Black clouds hung low, muffled thunder roared.
It’s going to rain.
Above the Evangelical Church, dark clouds shrouded, a flock of crows danced.
Their pitch-black pupils reflected this seemingly sacred church... A drop of water fell, the entire world spun in the rain, fluttered, and finally shattered.
"Plop."
Gu Shen opened his eyes, a drop of water fell precisely on his forehead, then slid into his eyelids.
"This is Mu Wanqiu’s dream... I’ve never entered such a realistic dreamscape before."
The "Starry Project" had spiritually exiled Mu Wanqiu into the array box.
This was Gu Shen’s best opportunity to "et candidly" with Mu Wanqiu!
However, this Dream World exceeded Gu Shen’s expectations.
He squatted down, splashing the fallen pine needles on the ground.
The feeling, the coldness.
Was no different from the real world.
"The ’realness’ of a Dream World often depends on the Transcendent’s spirit and the stability of mories."
"This Dream World rivals the real world."
"This indicates... Mu Wanqiu’s mories of here are exceptionally clear, not forgotten even a bit over the years."
The souls in the array box had almost lost their subjective consciousness.
Under such circumstances, Mu Wanqiu should be dreamlessly asleep.
Yet Gu Shen arrived here, which indicates that this scene had been playing in Mu Wanqiu’s Spirit Sea for years.
Even unto death.
She wouldn’t forget.
This is a "nightmare" that Mu Wanqiu couldn’t erase in her lifeti!
Gu Shen slowly walked through the Snow Forest, his thoughts gradually returning to calm. This dreamscape was genuinely like a film, and his entering the dream at this mont... ant he transford from an outsider into a mber of this dreamscaped movie.
Rembering their first encounter.
Gu Shen wanted to enter Mu Wanqiu’s dream under the pretext of the "Duolu River" investigation but was directly refused.
He didn’t think there was any problem at the ti.
Because they weren’t familiar enough.
Refusal was the appropriate response.
But later... after experiencing life and death by the Duolu River, Gu Shen gradually discovered that Mu Wanqiu was soone who extrely protected her dreams. Rather than protecting the dream, it was more about protecting her past.
Her dossier was highly privileged and covered by the North Continent!
Within a team of the Investigation Corps, everyone said she was a "freak."
Every S-rank was actually a freak.
But her "oddness" lay in her sealed past.
Entering this dream, even as the Netherworld King, Gu Shen felt waves of oppression...
Perhaps, the answer lies within this dream.
"Ooh! Ooh!"
Suddenly, the black crows cried blood, flew over the Snow Forest, stirring up sounds of breaking through air.
He squinted his eyes, looking up.
Fragnts of black feathers mixed with raindrops spilled down.
Soon after, sounds of trembling ground erged not far behind Gu Shen.
"How many years ago was this?"
Gu Shen frowned, "Why does it sound like horse hooves..."
Snowflakes swirled, horse hooves thundered.
He stood silently, leaning against a giant snow tree... Horses pulled a convoy galloping over, seven people in total, the convoy’s canopy printed with "Holy Cross of Light," but Gu Shen felt no true Light Aura.
"Light Church’s people, huh? They look more like a group of impostors."
The convoy quickly departed.
Gu Shen erged from behind the snow tree.
He did not destroy the mory within this dream... on the one hand, he wanted to clearly see what kind of "nightmare" had troubled Mu Wanqiu for so many years, on the other hand, he wasn’t sure what impact changes in the dream might have on the host.
This was his first ti entering the "Angel Envoy’s" dream.
And he needed to carefully observe.
"At the end of the Snow Tomb, there’s a church."
"That church has ’Light Power,’ I felt disgusted..."
Gu Shen slowly walked toward the end where the convoy departed.
Though this Spiritual World was real, its "territory" was limited. After all, this was a virtual world generated within Mu Wanqiu’s Spirit Sea, and the people on this convoy all drove directly from the fog of "nothingness" in the far distance.
If Gu Shen wanted to leave the opposite direction, he couldn’t do it.
"So... there’s only one destination here."
Gu Shen raised his brows.
Though the dreamscape is real, it’s not complicated.
He seed to just need to cooperate with the "performance."
...
...
"Sincerely apologize, Lord Vigil, after much thought... we decided not to trouble you further."
At the entrance of the Evangelical Church.
Dark clouds lood low.
The woman wrapped in a cloak embraced a pale little girl in her arms, their luggage was very sparse, just those two boxes filled with washed, dried, folded clothes and thin bedding.
Aunt Ai spoke softly: "While the rain hasn’t fallen heavily yet, it’s still ti for Xiao Qiu and to hit the road, the distance to Deep Scale City isn’t too far."
Virgil’s face bore a smile, but his expression was not particularly well.
He stood under the eaves, occasionally looking up at the flock of black crows swirling overhead.
These damned crows, why do they keep flying around the church?
And... it’s nearly afternoon, how co Mr. Zuo’s group hasn’t arrived yet!
"Are you really not going to wait a little longer? They’re arriving soon."
Virgil’s forehead beaded with sweat.
Damned...
If they don’t arrive, he’d really have to do it himself!
"..."
Just as Aunt Ai was about to speak, Mu Wanqiu gently tugged at her sleeve. She glanced at the little girl in her arms, wrapped tightly in several layers of thick coats.
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