The Dream of the Soul

Darkness surged like a flood, wantonly devouring every ray of light that might appear.

This was a wasteland where even nightmares refused to linger, a place hated and rejected by the entire dimension.

Six months had passed.

In the Dream Dimension, the Dream Ancient God and the Law Heavenly Gods under him had spared no effort in carrying out their initial strategy: scorched earth.

To date, all ten planes surrounding the Dream Divine Kingdom occupied by Zhang Yang had been emptied. There was truly nothing left—not even nightmares or various negative dreams. No dream projections came in from the Reality Dimension anymore, either.

At first, this move had not seemed very effective, but as time passed, the viciousness of this method became increasingly apparent!

Dreams were not reality. Reality had a material foundation. Even an endless void was actually supported by the power of a sequence framework; it was not truly empty.

Dreams, on the other hand, had no material foundation. The reason they could exist was that countless dreams served as anchors. One dream after another formed everything here. But once the support of dreams disappeared, everything would become nothingness, fragments, and collapse.

"How are things lately?"

Zhang Yang rubbed his eye sockets, feeling somewhat fatigued. The knowledge concerning the Dream Law made him feel as though he were listening to a heavenly scripture. If Qu Shang, Tao Yao, and the others had not been progressing so rapidly and speaking with such substance, he would almost have thought Li Meng's Sister was some kind of spy.

To carry out his plan, six months ago he had decided to organize a team to conquer Dream Law 3.0.

He would lead the team, with Li Meng's Sister as the chief consultant. Its vanguard and main force consisted of Qu Shang, Tao