Was the effect a little too good?
A dazzling scene like fireworks, gone just as quickly.
The meteors soon either drifted away or dimmed. By the time everything settled, that starry sky was already filled with chaos and disorder.
And almost instantly, Fu Qian sensed an indescribable danger lurking within it.
It seemed he had kept his earlier promise. As the Dream Master, he had finally developed a few advanced techniques.
While patting himself on the back, Fu Qian could clearly feel the surging strain Mythical Form was putting on his body as time passed.
It no longer felt like his health bar was draining fast. It felt like the fuel gauge had gone completely blank—a far more dangerous sign.
But Fu Qian still didn't cancel it.
The next moment, he focused his entire attention on the painting in the "real world," not letting a single detail slip by.
In the instant the starry sky had been thrown into chaos by the calamity, Fu Qian, as the Dream Master, had keenly noticed a curious change: the reality corresponding to the dream had become blurred.
This little pocket of space had come to be rejected by everything around it.
By contrast, its connection to the surroundings had become much smoother inside the actual Clear Dream.
At that moment, Fu Qian had believed that anything—human or insect—could enter this dream without obstruction.
Just as the vampires had done that very night.
Patterns, colors, shapes, textures... countless elements unfolded before his eyes.
Under a god's full attention, nothing contained in the painting remained hidden.
This painting was now, more or less, truly inside a nightmare.
A professional wouldn't give up so easily.
Though the truth, becoming clearer under his relentless efforts, was growing ever more bleak.
But Fu Qian had always possessed