In the Dream Dimension, within the Dream Divine Kingdom of the ancient god Li Meng, in the Gray Dream Fault now occupied by Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang stood inside a seven-colored pillar of light that pierced the heavens. From the outside, he looked awe-inspiring, but in reality, he was deeply awkward—and had been awkward for three days and six double-hours straight.
The reason was simple. Originally, as the Dao Ancestor of the Sword Immortal World and its sole shareholder, as well as a Dream Law Heavenly God who possessed a hundred-percent-controlled Dream Divine Kingdom, he should have been able to communicate between the Reality Dimension and the Dream Dimension. He should then have been able to open a unique passage between the two regions, allowing travel back and forth.
Originally, this should have been completed in an instant, or at most within a few minutes.
Yet three days and six double-hours had passed, and the passage seemed to have encountered a cold current or a layer of rock. It stubbornly refused to resonate, making it impossible to open the passage and return quickly according to the original plan.
And so, things had become awkward.
Zhang Yang's previous plan had relied on using the Dream High-Speed Rail to win a quick battle. That was why he had brought along the six Law Heavenly Gods and ten million Sword Immortal elites. The entire plan was to finish the battle within twelve double-hours and use lightning warfare to fight his way to a more perfect situation for himself and his plane civilization.
But damn it!
At that moment, Qu Shang, Tao Yao, Zhao Baiyi, He Yimou, Wu County, and Guan Shan walked over, each of them wearing a solemn expression.
"Have you found any trace of the enemy?"
Zhang Yang asked in a