.

To this day, the most powerful technique he had was the Seven Heavens Swordplay from Ancestor Fusang, but he had always wanted to use a cudgel. He would even accept a staff, but alas, reality did not conform to his ideals, so he created this weapon.

It was a spear composed of a short staff and a spearhead that resembled a sword. Then came the strangest aspect: the blade and spear shaft were equal in length. More importantly, the spear was directly manifested from his dream world. Before, everything in the dream world was just mere fantasy and could not be materialized, but it was different now.

He raised the sword-spear and slashed the incoming bolt of tribulation lightning, splitting it into two. When the light from the tribulation faded away, Sun Wutian was clad in red and gold armor with a phoenix-feathered helm. Ancestor Fusang had gifted him this set of monarch-level artifacts as his present for succeeding.

Sun Wutian continued to withstand the power of the Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation. The length of this tribulation was recorded as the second longest. The first was naturally the Nine Heavens Sovereign's Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation.

The two were actually very similar in length, just a few days' difference. When the heavenly tribulation disappeared with one last unwilling thunder, Sun Wutian knelt onto his knees, holding the sword-spear for support. Although he passed the lightning tribulation, it wasn't over yet.

However, Sun Wutian woke up extremely swiftly from the Inner Devil Tribulation.

For his success, the Three Thousand Immortal Realms System gave its endowment. Sun Wutian's charred form quickly returned to its peak, but he soon felt a dangerous feeling. Recalling his master's words, he quickly isolated the dream world so that it was not touched by the Heavenly Dao's quintessence.

Originally, Sun Wutian had wanted to absorb it for nutrients, but the dangerous feeling was too much. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he heard an invisible and indignant roar from the clearing skies. Although the dangerous feeling passed, he did not stop isolating his dream world.

Still, a smile graced his lips.

Sun Wutian's blazing eyes looked in a particular direction. He knew that he had appeared in the strongest realm of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms System, the Primordial Realm, which meant that he was in the home ground of the Immortal Court.

Since Ancestor Fusang did not appear, he wanted to fulfill a childhood dream of his. "Immortal Court, here comes the Seven Heavens Great Sage!"

With boisterous laughter, the self-proclaimed great sage leapt into the air. Before falling to the ground, he landed atop a pink and misty cloud, which shot off into the distance.