Tide of Ancient Erosion
It still didn't seem to work.
Without a sound, he transformed into the King of Prison Break. As ripples spread from the change, Fu Qian carefully sensed the shifts in the dream and reached a conclusion a few seconds later.
With the genuine perspective of a Higher Being, he hardly needed to run any more tests to draw some key conclusions.
There were no signs of any connection to the Mind World or the depths of the Group Unconsciousness.
Even though the identity of the King of Prison Break had already allowed him to receive calls from this world to some extent—just like in the real world.
He had always regarded this distinction as a sign that he had somehow become part of the world.
So when faced with the changes that came with advancing to the Second Order, he'd been vaguely curious whether this would change.
Now it seemed that it was only skin-deep after all. His nature as an outsider remained remarkably stable.
It looked like he wouldn't get far exploring the Mind World through dreams. He'd have to trouble that one a little.
The dream shattered, and his Mythical Form vanished at the same time.
Back atop Toptower, Fu Qian moved the other Red Ring on his hand and activated Return Edict.
Half-step Moon remained as quiet as ever.
He'd been returning a little too often lately, but the Red Moon's reaction was as imperceptible as always.
Fu Qian had no complaints. After greeting it, he activated the dream again and adjusted the scene within.
Plan Four was a well-tested, mature strategy.
Although the power it granted him was decidedly visceral, the Red Moon clearly possessed considerable spatial authority.
At the very beginning, he had recreated Liliana's Senior's Hideout and asked it