Otherworldly Connection

Inside Wenren Sheng's dream.

The Fierce Tiger Colossus, worshipping crowds, God's Chosen, and a group of laborers.

Hmm, and an entirely empty cage. One unlucky fellow had finally been released. After all, Wenren Sheng was not some Evil God—not even in his subconscious.

Previously, those laborers had been digging rivers in the dream. Now, the God's Chosen were organizing them to carve a second statue.

It was a statue of a Golden Fish.

It stood opposite the Fierce Tiger Colossus, about a third shorter, neither too close nor too far away.

As they carved the colossal statue, the laborers had to sing in a certain rhythm, their voices brimming with joy.

The songs came in all varieties.

Yet this pleased them greatly. Miken People were born to love gatherings; it was a trait carved into their bones.

They had all come here to work as laborers for various reasons, one of which was to find peace of mind and escape fear.

On top of that, they could gather together and sing. It made the hammers and iron chisels in their hands feel especially natural to wield, while greatly easing their mental fatigue.

Wenren Sheng swept his gaze over them and felt that he had made the right decision.

They were practically a race born to match it.

If not for the Eastern Continent's vast territory, its diverse characteristics, and its greatest influence, this Seed of Illusion would have been even more likely to emerge on Miken soil.

With these Miken People brought into the dream by the God's Chosen, he no longer needed to worry about the Seed of Illusion's advancement, nor did he need to worry about it harming those around him again.

After watching for a while, Wenren Sheng prepared to sleep.

The dream operated on its own.