"Huh?"
"What's with this person?"
"No idea. He just suddenly lay down here."
This was a long street, with buildings lining both sides, all veiled in Clear Light. They were impossible to make out clearly, and didn't look like places one could enter.
There were few people on the street, and most of them went about their own business.
Only in the middle of the street had three or four people gathered.
Men and women alike, they were standing around someone who had fallen over.
One of them seemed to find it boring and walked away without a word.
The other three kept chatting.
Since people's height, build, and looks in the Great Void Illusion Realm weren't particularly reliable, they decided to call one another A, B, and C.
A asked curiously, "This is the first time I've ever come across someone fainting in Primordial Space."
B mused, "I don't think he fainted."
C leaned over and asked, "Brother, what do you mean?"
B smiled with confidence. "Someone who'd fainted shouldn't be talking in their sleep."
A scratched his head. "I didn't hear him talking in his sleep."
B said calmly, "His voice is faint, fine as a thread, drifting somewhere in the air. If you pay close attention, you can hear it. This person has studied the Dao of Sound deeply. Even asleep, he can wield it with such precision."
C listened in silence for a while. "He really is talking in his sleep. Something about owing and paying back... What does it mean?"
"Sleep talk doesn't have to make sense," A said with a sigh. "This guy really is a talent, coming all the way to Primordial Space just to sleep. And he's sleeping right in the middle of the street!"
C laughed. "The sky for a quilt,