Ronan still used the Dream Entry Method, but he switched modes.
At that private hospital before, he had used the more traditional approach of the Inner World within Inner Earth. As Mister Bai had put it, it was like a wild duck foraging in the clear or murky waters of dreams.
This time, Ronan chose his own method—the kind Zhang Yingying called Miracles Through Strength.
Well, that was definitely a misunderstanding.
Ronan felt it was actually quite technical.
It was like using the Cloak app to harness the power of the Dream Divine Abomination to find people. With a single move, it involved millions upon millions of victims of Mental Pollution. That was certainly strong enough, miraculous enough—but could anyone say it lacked technique? The Void Sprites formed from Nightmare Seeds had already touched the rule-level workings of human consciousness. Every technique in related fields paled before them.
Of course, Ronan would not use the Cloak on Ma Mingcai. It had not come to that.
Even following the same path, Ronan could fully mobilize his own strength. He could use the relatively mature Altar Spiderweb and the Demon Runes already tightly controlled by the Dark Heavy Chains. Even if they could not target the rule level as directly as Nightmare Seeds, they were ultimately more reassuring.
Besides, even if he was going to play that decisive trump card later and unleash a nuclear bomb, he could not charge forward while clutching it in his arms. He still needed tools for triggering, carrying, and positioning it. He had to build the basic framework himself.
Above the Mental Ocean, the black curtain formed by the contamination of the Dream Divine Abomination's power rose and fell like an ocean at midnight. Higher above it stretched a gorgeous yet dangerous seven-colored starry sky. This