The joy of successful cultivation immediately filled Wang Zhifan's heart, but aside from happiness, he also felt somewhat exhausted. After all, he had just cultivated continuously in the dreamscape for ten hours, which had consumed no small amount of mental energy.
I should get some real rest. I spent quite a while cultivating in my dreams the night before entering this dungeon, and combined with this session, I'm truly worn out.
With a thought, he made the Dream Self before him, which looked exactly like him, vanish in an instant. This was one of the Dream Self's specialized abilities. Within a certain range around Wang Zhifan, the dream master, they could directly return to his dreamscape. Whenever Wang Zhifan needed them, he could release them again.
The reason it was "they" rather than "it" was that the number of Dream Selves cultivated through the Great Dream Saber Scripture was not limited to one. There was not even a true upper limit to their number. How many Dream Selves one could have depended entirely on the cultivator's ability and needs. If a cultivator were powerful enough and believed he could control them all, he could create ten thousand Dream Selves at once.
After recalling his first Dream Self into the dreamscape, Wang Zhifan sat down on the sofa and began replenishing his energy.
He took out canned salted fish, canned beef, canned fruit, potato chips, and other food from his personal storage space, then brought out bottled purified water, cola, fruit wine, and other drinks. He began eating and drinking at leisure.
If the indoor environment had not grown increasingly dark as the sun set outside, and if the surrounding area had not been permeated by the stench of decay from the countless zombies, he might truly have been enjoying himself.