Perhaps dreams did not care about logic. As her thoughts flowed, a streak of blood-red light truly flashed through the clouds of this world. A Rotten-Mouth Ape appeared. Even from afar, its savage giant body was profoundly oppressive.
Its rotten, mangled face turned toward her, as though it had fixed on this target and was assessing the risk and flavor.
Snake Tongue merely glanced at it, showing little emotional fluctuation, while her thoughts continued to flow.
The time she had spent exploring alone had actually been very brief. Later, when Gong Qi used the connection between the Veil of Invisibility and the Veil of Silence to locate her and crashed headlong inside, that became another story altogether.
No matter what, the Cloud Top World had left Snake Tongue with terrible emotional memories. She had arrived in confusion, departed for no reason, and remained there for a long, agonizing time. If possible, she never wanted to experience it again, but that was not her decision to make.
Besides, wasn't she dreaming?
When someone realized they were dreaming while inside a dream, their state was always somewhat peculiar. Snake Tongue could not quite grasp her own condition, yet it fit the chaos of a dream perfectly.
At this critical moment, Ronan gave no further instructions.
In her daze, Snake Tongue's thoughts began to develop uncontrollably:
If this was a dream, then which me was dreaming?
Was it the soul that had left its body and gone to Outer Earth? Or the original body that remained on Inner Earth?
And if this was not a dream, which one of me had gone to the Cloud Top World?
"Dream," in the Inner World and in mysticism, had always been a concept rich in meaning, one often tied to the "soul." Snake Tongue was considered