Location: Infinite Nightmare
"Mission: Awaken the dreamer."
The light floating in the air seemed to have been paused, displaying two lines of prompts. After he carefully read the prompts, the light quickly pierced his eyes, bringing a sudden feeling of weightlessness that made Lin Feng hurriedly circulate the energy within his body.
call...
The falling body generates its own upward propulsion.
There was neither Si Cang nor Yu beside him. He slowly fell from the white sky, creating a faint sound of wind.
The land below was shrouded in darkness, and a massive mountain could be seen far away, but nothing else of color could be seen.
As he stepped onto the ground, the final hint from the Nightmare Space finally arrived.
"Mission begins!"
The scent of dry earth filled his nostrils, and Lin Feng instinctively took a breath before exhaling it through his mouth and nose.
"Hongling..."
"Gui Ke?"
Lin Feng quickly checked himself and found that apart from being able to sense his own soul power, everything else had disappeared, even the demon wings on his back were no longer detectable.
Fortunately, he still remembers himself.
After a moment's thought, Lin Feng withdrew his divine sense and took a step toward the high mountain.
"Is it Hela's dream? Or is it my dream...?"
Lin Feng took a few steps, looked at the unchanging mountain, and raised his head to search for the source of the light.
"No sun, no stars, I couldn't see the horizon when we were falling..."
After moving forward a little further, Lin Feng stopped. His divine sense drifted backward, extending to the very edge of his senses, and he saw the footprints he had left behind.
"This world is too peaceful, without any changes. Apart from the flowing wind and light, the atmosphere between heaven and earth is frighteningly calm."
His voice echoed in his own ears, and the wisps of demonic power summoned by his soul also had a dim glow, as if they might fall to the ground at any moment.
After a brief silence, Lin Feng squatted down on the ground, picked up a stone, and vigorously rubbed it into the shape of a spinning top, then spun it around.
"call..."
A few seconds later, the top stopped spinning, and the soil spread upwards from the point of contact, silently placing the top on the ground and making it a whole again.
"A dream world that cannot be fathomed by common sense." Lin Feng looked down at the soles of his feet. Countless clods of earth and stones crawled up his legs, invading him in an incomprehensible way.
Soon, he took another step, and the dirt and stones under his feet quickly dissipated, as if nothing had happened.
Whose dream is this?
The dream within a dream is infinite, but the human brain is finite. Based on the time ratio of each dream layer, the average person's brain will approach its limit when entering the fourth or fifth dream layer.
However, if two people take turns dreaming, and the dream structure is further simplified, the number of layers can at least double.
At this point, if thousands of people are dreaming at the same time, and there is an exceptionally powerful individual as the starting point, such as Lin Feng's brain after the fourth-order gene lock is developed, this rate can be calculated in geometric multiples.
This can also cause an infinite number of dreams to be superimposed on a single dream, resulting in an infinite dream world!
"We must first find the people in this dream world." Lin Feng looked at the mountains again. If there was anything strange about this place, it was the distant mountains.
rush!
The next second, Lin Feng took a step and ran wildly towards the mountain.
Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty minutes later, Lin Feng stopped again. Two stone statues appeared on the ground in front of him, one kneeling on the ground and the other reaching out to grab the mountain.
In thirty minutes, the mountain in his eyes changed only slightly. Based on this feeling, he knew it would take him at least several days to reach it.
Approaching the stone statue, Lin Feng touched the dust on it, brushed aside some of the broken stones, and saw that the interior was also made of stone.
After a moment of doubt, Lin Feng cleared his mind of these distractions, channeled his power, and continued running towards the mountain.
Within an hour, dozens of stone statues appeared on the ground.
In five hours, hundreds and thousands of stone statues appeared on the ground.
Ten hours later, the ground was covered with statues, some standing, some crowded together, all reaching out their hands in an attempt to grab the mountain.
Twenty hours later, Lin Feng stood before a patch of land crowded with stone statues, looking at several paths that had smashed the statues and continued down the mountain.
A gentle breeze blew through the gaps between the stone statues, creating a faint, sharp sound that echoed sadly across the earth, like a cry.
Looking into the distance, Lin Feng saw that the end of every road was hidden by the colors of the mountains, and no one could be seen moving forward. The stone statues kneeling at the edge of the road bowed their heads to avoid the mountain peaks.
Are there any monsters high up on the mountain?
Lin Feng rose slightly, his body pressed against the top of the stone statue, and with the help of a thrust, he continued to fly down the mountain.
Five hours later, Lin Feng finally stopped, eased his trembling pulse, and let out a long sigh of relief. The towering mountain, seemingly defying the heavens, appeared before him, blocking out the surrounding light and casting a dark shadow over everyone below.
Finally, there are survivors!
Lin Feng approached and stood at the edge of the shadowy figure, staring at the person closest to him. Then he turned his gaze to an old man who had turned around in front of him.
"This is Chongyu Peak."
The old man was thin and frail, with a dark, withered face beneath his disheveled white hair. The skin and flesh were wrinkled against his bones, and his voice seemed to suggest a sense of disintegration.
"No one has been able to leave this place for three thousand years."
After the old man finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze, his withered, dark neck making a slight sound as it twisted before finally returning to its original position.
Three thousand years ago, Chongyu Peak, where exactly is this place?
Lin Feng gazed into the distance and saw countless similar scenes on the land. Some people lay on the ground asleep, while others knelt motionless. The dark shadows seemed to be protecting them, preventing the erosion of the earth from damaging their bodies.
Stepping into this darkness, Lin Feng crouched down in front of a sleeping man. The man was wearing modern clothes that were almost weathered away, and his pupils were empty and lifeless as he stared upwards, seemingly piercing through the white expanse where he had first landed.
"It looks fake..."
Lin Feng followed the man's gaze and saw that the end of his vision was vaguely dark, silently shaking his will.
Just as he withdrew his gaze, he took a deep breath and shouted, "Hela!"
The trembling sound echoed, the rocks shook, and one by one, the withered, dark faces turned to him, their indifferent gazes waiting for the sound to end before finally returning to their original positions.
Seeing this change, which seemed like a copy and paste, Lin Feng suppressed the unknown sense of powerlessness and walked towards the foot of the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a stone wall with three somewhat hastily written Chinese characters for "Chongyu Peak" on it, indicating exactly where this place is.
Lin Feng looked down at the characters on the stone wall. Several Chinese characters, clearly written by different people, were crookedly draped on the stone wall, silently describing what had happened here in the past.
"Heavens, a stone puppet, a dream world..."
"I must remember your name."
"She knows you're here."
Don't trust anyone.
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