The sages once said: "The true men of old slept without dreams."
Ronan probably had not cultivated enough. Not long after falling asleep, layer upon layer of information fragments came flooding in, weaving themselves into a hazy dreamscape—and its opening colors were far from pleasant.
Ronan seemed to be inside a dark chamber. Somehow, he triggered a switch, and the sealed porthole opened. Light streamed in, tinted a seductive, bewildering dark red. Several stars gleamed within it, sketching out a bizarre demonic eye in the depths of space, silently gazing at him.
That was the Han Guang Star System.
The source of the catastrophe that had buried the Sky Abyss Empire.
It was also the final Fortress where the Sky Abyss Remnants struggled on.
At that moment, Ronan seemed exceptionally close to it, yet also seemed to be continuously drifting farther away.
He tried to use the sole "window" to sort through this contradictory sensation, only to suddenly remember that, logically speaking, he should have been in Earth Local Time-Space, ten billion Light-Years away.
Once that proper distance became clear, reason and sensation clashed violently. What could allow information from the Han Guang Star System to cross ten billion Light-Years and countless necessary Causality Chains, arriving directly where Ronan now was?
Logic that reason could not untangle took on the form of frantic, chaotic images under the power of the dream, surging toward the only window.
Demonic shadows and seductive mists—utterly without order.
The "dark chamber" Ronan occupied seemed to have been pierced through, losing its original deep tranquility, yet exposing more details hidden in the darkness.
Countless shattered information fragments were impossible to distinguish: were they infiltrating from outside the "dark chamber," or had they been concealed within it all along? They touched every layer of Ronan's perception. Images,