Lu Li gradually became accustomed to Anna's appearance.

This meant that the boundary between reality and dreams was fading over time—Anna appeared by his side day and night, and Lu Li no longer believed she truly existed.

The significance of the pure white stones, apart from helping Lu Li reminisce about old love and no longer needing sleep, was to truly allow him to master the Dreamwalker.

The Eternal Dreamer had not told Lu Li how to do it, but it was not hard to guess: touch the pure white fragments, using the power of the Dreamwalker.

Lu Li awaited the residents entering their dreams, touched the pure white fragments, and amidst Anna manifesting as Annie on the treetops singing and swinging her legs, he delved into the dreamland.

Countless bizarre dreams unfolded from afar, his consciousness drifting over the void-shrouded Dreamless Lake, visiting residents in their sweet dreams.

Little Amy was being chased by terrifying monsters, her young face full of fear, as if she would awaken from the nightmare at any moment. With Lu Li's arrival, the monsters suddenly exploded, scattering candies all over; Amy cheered, picking up the candies, unwrapping them to pop into her mouth, while stuffing others into her pocket;

Side-sleeping, Little Amy's rapid breathing gradually calmed.

An unnamed resident, soaking in rotten mud, was slowly sinking, about to drown, then the viscous mud melted into clear hot water, forming a comforting hot spring;

His furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

An unnamed resident curled in the cold dark, with ice and snow covering his body, sapping his body heat, but failing to seize his faith in the Land of Light. At this moment, a beam of light broke through the clouds, melting the ice and snow, and warm sunlight bathed his body;

The resident sleeping soundly kicked the blanket aside.

A Twisted Cultist, clad in thorns, walked on spikes, blood and shredded flesh paving its rugged path, all for the twisted figure on the throne atop the peak. Its movements grew increasingly sluggish, and its wounds increasingly severe. Just as it was about to collapse at the foot of the mountain, the peak trembled and crumbled into a plain, the rugged path became smooth, spikes turned into a soft grass carpet;

The Twisted Cultist muttering prayers no longer trembled.

"Please don't banish me..." Wilan pleaded as the Twisted Cultist propped him up. "I've never betrayed the camp; the brotherhood is no longer tight-knit. Please don't make me leave..." The sticky, drenched Twisted Cultist ignored his pleas, bringing him close to the wooden wall, approaching a house. "Happy Birthday!" The brotherhood members and Valendo cheered, and the Twisted Cultist set down the stunned Wilan;

Tossing and turning, Wilan gradually stabilized.

Grimm Wolf ran anxiously through the narrow, cramped underground passage. No terrifying strange monsters chased him; he was chasing the monsters or the figure they carried on their shoulders. "Melissa! No—" Grimm Wolf watched in despair as the monster leaped into the abyss with his niece, crashing at the edge of the cliff in anguish. "Uncle Werewolf..." a faint cry sounded, and looking up, Grimm Wolf saw his niece clinging to the cliff;

With a face full of tear stains soaking his beard, no more tears flowed from Grimm Wolf.

...

Lu Li emerged from the dream, floating in the void filled with bizarre lights.

Within the ethereal dream, sensing the ethereal dream, but Lu Li was indeed becoming familiar with the power of the Dreamwalker. Perhaps as time passed, he wouldn't need an emotional outburst nor the brink of death to release the Dreamwalker's power.

Then, Lu Li might grasp a strength to combat the strange without external aid—an imaginary rifle with a long enough range.

Looking to the distance, the eternal void shrouded the camp's edge. The Banyan Tree Guardian did not dream.

Gazing farther into Old Belfast's direction, countless orbs of mixed vibrant and old colors formed a bizarre and magical scene.

Compared to the splendid colors representing sweet dreams, nightmares seemed like nauseating colors chaotically mixed together.

But before, Lu Li needed careful observation to differentiate sweet dreams from nightmares.

Retracting his gaze, Lu Li turned towards the void outside the shed.

If the shed represented Old Belfast at night during the Old Era, the resting place of the cultists was like a lonely farmhouse standing on the plains.

A solitary orb of faded light not wrapped by dreams drifted at the edge. That was Joseph Manor.

...

Screams, cries, metal clashes, mingled with the roars of battle echoed in the blood and fire engulfed city.

A protective wall made of plate armor and canned armor retreated step by step before the intruders, as they desperately guarded the beautiful and delicate Princess Roland at the center.

But at every moment, a guard fell, like ants gnawing away a loaf of bread.

When the last one fell, Princess Roland stood alone, facing the fierce enemies like surrounding hyenas.

"I am Roland Toya Aargon, Princess Roland, the last scion of the Toyalargon Royal Family."

Princess Roland picked up a bloodied long sword and raised it high.

"The Toyalargon Royal Family never surrenders!"

Clang—

The sound of weapons dropping suddenly rang out; the enemies' weapons fell one after another, then like a wave, the crowd surrounding Princess Roland laid down their arms and kneeled in submission.

Princess Roland, with hands gripping a great sword incongruous with her thin body, stood steadfastly.

Lu Li prepared to quietly leave, but the "Mother of the Marsh's" clear eyes suddenly fell upon where his consciousness resided: "Why have you intruded into my dream?"

Lu Li's form materialized before her.

"Are you awake?"

The great sword's tip sank into the earth, the Mother of the Marsh revealing the significance of her actions.

"I am aware of everything that happens in the dream... I remember the devastation the war brought to my family, and deepening my memory of my human identity."

"Because I am both Divinity and human."

...

Leaving the Mother of the Marsh's dream, Lu Li found the distinctions within dreams became more precise. Sweet dreams emanated beautiful colors, while nightmares exuded a stench akin to rotten meat.

Did the dreams of powerful beings yield higher skill?

Lu Li observed the Mother of the Marsh's dream again, noticing the overflow of sweet pink hues at the edge of the light orb.

To confirm whether the hypothesis was correct, Lu Li returned to the Mother of the Marsh's dream once more.

The dream swiftly melted and collapsed, the remaining bedroom in his sights turned instantly into a garden of bright sunshine and fragrant flowers.

"What's going on?"

In the form of Princess Roland, the Mother of the Marsh sat under a parasol, avoiding Lu Li's gaze.

"Changing your dream grants me more skill."

"I am Divinity; it is only natural." She gazed at the idyllic garden stream: "If you need, I can revert the dream into a nightmare."

"Tomorrow then."

Lu Li was already feeling exhausted—the difference between entering ordinary people's dreams and the dreams of an Alien God was evident.

"Besides, there might need to be experiments on whether it's possible to enter the dreams of Alien Gods."

If he could silently enter an Alien God's dream, that would mean Lu Li could harm them without contact—provided they had dreams, or Lu Li could drag them into dreams.

Parting with the Mother of the Marsh, Lu Li ended his dream voyage, waking in the wooden cabin on Lake Heart Island.

Outside the window, Agate Lake reflected the starry sky, Anna's form gradually fading.

Tonight, everyone at Agate Lake Camp had a good dream.

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