Zhang Yang clenched his fist as though probing for something. After a long while, a thread of rosy light suddenly seeped through the gaps between his fingers. Even that tiny sliver was dazzling enough to make one's heart tremble.
No one could refuse such beauty, nor could anyone imagine beauty like this, because it was not merely scenery, nor merely a concrete object. It was something no living being could refuse—riding dreams as horses, making the most of youth with poetry and wine!
Indeed, if everyone were asked to describe the most beautiful thing in their hearts, the thing that made even their souls tremble, the thing they most wanted, it would surely be that beautiful dream they had awakened from one morning, only to find themselves filled with loss.
The reason the Dream Dimension was special, and the reason it could still maintain a relative fairness toward all Acquired Beings amid the fierce competition of the Fourth Sequence, was precisely because of this hazy dreamscape that could touch the deepest reaches of the heart.
Even if I didn't know who you were, I still couldn't forget you.
From the perspective of the Dream Law, it also had to be divided into countless variations—far more than the branches expanded from Sword Dao Law 4.0.
Thus, the things extracted from the many different extremes of dreams—the purest, vaguest, deepest, most sorrowful, most melancholy, and most joyful dreams—formed the Dream Law's core power.
And how could one release the power of the Dream Law in the most perfect manner? One had to use the Dream Weaving Divine Art.
That was precisely the thing Zhang Yang held in his hand.
Yes, for the time being, this thing could only be considered a solidified inheritance. Zhang Yang could not master it. He had to