"Clip-clop, clip-clop!"
The horse's hooves struck the stone-paved road in a steady rhythm. Pale gray mist swirled around them in the wind, like rain, like smoke.
Patches of green grass began appearing on either side of the road, followed by low shrubs, then broader expanses of grass, forests, farmland, rivers, and lakes.
After they crossed the little bridge spanning the river, the surrounding mist had already changed from gray to a faint white, as light as gauze.
A vaguely visible, immensely magnificent castle stood in the distance.
This was Zhang Yang's Dream Kingdom, a place of absolute safety within the Dream Dimension.
In the Dream Dimension, the more intense the colors, the more violent the changes, or the more bizarre, profound, and dark a place was, the more dangerous it definitely was, because that represented chaos.
Conversely, the purer, steadier, and fainter the colors, the safer a place would be.
Along the way, Zhang Yang had found not the slightest change or instability beneath his feet. The wild grass, shrubs, and forests by the roadside were exactly the same as those in reality. Even the simple gray and the paler white all signified clarity and safety.
After all, whoever entered a dream would most wish for clarity and simplicity.
This was a pure land within the Dream Dimension, and also the core from which Zhang Yang planned to recruit troops and expand his territory in the Dream Kingdom.
Within the Dream Dimension, there were only two kinds of dream lifeforms: innate and acquired.
The former were rare, because the greatest traits of dreams were distortion and tearing, reassembly and fusion. Thus, all innate dream lifeforms that still existed were immensely powerful—at least at the level of the Dream Dragon. The weaker ones had long since been torn apart, distorted, and