Dream, yet not dream.
Since becoming the Dream Master, this was the first time he had experienced such a feeling.
His will wandered between dream and reality, within arm's reach yet as ephemeral as a dream. It was wondrous beyond words.
Fu Qian hadn't shared Lady Jill's vision, but a deeper sensation had still reached him through the special connection of Scarlet Fever.
Although it wasn't difficult for him to forcibly distinguish dream from reality, what made this feeling so wondrous was that it seemed to add another dimension: time.
The anchor of the "present" had vanished. At one moment, he seemed to be wandering through history—and something was hidden within this surreal realm.
[Current mission updated: Kill the Holy Infant Disaster Star and stop its rebirth]
The moment Fu Qian focused on that sensation, a new prompt rang out in his consciousness.
So in the end, it was still his favorite kind of mission: a kill mission. Only, the target—the Holy Infant Disaster Star?
It sounded like a pretty big deal.
Especially the word "rebirth." It made it hard to equate this being with the Divine Sons whom those Higher Beings seemed to produce whenever they felt like it.
Or perhaps... this was a Higher Being's Honored Name?
This wasn't just some wild guess, because the next moment, Fu Qian—who hadn't stopped walking—followed that sense of focus and discovered something unusual up ahead.
A statue?
Standing there quietly, with its profile turned toward him, it was unmistakably a woman.
It was the same height as an ordinary person, and there was no pedestal beneath it, but it didn't look remotely real.
Her head was slightly bowed, her eyes lowered. She had an air of grace and nobility, and even wore a veil over her face.
Even