Three days later, the hundred Dream Spirits and ten thousand units of Cosmic Law promised by the Dream King were delivered.
It was a little less than expected, of course, but Zhang Yang knew better than to complain.
He immediately infused the ten thousand units of Cosmic Law into the leyline veins, leaving the Heavenly Dao Little Girl to manage and allocate them. This world had only just taken shape, and it was precisely when it needed Cosmic Law to manifest all things.
The hundred Dream Spirits, however, took Zhang Yang by surprise. They were not physical entities, but neither were they nothingness in the conventional sense. Nor were they like souls. Instead, they could reside within dreams and serve as Dream Guardians.
But the method of entering dreams was even more interesting. Zhang Yang first had to create a dream—a dream with planning and a defined type.
"Is there really a need to make it this complicated?"
He asked curiously. Across from him stood the Dream Spirit Captain, a somewhat sickly-looking middle-aged woman. Of course, this was merely a manifestation, created to communicate with him.
"Are you questioning my authority? I know what you're thinking. The living beings of both the Firmament and the Abyss have always been this arrogant. You think dreams are chaotic and completely incoherent, nothing more than what you think about by day, you dream of at night? How laughable. If we hadn't blocked the power of those ancient evil gods on the dream battlefield, you would have long since become Nightmare Puppets or gone insane."
"Mr. Zhang Yang, I think we need to have a proper discussion, especially since we may be working together until the end of time. For the sake of my life and the lives of my companions, you must maintain