The Mental Defense Line was not a tangible thing. It sounded like the application of mental power, but in reality, it was not some kind of protective shell. It was more like an abstract consciousness—willpower.
Even after beginning Mental Evolution, a Player might still be unable to figure out exactly what the Mental Defense Line was. Compared to the mental power they could control, it was even harder to understand that ordinary people, who could not sense mental power at all, also possessed powerful Mental Defense Lines.
But in this dream, Xu Huo's Mental Defense Line had materialized as countless versions of himself. His Mental Defense Line was composed of every past version of himself, every second of his existence. The combined accumulation of each version's experiences and understanding formed his consciousness, as well as the defensive line of his mind.
Before reaching the end of the dream, Xu Huo gradually sank into darkness halfway through and entered true sleep.
He slept for two full days. When he opened his eyes, the severe bloodshot veins had completely faded. His pupils, refocusing through a rapid yet fleeting change, quickly settled into stillness. The momentary withdrawal of emotion made his gaze seem especially cold, but it soon became calm again.
The painted woman's head emerged from the side, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on him.
Xu Huo pushed her face away. "Didn't I tell you not to come in?"
"I didn't want to come in either." The painted woman operated the Communicator. "Your father told me to come check on you. He was afraid you'd sleep forever."
Xu Huo had slept very well. He got out of bed and headed for the Restroom. "Tell them I'm awake."
The painted woman nodded. "Ms. Yu bought lots of food today. We can have something delicious!"