Perhaps influenced by a certain pink-haired girl, or perhaps because he himself was within the range of the ritual, the first thing Bai Zhi felt upon entering the dream was an extremely rapid sensation of falling.
It was as if he were plummeting from an altitude of thousands of miles without any protection. For an instant, Bai Zhi felt like he had become a meteorite.
A moment later, when the feeling of solid ground beneath his feet returned, he found himself in a pure white space.
As far as the eye could see, everything around him was completely white.
Before Bai Zhi could properly inspect his surroundings, the slightly distorted voice of a certain pink-haired girl rang directly in his ear.
"Damn, why is your dream so hard to invade... Listen up. The place you're in right now is the Consciousness Battlefield I constructed for you. What you need to do is fight your opponent on this battlefield. Understand?"
"Uh... no."
After thinking for a moment, Bai Zhi shook his head.
"If possible, I'd like you to explain it in a little more detail."
"...No matter how gifted she is, her soul still falls within the scope of humanity. If that pressure isn't transferred away, there's absolutely no way she'll survive. Having her soul torn into ten thousand pieces would be the best possible outcome."
As if taking a deep breath, the Pink Haired Girl began explaining patiently.
"And because of that, I used a few methods to shift the main body of this ritual from her to you. In that pure Consciousness Battlefield you're currently in, you need to withstand the assault of a combined consciousness of two hundred thousand people for at least ten minutes. That is the prerequisite for whether I can steal the Evil God Power."