The demon fox's expressions shifted with increasing intensity. From those changing expressions, one could clearly glimpse what she had experienced in her dream.
Despair, pain, grief, indignation, hatred...
All manner of negative emotions intertwined, yet the torment of the Nightmare Illusion did not lessen in the slightest. It continued unabated.
As time passed, the changes in the woman's expression gradually became fainter, until no trace of expression could be seen at all.
Only then did Chu Mu let out a slight sigh of relief.
The more obvious her expressions were, the more shallowly she had sunk into the nightmare.
When her expressions had nearly vanished, or disappeared completely, it meant she had sunk into the deepest depths of the nightmare.
Put simply, it was the difference between a shallow dream and a deep dream.
As for how deep that depth was...
It was... infinite! If she kept sinking and falling, setting aside whether her soul could withstand one plunge after another, even if she could endure it, her lifespan would eventually run out.
Once her allotted years came to an end, her Essence, Qi, and Spirit would naturally decay as well, and the descent would naturally cease.
Chu Mu watched the woman, whose expression had returned to normal, and waited silently.
He had woven the nightmare, and he controlled the descent.
Yet the specific course of that descent into the nightmare was beyond his control.
There were far too many uncertainties.
All he could do was maintain a rough balance.
Namely... whether this woman's Original Self had been altered or erased.
As long as either objective was achieved, the Nightmare Illusion would inevitably give him feedback.
At that point, he could awaken her.
Nearly ten days passed in this manner.
The thin gleam enveloping the woman's body, representing the Nightmare