My Cellular Prison
Chapter 1960

Venting

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Because his previous meetings with the Lord had all taken place in reality.

This was Han Dong's first time entering a dream, and it was an internal dream experience that even Grace Bearers rarely got to enjoy.

Like tentacles supporting pillars in the deep sea, they allowed no resistance from Han Dong and directly dragged him into the Lord's body.

Just as Han Dong had guessed, the Lord's body possessed a rare "dream attribute," one cultivated to its ultimate state... Even Han Dong, now a King, could not withstand it despite using all of his mad laughter for defense.

He entered the dream in an instant.

Bzzzz!

Han Dong was already standing inside a passageway of flowing, iridescent light.

The walls had the soft texture of an octopus's surface. If pressed hard, seawater would seep out.

Feeling the pleasant, comfortable atmosphere here, Han Dong uncontrollably spread the Wings of the Grace Bearer from his back. A few droplets originating from the Dead Sea even seeped out from between the wings.

"So this is the main dreamscape created by the Lord... Isn't this far too unfair?!

No wonder every life-form in the deep sea wants to enter dreams.

Cultivating related Deep Sea Secret Arts here was no longer merely twice as effective with half the effort. It was roughly equivalent to gaining quadruple experience in an online game.

The only flaw was that mental exhaustion within the dream was far greater than normal. If one stubbornly remained for too long and refused to leave the dream, it could cause rather serious mental trauma.

My current position should be the direct passage connecting the Lord's dreamscape and the Dreamlands.

Just as I suspected... the creation of the Dreamlands was directly connected to the Lord.

However, the Lord did not subsequently govern the

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