In this dream, the story was the same as his childhood stories. The old black dragon was trapped in day-to-day practice, which was almost exactly the same as his memory. He practiced every morning and played with his friends in the afternoon. Those friends were originally very vague in his memory, but now they were clearly visible in this world, so clear that even every dragon scale seemed so real.

So true.

The old black dragon has a memory of more than 800 years and is very sure that this is not the real world. However, this dream is too real, so real that he cannot imagine it. If he is trapped here for 800 years, he will doubt that this place is real and the outside is fake.

When he thought of this, the old black dragon was filled with fear.

He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die, but being trapped here, what was the difference between that and death?

Soon, another month passed. The old black dragon tried many methods, but he was still unable to get out. He tried to escape, but was caught by the elders. He tried to use his own strength, but he could not sense any strength. He tried to use his own blood, but here, his blood had not grown to its current level. He slowly began to despair, and moved forward according to his memories day after day.

This is the Black Dragon's base camp, the Black Dragon Valley, a secret place that should not have been known to people. The surrounding forbidden areas and the Black Dragon's privacy should not have been imagined. But now, he has no time to care whether this place is a secret or not. The world around him is becoming clearer and more real. This is a manifestation of his memory being stolen. He has no time to care about these things and just wants to stay alive.

A feeling of despair and fear spread in his mind.

Outside the Black Dragon Valley, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky above the world. Dolai's figure emerged from the crack. He stood high in the sky and looked down.

Below is a very large valley. On both sides of the valley are all kinds of huge mountains and rivers. It is very spectacular and magnificent.

The mountains are tall, with huge differences in elevation between the peaks. From the heights to the ground, each one is several thousand meters high.

The valleys between the mountains are also very wide. There is a huge river coming from afar, flowing through here and flowing to the distance.

At this time, at the bottom of the valley, there were all kinds of black dragons, flying in the sky, swimming in the water, and running on the ground. There were a lot of them. If others saw these black dragons, they were very powerful and terrifying. This place was simply a forbidden area. But in Dolai's eyes, these black dragons were all illusions, and they should all be the manifestation of the old black dragon's dream.

Although the dream manifestation here is exactly the same as the real black dragon, there is a gap. This is the old black dragon’s dream and it is not real. Although it looks powerful, in the witchcraft woven in dreams, these are just paper tigers.

But Dolai did not underestimate these paper tigers at all. They also had the power of the Old Black Dragon. If they were not careful, they would be beaten to death by the Old Black Dragon, which would be very unfair.

He thought about how to appear in this world in a reasonable way, find the owner of the dream, and awaken his will.

Soon, he thought of it, because he saw a group of little black dragons playing in the river in the distance, and there were no other big black dragons around.

He flew down quietly, moved forward stealthily, and quietly caught a small black dragon by the huge river, imitating its qi and blood, and successfully blended in.

Having successfully sneaked in without being noticed by other black dragons, the next step is to find the owner of the dream, the old black dragon.

This black dragon was playing a little far away and had separated from the main group. After Dolai controlled him, he tried his best to make himself look real and get closer to the little dragons.

As he walked, he looked around.

Although it was the old black dragon's dream, it was extremely real and seemed to be a very special place. The place, the surrounding environment, and the surrounding plants all seemed to have a special bonus to the dragon's blood.

This seems to be a very extraordinary place, the old black dragon’s dream. Could this be the land of dragons?

The Land of Dragons refers to the place where dragons grow, and it is the place where those ancient dragons with particularly rich bloodlines grow up, not the place where ordinary dragons grow up like those outside. Powerful dragons are born here, such as the old black dragon, a powerful existence that can grow to level eight.

Dolai carefully took note of his surroundings, then slowly swam over to the other dragons to play with them.

The way these dragons play is very simple, just playing in the water, fighting, and speaking some dragon language. What confuses Dolai is that he can't understand any of the dragon language.

He couldn't speak, so he could only play with them and observe slowly.

What made him feel a little helpless was that everyone here spoke Dragon Language. There was no common language and he couldn't understand a single word. Wouldn't this expose him?

Damn it, I have to find the old black dragon quickly, otherwise I will be beaten to death by these dragons. Even though they are all fake, in dreams, truth is fake and fake is truth. If I get beaten to death, it would be such an unjust death.

The time in the dream is inconsistent with the time outside. The old black dragon must have been trapped for a long time. At this time, he should be frustrated, desperate, or even sad and angry, or show other emotions. We have to find out how many dragons like this there are.

He glanced around and was stunned.

There is only one such dragon, and it is a baby dragon.

He thought about it and ran towards the young dragon.

…

The old black dragon had been trapped for a month and was already depressed and numb. He didn't notice his surroundings at all, nor did he see who was looking at him.

Just then, he looked up, and a little dragon who often suffered from autism ran in front of him, and seemed to be looking at him with magical eyes.

The old black dragon was furious when he saw the other dragons, and immediately slapped them with his tail, "Go away, don't bother me."

With Duolai's experience in martial arts, when he saw the tail coming, he naturally wanted to dodge. With the abilities of these little dragons, although they were not controlling their own bodies, they could not dodge, but at least they would not be hit too hard. But this time they did not dodge.

The next moment, the tail hit him hard.

Duolai was beaten and rolled out. He cursed inwardly, thinking that he must be the Old Black Dragon. With such profound experience in martial arts, he was definitely not an ordinary little dragon.

He rolled out and then climbed back in.

The old black dragon didn't want to pay any attention to Duolai at all. He glared at Duolai fiercely and said, "Get away from me, you crippled dragon."

This time he used the common language of the mainland.

Dolai rolled his eyes fiercely, "Old Black Dragon, it's me, Dolai."

The old black dragon glanced at the little dragon, and the light that had lost its luster quickly brightened up again. Then he looked at Duolai carefully, and then quickly dimmed again.

"I must be hallucinating because I'm numb. How could Dolai be here? He must be lying to me. Maybe it's a trap set by the other party. If I were here, I would definitely follow my storyline. If I deviate from the development of the story, I might get lost in the dream." He muttered to himself, his tone full of uncertainty and endless despair.

Dolai was a little confused standing in front of the old black dragon. How long had this guy been here and why did he end up like this?

He thought for a moment, approached Old Black Dragon, and smiled faintly, "The scariest thing about dreams is that you don't know this is a dream, and you think it's reality, so dreams are also reality. If you think a dream is a dream and are sure that you are dreaming, even the dream manipulator can't do anything to you unless you think it's real. For example, if you get beaten up and you imagine the pain, you will feel extra pain, but if you are sure that the pain is fake, then it must be fake, and it won't hurt at all. Dreams are more like the product of the final theory of idealism. They are idealistic, not materialistic."