Han Qianling's judgment was quite accurate. On the fourth day, Luo Jiujiang was able to try to move in his own and others' dreams.
Before he went to sleep, Han Qianling warned him, "The distance in dreams doesn't necessarily correlate to the distance in reality. Sometimes, you can travel through a dream in the blink of an eye, but in reality, the distance between you and him may be at opposite ends of the Holy Land."
"Although the dreamer's spirit may not be strong enough to control the dream, if he senses something is wrong, he may wake up—at which point his spirit has gone too far."
Luo Jiujiang secretly took note of this and asked, "What can I do to prevent this?"
"You need to... lay an anchor point first." For some reason, when Han Qianling said the word "anchor point", he actually had a satisfied smile on his face, as if these two ordinary words brought him endless happiness.
He leaned over and gave Luo Jiujiang a light kiss on the lips, holding his lips and said, "Temporarily anchor your point on my soul... If you get lost, I will find you."
…
So until he fell asleep, Luo Jiujiang seemed to still have the cool sweetness that belonged to Han Qianling on the tip of his tongue.
This time the dream went exceptionally smoothly. Luo Jiujiang did not linger in his own dream for too long. Instead, he tried to extend his consciousness beyond the boundaries of the dream and touch the traces of other dreams.
The first two attempts did not go smoothly. Luo Jiujiang had to withdraw his spiritual consciousness after searching halfway because of the huge drain on his soul and took a break to catch his breath.
In that flickering darkness that resembles the space of three thousand worlds, perhaps there are seeds of countless dreams hidden, but Luo Jiujiang has not yet mastered the skills, so it is difficult for him to explore.
He rested for a while longer, then gathered his strength for the third time. He avoided the exhausting patrolling method of the first two times, and instead turned his consciousness into a trickle, sinking silently into the darkness.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t find other people’s dreams, and it doesn’t matter if you fail again. At this moment, Luo Jiujiang just clears his mind and savors the quietness in a desolate space with all his heart.
After one stick of incense, Luo Jiujiang's consciousness was slightly refreshed.
He touched the edge of a dream.
Afterwards, Luo Jiujiang readily entered this dream.
This dream took place in a large hall. As soon as Luo Jiujiang landed, he landed firmly on a chair. There was no one on either side of him, and the dream was peaceful, so he had the energy to study the chairs he was currently sitting on: they were a row of chairs, covered in red cotton, very comfortable, with narrow black armrests on both sides, the material of which was neither metal nor wood.
Judging from the softness of this chair alone, it is obvious that a lot of materials were used, and it is still a good chair. However, in terms of workmanship and design... Luo Jiujiang has never seen such a bad chair with almost no aesthetic appeal since he was born.
It seemed to be designed simply to efficiently seat a large number of people. Luo Jiujiang simply didn't understand why they had to waste all that material. Why not just install a few rows of benches?
Confused, he worked even harder to identify the dreamer among the crowd. Actually, identifying the dreamer isn't difficult, especially when the dream centers around a person like this—if the dreamer doesn't specifically portray the face, the faces of the other people in the dream are likely blurry.
After seeing this, Luo Jiujiang was really shocked.
He had previously focused most of his attention on the chair, and since he was sitting in the last row, he hadn't paid much attention to the crowd of people in front of him. Now, looking around, he realized that everyone in his dream was dressed inappropriately. Short shirts were worn by people who worked all year round for convenience. Even a highly trained teenager like Luo Jiujiang rarely wore shorts. Yet, everyone in this room, without exception, wore clothes in two pieces, with the tops very short.
If it were just that, Luo Jiujiang could have just said "amazing" and laughed it off, but the people in shorts before him, both men and women, were unapologetically showing off their legs and arms. Few of them wore clothes that covered their wrists, and most had only short sleeves with narrow cuffs. Their legs were mostly bare. There was even one girl... Luo Jiujiang really hadn't meant it, but why was she wearing such thin clothing straps and showing off her shoulders and lower abdomen without a care?
What is the meaning of the phrase "Do not look at what is not proper"? What is the dreamer thinking?
Luo Jiujiang was frightened.
Among the world, Luo Jiujiang's temperament was considered quite easygoing and tolerant. When it came to his youthful madness and his disregard for dogma, few could match him. But while this Dream Master was equally uninhibited, it was clear that their development was not in the same direction. At this moment, even Luo Jiujiang was internally wondering what kind of shocking, cynical, and lunatic this Dream Master must be.
But when he looked up at the front of the hall, where a tall stage was located, he felt as if he was struck by lightning.
The person on the stage is not an actor, but Feng Xue.
Sister Xue was wearing a well-cut black shorts with a large slit in the front, revealing a white, upright neckline. The shorts were too tight for Luo Jiujiang, and only accentuated Feng Xue's distinct figure.
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Sister Xue really doesn't seem like that kind of person.
He buried his face in his hands, rubbing them together. In an instant, all sorts of bizarre scenarios came to mind. For example, in his brief glimpse, the woman on the stage, while remarkably similar to Feng Xue, had some subtle differences. Perhaps it was that old pervert from that deadly place who had sent another daughter in; or perhaps someone in the group was attracted to Sister Xue's beauty, obsessed with her, and harboring inappropriate thoughts. And then there was Sister Xue's words: she came from a place "completely different from your three thousand worlds."
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