Chapter 1778: Chapter 1773: Outsiders

Dreams are the theme park of the self.

Just as one doesn’t reject sleeping, Fu Qian never rejects this special kind of mental activity, regardless of whether its content is pleasant.

Unfortunately, this Clear Dream Ring is still too clear.

Fu Qian surveyed the unchanged surroundings and shook his head.

Theoretically, he had quite a convenient self-hypnosis technique, but the dream content was always too realistic.

If no special processing is done, it always directly reflects the surrounding area.

It’s not that magical or abnormal creations can’t appear; as long as he wants, he can have as many as he desires.

But the issue lies here: it requires him to "want" them.

Everything exists according to his will, making him the true Master of the Dream Realm.

In this scenario, exploring the Mental World feels like playing a game he created, which is quite dull.

The realism doesn’t stop at just this; the mental state is the same.

Loss of control and lassitude in dreams do not occur in him, even when he maximally adjusts his will distribution to increase the degree of entering dreams.

Unfortunately, reason always follows him and never strays even for a moment, fundamentally different from the victims’ usual stance.

Speaking of which, although his proficiency had increased significantly, this was still one of the rare custom-made exclusive dreams for himself.

Sighing, Fu Qian finally stood up and took steps toward the amber-colored wall before his eyes.

The next moment, accompanied by an imperceptible ripple, the wall melted like gel, forming a small archway right in front of him.

Fu Qian didn’t pause his steps and stepped right out.

...

The Clear Dream Ring has boundaries; this was tested long ago.

If one walks all the way to the edges within the dream, it will be the fog-covered Chaos.

Although Fu Qian doesn’t believe it necessarily applies to him.

As the Master of the Dream Realm and its core, wherever he goes, the dream extends, which isn’t too strange a possibility.

As for the method of extension, it can also fully reference the above realism theory, meaning if he doesn’t deliberately control it, what’s restored will be the real scene.

Now, the question arises: what will happen if he walks out from the top of the tower?

The range of the dream just now was very clear, limited only to the interior of the tower.

In this case, just taking a few more steps would easily reach the boundary.𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

What will happen if he continues through the wall and further out without deliberate control?

Will the boundary expand? This seems quite possible.

Then will he fall directly?

If considered realistically, it indeed should be that way, but...

Fu Qian looked down at the amber suspended steps he had never seen before.

It was as if they had formed from syrup flowing down from the top of the tower.

So, it reached this extent?

The steps were thin and transparent, offering excellent visual effects when looked down at.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian had no interest in admiring them, lamenting in his heart while descending.

This scene seemed to conjure something from nothing, presenting the wonder of the dream, but to him, it was an even more tedious development than falling straight down.

The former at least slightly observes the "reality," whereas the latter can be seen as the ultimate manifestation of self-centeredness.

Where the path was traversed, a route constituted itself.

He truly was the Master above it all.

Even without subjective will, it automatically adhered to his surroundings.

But this also meant that the possibility of exploring the unknown in this form was infinitely compressed.

Further, whether flying to the sky or burrowing underground, would no longer hold much significance.

This was just a pure toy, providing only a self-authored story.

A Master of the Dream Realm unable to truly dream is indeed an amusing irony.

Snap!

Fu Qian snapped his fingers, directly ending the first test.

And upon instantly returning to the top of the tower, he took off the Emissary’s Mask.

...

"I wonder if the newly-made identity certificate will be effective..."

Back in the warehouse, Fu Qian picked up the bread-shaped umbilical cord on the table once again, muttering to himself.

Possessing this indicates being an Ancient Supreme; would this identity change his situation in dreams?

With the second revised scheme, he put on the mask again and returned.

It didn’t seem quite right.

Holding the umbilical cord in one hand and activating the Clear Dream Ring in the other, Fu Qian returned to the laboratory’s peak, looking at the seemingly unchanged scene before him, frowning.

It wasn’t that there was no change; in fact, at the moment of the dream entry, a somewhat familiar sound already resonated in his consciousness—a baby’s cry, just like at Akons.

Even as it quickly became louder, the eerie feeling it contained was no less than before, as if he could sense the walls before him conceiving something.

Although it no longer caused much oppression to him, if a guest were invited under such circumstances, the scene would be unpredictable.

Moreover, the crying wasn’t the only anomaly; as the Master of the Dream Realm, Fu Qian could clearly sense a similar gathering of chaos as at Akons.

It would be no surprise if digging the floor a bit longer beneath his feet would yield some extraordinary sword.

Even the mist beyond the dream’s edge seemed to brew deformed forces, no longer empty.

This was a two-way endeavor; the cry, like him, was an essential part of the dream’s essence.

Of course, the control remained with him; if he wishes, he could actually stop the crying through his mind.

But he couldn’t make it "nonexistent."

Even this action itself is defining Them.

Suddenly, he could somewhat understand the feelings of that unseen opponent in Akons when transforming that place.

In mutual empathy, Fu Qian was already shaking his head looking at the foot.

Not really targeting the cry, he also did not delay, immediately repeating his former tactic, stepping through the wall once more.

Facts proved, the Ancient Supremes still did not fall, even the style of the suspended steps beneath was almost the same.

Though the appearance was slightly more horrific.

A flesh-white surface with mucus, the bottom layer a congested dark red, walking over it seemingly stepping on a living entity.

Sadly, this did nothing to change its essence.

If the original dream was just a self-directed toy, now it merely had a touch of uncanny elements added.

And these elements, as with those in Akons, offered little hope of dimensional breakthrough, from the perspective of the dream’s Master.

The second scheme still failed; the identity of an Ancient Supreme did not bring fundamental changes to the dream.

As an outsider in this world, there indeed seemed to be an invisible barrier, preventing him from reaching the Mental World.

This barrier... what precisely on the Supernatural Level might it be?

And what’s its relation with SAN Points?

Silently pondering, Fu Qian snapped his fingers, initiating the Mythical Form.

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