A cyan "snake" slithered over without a sound. Then, with a flash before Zhang Yang, it transformed into a youth in cyan robes—the Dream Root.
Although it was unwilling to take human form, Zhang Yang truly wasn't used to conversing with a tree root. After ordering it again and again, the fellow finally began transforming into this somewhat chuuni youth whenever it returned to the Reality Dimension.
"Lord."
The root crookedly gave a salute, awkward to the extreme. It wasn't incapable of doing better; it simply hated human form instinctively. It was rather like forcing a man to wear women's clothing—his entire body would feel wrong.
"How is the situation?"
Zhang Yang kept his words as brief as possible.
"I've already sealed off the perimeter. There aren't any Dream forces there, but that isn't without reason. The place is dangerous and highly unstable. Even at the perimeter, despite keeping my distance, I've suffered considerable losses these days. And that's me. If it were another Dream creature, especially someone like you who entered from the Reality Dimension, merely approaching the Underground Ruins would likely trigger immense danger. I wouldn't even be able to assess it."
"So my suggestion is, Lord, if you don't have to go, then don't. That place is far too complicated. I suspect there may even be deeper Dream fractures inside, as well as nodes leading to other unknown dimensions. If anything goes wrong, I'm afraid there could be an unspeakable calamity."
"Is it really that serious?"
Zhang Yang drew in a sharp breath. The root wasn't the sort to exaggerate. Now, it even had a chance to seize the position of the thirteenth Dream Law Heavenly God left behind by the Ancient God Li Meng.
If it said the place was dangerous, then it truly was dangerous.