Sunlight fell on Deng Chun's face, yet he felt cold all over.
The enclosed garden before him was sustained chiefly by the Skylight Simulation System. No matter how closely its light resembled natural daylight, it could never produce the effect of direct sunlight.
Deng Chun remembered how, before falling asleep, he had been stopped from going out. The garden had looked unusually bright then, but it had certainly not held this vivid, dappled interplay of sunlight and shadow.
Yet now he clearly saw sunlight with no apparent source passing straight through the airship, as though the Armed Airship's steel hull and layered decks had become empty space.
He could even see back through those decks to the dazzling sun in the sky. Like a blazing Demon Eye, it swept over the airship, leaving no shadow aboard untouched.
Beneath that sun, Deng Chun went cold and rigid. For a moment, he could not move.
This might have been a Dreamscape, but it was anything but absurd.
From his limited experience, Deng Chun could sense that it was trying to reflect the world as faithfully as possible, including the deeper workings ordinary people could not see.
After all, this was very likely the result of how that man saw, described, and reshaped the world.
At that moment, Deng Chun trusted him more than he trusted himself. So he believed this was probably a revelation from him... and a warning.
Of course, there was another, even colder possibility: the power of the Amaterasu Cult's Fusang Divine Tree Grand Treasury had pierced the barrier of Dreamscape Game, broken through every shadow, and begun searching for vermin who might stumble upon their plans.
Deng Chun snapped out of it—or something like that—and staggered back two steps, trying to avoid the direct sun
light.
But beneath