What about those strong individuals who tried for decades or even centuries before?

Even those demigods who knew her had tried it, but they hadn't succeeded!

Why should I?

Lin Wuyue looked at Lu Ning in disbelief: "...You, are you perhaps a genius?!"

Lu Ning calmly said, "I learn things very quickly; I usually succeed on the first try."

Lin Wuyue fell into a long silence.

She then scoffed, her expression turning disdainful: "It's just energy resonance, it doesn't really matter if it's not there, I'm not envious at all!"

Lu Ning glanced at Lin Wuyue with some confusion.

He didn't understand why they were saying this to him.

Lin Wuyue silently turned her head and looked at the battle between Anlocks and the Phantom Mind.

As a dream monster, Huanxinling is unable to use soul weapons, although its mental power is extremely strong, even surpassing that of its master in Lin Wuyue's opinion.

However, using dream monsters is still just using monsters. With the help of soul artifacts, Anlocks can maintain hundreds of clones at any time.

Even if each clone is only at the ninth level, with the main body of Anlocks, a Saint-level powerhouse, leading the way, the advantage is overwhelming.

In just a short period of time, Huanxin's mind has already shown signs of defeat.

The silver light that had been shimmering on its body had dimmed considerably, and silvery mucus was seeping out from many of its cerebral sulci.

Although the Phantom Mind was trying to fight back, it constantly used heartbeat vibrations, mental storms, and even the void strikes of its tentacles.

However, such attacks cannot play a decisive role.

Under the bombardment of Anlocks' mental power, the mind defenses of the Phantom Mind Brain gradually crumbled.

Finally, silver mist appeared around Anlocks.

Two silver phantoms coalesced and appeared on the other side of Huanxin's mind at an extremely fast speed.

The phantom intertwined to form a silver thread, which then seeped into the mind's body.

The next moment, the silver light on Huanxin's brain flashed violently, and a series of explosive sounds came from inside the huge brain.

Subsequently, the entire Phantom Mind shriveled up, with silvery viscous fluid rapidly flowing out from inside.

When the silvery slime dried up, only the skin resembling the gyri of the mind remained on the ground.

Anlocks picked up the leather, rolled it up, and put it away.

Then, in a daze, he returned to Lu Ning and Lin Wuyue.

Lin Wuyue immediately launched into praise mode: "Master is so amazing! That Illusionary Mind Brain is no match for him at all!"

Anlocks delivered a chop to Lin Wuyue's head, and Lin Wuyue immediately covered her head and crouched down to defend herself.

He looked at Lu Ning and said, "Get ready, we're about to enter a deeper level of the dream."

Lu Ning's deeper dream details were not very clear, but as an expert on dreams, Anlocks's words naturally made sense.

Lu Ning nodded: "Okay."

Just then, the plaza trembled, and then Lu Ning saw the walls begin to melt into a silvery viscous liquid.

This is very similar to the melting of Base City No. 116 before.

Anlocks, standing to the side, took a deep breath and said, "Too many consciousnesses are trapped in the maze. If the dream is allowed to collapse like this, the stronger awakened ones, with their powerful mental strength, won't have any major problems. However, the spirits of ordinary people will probably be directly obliterated and devoured. Next, I will connect these consciousnesses from their original nightmares into the dream I have constructed."

Lin Wuyue's expression changed slightly, revealing a hint of worry: "But Master, can you handle so many spiritual entities in your dreams?"

Anlocks smiled and said, "Constructing the dream is not a big problem, but I need to maintain the dream, which consumes a lot of mental energy, so we need to finish this quickly."

Lin Wuyue was a little worried, but she still nodded: "Yes, I will do my best, Master."

Anlocks nodded, a dreamlike light appearing in his eyes.

The next moment, a series of illusory figures appeared.

These illusory figures blended into the wall and disappeared.

With the death of the phantom mind that was the builder, the limitations of the maze were obviously gone, and these phantoms passed through the walls at an extremely fast speed.

As the phantom moved, strands of silver threads floated out.

These silver threads are connected to Anlocks' forehead.

Anlocks closed his eyes, his expression quite solemn.

Lu Ning looked at the distant silk threads, which seemed to drift toward the memory rolls on the walls.

Then, the film seemed to melt, turning into specks of light that traveled along the silver threads into Anlocks' brain.

Centered on Anlocks, millions of silver threads spread out in all directions, like the center of a spider web, through which the spiritual bodies of mortals were transmitted.

Lu Ning looked at Anlocks, whose face was gradually turning pale, and fell silent.

The number of ordinary people with spiritual entities inside this maze probably exceeds one million.

With so many spiritual entities entering the dream constructed by Anlocks, one can imagine how powerful this dream must be.

Even if Anlocks is a saint, constructing and maintaining such a dream world is definitely not easy.

You could tell from Anlocks' expression at that moment.

Seeing Lu Ning silently looking at Anlocks, Lin Wuyue, who had been somewhat worried, put her hands on her hips and said with great pride, "Isn't my master super cool? He saved so many mortal souls all by himself, just like a hero in myths and legends, isn't he?"

Lu Ning nodded slightly: "Very impressive."

Lin Wuyue smiled smugly, then her smile faded, and she said with some worry, "I hope Master won't have any problems."

Seeing Anlocks let out a muffled groan and his body tremble slightly, Lin Wuyue couldn't help but clench her hands.

She pursed her lips and slowly said, "Actually... I hope Master won't be like a mythical hero. I hope Master can give up a part of his soul, so that his pressure won't be so great."

"However, I understand that Master would never do that. If it were me, I would choose to do the same as Master. After all, we are from the Mist Bureau, aren't we? We are Awakened Ones, and also the guardians of humanity."

Lin Wuyue smiled at Lu Ning, her smile quite complex.

Lu Ning could see the helplessness in Lin Wuyue's heart, but at the same time, he could also see her pride.

Lu Ning nodded slightly. He remembered what the garrison had said when he returned to Base City 116 from Base City 121 a long time ago.

He didn't notice the appearance of the guard, but Lu Ning still remembered his words.

He calmly said, "May the banner of human civilization never fall."