Crescent Moon Hall.
After speaking with Mr. Sun, Ms. Moon continued testing the effects of the "identity rank."
As for her strange behavior just now, the two of them tacitly chose not to bring it up again.
Maintaining the borrowed rank, Ms. Moon slowly paced through Crescent Moon Hall, hoping to carefully investigate the subtle changes the power of the rank had brought her.
Yet after a brief examination, she detected no abnormalities or mutations in her body.
However, her field of vision had gained sights ordinary people could not see—
Countless thread-like things drifted through the surroundings. They were neither manifestations of energy nor tangible matter, hazy and ethereal as they floated everywhere.
Moreover, these threads could not be touched with mental power or any other energy-based means. Only by maintaining the "rank" could she, under the influence of some unseen force, "touch" them.
And after "touching" those threads, fragmented, unfamiliar images would be projected into her mind.
Some were twisted, some were void-like, and others were pure "emptiness"... Of course, there were also a few colored scenes, though they were rare.
All in all, not a single image was complete.
Yet interestingly, Ms. Moon always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and closeness toward those shattered images.
After briefly collecting herself, Ms. Moon slowly opened her eyes and looked at Mr. Sun beside her. "The first effect of this borrowed rank should be the ability to sense the threads of dreams."
"The threads of dreams?" Mr. Sun raised a brow.
Ms. Moon nodded. "I saw many drifting threads around this hall."
As she spoke, Ms. Moon shared her vision with Mr. Sun.
Once Mr. Sun clearly saw the smoky, mist-like "lines" around them, he roughly understood what Ms. Moon meant.
"These are the dream threads you mentioned?"
Ms.