Song Shuhang had another dream.
As his cultivation realm rose, he no longer needed sleep under normal circumstances. Even when excessive exhaustion forced him into a state of sleep and meditation, he usually did not dream.
Unless... it was Dream Entry.
So when Song Shuhang realized he was dreaming again, something stirred in his heart.
Was I about to enter another dream?
Then whose dream would I enter this time?
The Heavenly Emperor's unfinished Dream Entry experience?
Su Xian's unfinished life?
Or a dream related to Senior White or Senior White Two, whom I met today?
Any of those would be great. He was sure to gain a lot from it.
Just thinking about it felt a little exciting.
In short... as long as it was not another experience like entering Onion Lady's dream and spending hundreds of years planted on a mountaintop, Song Shuhang feared nothing.
The dream unfolded.
The first thing that appeared before Song Shuhang was a phone screen.
Such a familiar phone model, and those details on its exterior... wait, isn't that my phone?
At that moment, the person whose dream he had entered was holding the new phone and happily playing a game. It was a competitive game... one Onion Lady had downloaded. Song Shuhang himself had barely played it.
Holy shit. This is bad.
It seemed he had drawn the worst possible lot this time: he had entered Onion Lady's life again.
I'm screwed.
What would he experience next? Onion Lady's memories of having her onion tip pinched off?
The dream's plot rolled steadily forward like a bulldozer.
"Onion Lady" was having a blast, pulling off all sorts of flashy moves. Her skills were polished and well-rounded—definitely those of an expert.
*Looks like this Dream Entry is just going to have me watch this