Dream World

Yang Feng immediately felt dizzy and disoriented, falling into a strange state of grogginess where he could not tell east from west, half-dreaming and half-awake.

The terrifying soul power of a late-stage Universe Light Warlock circulated through him, and the dizziness and disorientation slowly faded.

Yang Feng felt as though his entire body were weightless, strolling among the clouds, and looked around.

Everything around him was blurry, as if shrouded in thick fog. Yang Feng was standing inside an ordinary room.

Inside the room stood a sofa and a mural. Half the room seemed to have endured tens of thousands of years of erosion, rotten and decayed everywhere, as though a single breath could make it collapse completely. The other half, however, was bright and spotless, like a newly built house, presenting an incomparably bizarre sight.

"Could this be the legendary Dream World?"

Yang Feng glanced around, frowning. His soul power swept through his body, only for him to discover that the nine Small Worlds originally within him had vanished, as had the immense life force of a late-stage Universe Light Warlock. All that remained was his incomparably vast late-stage Universe Light Warlock soul power.

Yang Feng struggled slightly and looked at his left hand, where he saw a long rope connected to a square object. His gaze shifted to his right hand, where he saw only a sphere.

A trace of wariness flashed through Yang Feng's eyes. "It really is the Dream World! Things are dangerous now!"

The Endless Abyss Plane was the gathering place of the negative forces of countless planes in this universe. The Netherworld was the final destination of the dead in this universe. The Dream World, meanwhile, was a bizarre world between reality and illusion, formed from the countless varied dreams of intelligent lifeforms throughout