Chapter 1467: Artificial Existence Core (Thirty-Five)
Of course, at first, it might have been in the dreams of everyone above that age.
As he strolled across the sunlit plaza, though no sun was visible in the sky, Fu Qian silently pondered.
After entering the plaza, things already felt different from the corridor.
One significant change was that it had become harder to keep himself hidden.
To some extent, this reinforced the idea that although the Old Man had made it all the way here, this was no longer part of a dream he had created. It was more like a convergence of the wills of countless dreams.
The people wandering around the plaza were much the same as the Old Man. He was no longer the dream's sole core.
And for that very reason, there was no need to keep hiding.
This connection between dreams probably belonged to a rather deep level of cognition. The many dreamers wandering here weren't particularly conscious.
Even if someone younger happened to appear among them, it wouldn't be all that startling.
As for the target he was looking for, Fu Qian had never expected that hiding would mean anything in its absolute home ground.
In fact, ever since he had forcibly put the Old Man to sleep, Fu Qian had sensed a fairly aggressive rejection coming from the dream.
That was entirely expected. Whatever its current state, after their earlier dealings—and especially after Mr. Rick's death—it was impossible that the thing wasn't on full alert.
That was also why Fu Qian had chosen to spend Sanity Value on False God Incarnation instead of directly transforming into the King of Prison Break in Mythical Form.
The latter should theoretically have been more effective, and after resting for a while, briefly activating it was no longer