I Like to Kill in Dreams

The Mirage Worm was fast asleep on the Ice Platform.

Liang Qu shook it awake.

The Mirage Worm looked at the light filtering through the window paper and became confused.

In the past, we only worked at night, but now we have to work during the day too.

The gods made a request, Mirage Worm had no choice but to comply. It thumped its abdomen and exhaled white vapor.

The white vapor vaporized into smoke, slowly revealing pavilions and towers.

Cranes soar low, dreams linger.

I woke up again.

An endless expanse of bluish-gray replaced the bedroom and appeared before my eyes.

Looking down from the top of Liang Qu Station, thousands of treetops sway in the wind, forming layers of overlapping waves.

outside world.

Mirage Worm was about to roll over and change position to continue sleeping, it suddenly felt a weight on its back.

It raised its head and looked at Liang Qu, who had gotten up from the bed, its mind becoming increasingly confused.

So fast? Liang Qu squatted down. "Did I just get out of bed and do anything strange?"

The Mirage Worm shakes its head.

It hadn't had time to lie down, and it was clear that Liang Qu had simply lay down and then sat up, without making any other unusual movements.

Liang Qu fell into deep thought.

"It seems to be just a simple mental activity that is affected, not sleepwalking. The actions in the dream cannot be reflected in reality. I don't know if it's good or bad."

The appearance of Thunder Talisman in a dream, which is reflected in reality, seems like a good thing, but in fact, it loses the biggest characteristic of dream cultivation.

There is no danger.

In the past, no matter how he practiced the Cultivation Method in reverse, forward, or in combination in his dreams, there was no danger, because he was safe and sound in reality.

Nowadays...

The sense of security one feels while practicing martial arts in dreams is very important.

After pondering for a while, Liang Qu thought of a possibility: could the dream mist of the Mirage Worm be self-regulating?

The thought was transmitted to the Mirage Worm through Mental Link, and the Mirage Worm indicated that it could give it a try.

It has only evolved for one day, and many of its abilities are not yet fully understood.

Its abdomen swelled up, the Mirage Worm held its breath for a while, and then exhaled white smoke.

So for the rest of the day, apart from breakfast, lunch and dinner, Liang Qu spent the rest of his time "sleeping" in his bedroom.

I woke up from the dream for the eighth time.

The Mirage Worm was exhausted and collapsed on the Ice Platform. It tried to exhale white vapor, but only coughed twice and nothing came out.

Not a single drop remains.

Like Awei's venom, the dream mist of the Mirage Worm requires special organs to produce. After spraying it repeatedly, it will run out and need to rest for a while.

In the past, Liang Qu was used once or twice a day, and there was never a shortage. But today, the consumption gap is so large.

Seeing that the Mirage Worm had no remaining stock, Liang Qu let it rest.

After a full day of "dream" tests, he had a general understanding of the situation.

The Dream Mist can be adjusted.

The situation was even more complicated than Liang Qu had imagined.

High-quality "dream fog" can not only reflect reality to a certain extent, but it can also change the flow of time.

He used to sleep for five hours, but in his dream four days passed, so the time flow was almost ten times faster.

In high-quality dreams, the difference in the flow of time is even greater, reaching nearly twelve times.

In other words, if he sleeps for five hours, five days can pass in his dreams! As a result, he will be even more tired and have a terrible headache when he wakes up.

Conversely, in low-quality dreams, thoughts cannot be fed back into reality, resulting in a lighter mental burden.

He can still make wildly imaginative attempts in his dreams, but the flow of time will slow down, returning to ten times its original speed.

According to the Mirage Worm, it simply adjusted the concentration of the white mist it emitted, without adding or subtracting any components.

If the upper and lower limits of concentration are measured by time-flow rate, they are approximately between eight and thirteen times the flow rate.

What would happen if the concentration continued to increase? Liang Qu's thinking diverged.

The difference in the flow of time between dreams and reality is not due to any Divine Ability power to manipulate time, but is essentially due to the difference in the speed of thought.

The speed at which thoughts operate in dreams is much faster than in reality.

This is why many people often experience a situation where several days pass in their dreams, but only two hours pass in reality.

A concentration twelve times the flow rate is enough to influence reality through thought. If the concentration continues to increase, can it go even further, achieving a greater impact and realizing true "sleepwalking"? At that point, actions taken in the dream could be reflected back to one's real self...

There is a more than tenfold difference in flow rate between the mind and the body.

Liang Qu suddenly thought of a famous scene—bullet time.

The enemy's movements appeared to him as slow as a tortoise's pace? Before the attack even reached him, ten possible countermeasures were already forming in his mind? "This is going to be tough."

Liang Qu frowned deeply.

Ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh.

To achieve the effect of killing people ten times faster, there are two problems that urgently need to be solved.

First, the concentration of dream fog must be high enough to allow dream behavior to be fully reflected in reality.

Secondly, how to know about the outside world in dreams.

The concentration issue is easy to resolve; the most reliable method is for the Mirage Worm itself to advance.

In addition, one can extract and refine the substance, or, if all else fails, collect the white mist from the Mirage Worm and find Alchemist to condense it into pills.

The second point is difficult because Liang Qu is completely unaware of the external environment while asleep and cannot make appropriate responses based on the external situation.

We need to carve a window between dreams and reality...

Liang Qu glanced at the book "The Ear Consciousness Method" beside him.

The five senses are: ears, eyes, nose, tongue, and body.

The sixth consciousness is awareness.

The seventh consciousness is the latent consciousness.

The Eight Consciousnesses is the seed consciousness.

Consciousness, latent consciousness...

Liang Qu pondered the Eight Consciousnesses mentioned by the Old Monk repeatedly, as if a voice in the the Unseen was telling him that consciousness and latent consciousness were the key to opening a window between dreams and reality.

If the idea were to actually succeed, wouldn't I be considered to have created a unique martial art? "I Like to Kill in Dreams"? Don't plant trees where there's no Wolf Smoke, don't raise trees where there's no Hunting Tiger.

Liang Qu realized that he had unintentionally planted a sapling, but the seed had barely been buried in the soil and had not even sprouted.

Even if the external brain is powerful enough, whether the idea can be realized is still unknown. There is no need to spend too much energy on a vague possibility for the time being. The priority is to seize the present and take one step at a time.

Liang Qu got up and opened the window, and starlight poured in like a tidal wave; tonight was truly a bright starry night.

The night breeze, carrying the fragrance of plants, dispelled the stuffiness inside the house, and the month-long Plum Rain Season finally showed signs of abating.

Sleep!

I can't get proper rest because I dream while I sleep.

I spent the night cultivating in my dreams, and then spent the day exploring.

Liang Qu hadn't had a proper rest for two days and one night, and was extremely tired.

The next morning, the sunlight shone obliquely on the water.

The beaver family resumed work, piling up a small mountain of wood shavings they had gnawed.

The Little Beaver used its paws to gather up the wood shavings it had gnawed, buried them in a pit it had dug under the bushes, and filled it with wet mud.

The Oolong followed closely behind, hopping back and forth on its two front legs, keeping pace with it.

In just a few days, Oolong became friends with the beaver family.

After finishing his morning exercise, Liang Qu took more than twenty pieces of Lotus Leaf from the Netherwood Root and rode up Red Mountain to Ping Yang County.