After enduring the unimaginably perilous nightmare trials of song, breath, outline, shadow, limbs, and more, Ye Chen did not face the final round of harsh, cruel mental devastation he had expected!
On the contrary, his conscious thoughts directly underwent an ascent, as though emerging from a cocoon and transforming!
Moreover, this feeling of ascent held no pain at all—it could even be called utterly refreshing!
This was different from every Nightmare ritual he had experienced before!
(What... happened?)
Ye Chen was profoundly shaken by this wondrous turn of events. Only after a very long time did his thoughts, floating at the summit of the dream, slowly recover from their stunned blankness.
(I have indeed encountered a brand-new nightmare.)
(Although all of this was derived from my imagination, I can be certain that it shares the same nature as the dreams I experienced in the past. It is a genuine nightmare.)
(I successfully constructed the sixth round of dreams for myself!)
(But what is going on now?)
(Why haven't I suffered even greater mental torment like before?)
(Why have I instead become this strange form?)
(What meaning does this possess?)
(And what should I do next?)
One baffling question after another flooded Ye Chen's mind.
He wanted to move, to further explore the mystery behind this dream. But Ye Chen currently had no physical body to move, so he could only remain frozen at the very top of the world, looking down upon everything below.
For a time, Ye Chen had no idea what meaning this round of dreams held, nor did he know what he should do next.
However, before long, the world of blood and mist changed once more.
Ye Chen immediately pulled himself together, eagerly longing to see the dream continue to unfold.
Splash, splash.
Dense mist began