Black in dazzling colors, white in Thousand Changes Myriad Transformations, green in soft purple and blazing red... Such bizarre, contradictory scenes, utterly defying the logic of reality, appeared in Lin Chen's mind in a way that could not be understood, yet was clear at a glance.
Beyond Nanhua Dream Mountain, the Sea of Consciousness vanished completely, replaced by utter chaos and extreme distortion, where countless strange illusory tidal waves manifested.
Every layer of tidal waves gave off a faint glow. Amid the rolling breakers, countless scenes—neither wholly real nor wholly false, like reality yet like grotesque absurdity—emerged within the waves. Yet they were twisted beyond measure, dark beyond measure, like a wilderness stained with dark-red blood beneath boundless night, or like an abyss that revealed a trace of light yet had no visible bottom...
In an instant, Lin Chen felt as though Nanhua Dream Mountain had sunk into a boundless sea abyss.
This was the Dream Realm Lost Layer, another dimension severed from reality. No one knew whether the space they occupied was a dream or another reality...
"Damn it, how could it plunge deeper so fast?!"
Watching the mountain range transform in an instant, the handsome male cultivator—Meng Tianyun—went pale. What was happening now had far exceeded his expectations.
For the Nanhua Dream Sect, entering deeper into dreams was like sinking beneath a vast ocean.
Yet compared to ordinary cultivators swimming through the oceans of reality, cultivators within dreams faced dangers akin to mortals confronting the Endless Sea Abyss.
A shallow dream was equivalent to the near-sea region. As long as there were no accidents or outside influences, cultivators could wake up on their own. Thus, while the Shallow Dream Realm was unique, it posed little risk unless someone deliberately interfered.
But the Deep Dream Realm was different. It