Call Me Little Dream!

"Three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts?"

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was so shocked that even its soul fluctuations became chaotic. How could they be inside this human brat's Sea of Consciousness? And they looked... so obedient? Even a little... cowardly?

The Soul Spirit phantoms of Aromatic Silk Beauty and the other two simultaneously "glanced" at the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm. Their expressions were complicated, holding surprise and sympathy, but even more of a silent "so you got captured too," along with a warning: "Shh, don't talk. Keep quiet."

Before the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm could figure out what was happening, its senses instinctively stretched deeper into the Sea of Consciousness, toward the two "light clusters" it had sensed the moment it entered but had not dared look at directly, like pillars holding up the sea.

On the left was emerald green, gentle and vast—the origin of life.

On the right was dark crimson, cold and deathly—the end of all things.

Beside those two supreme halos of Divine Sense, a blurry dark-red humanoid silhouette with its arms folded seemed to "glance" at the newly arrived, golden, plump uninvited guest.

Then, a detached and calm voice, yet one that seemed to contain a majesty capable of freezing even a million-year soul, rang directly within its spiritual core:

"You're here."

"Find somewhere and sit."

"Be quiet."

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm: "...!!!"

Its golden phantom instantly stiffened, its glow dimming several shades from fright.

It felt that its million years of cultivation and its prideful spiritual power were as insignificant as dust before those two auras!

Especially the gaze of that dark-red figure—it reminded it of the terrifying experience of being swung around like a punching bag by that black-haired youth just now, only even more frightening!

T-There were actually Divine Senses from two gods in here?! And judging from the rank of those auras, they were probably no ordinary gods!

This kid named Zichuan... no, this lord—just what was his background?! His Sea of Consciousness held a group of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts as tenants, with the lingering thoughts of two great gods overseeing them?!

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm instantly understood why Aromatic Silk Beauty and the others were so "obedient."

The little thought it had just developed of "guiding the host" and "setting an example as a teacher" was instantly crushed to pieces.

Very sensibly, it silently imitated Aromatic Silk Beauty and the others, obediently drifting into a corner far from the two clusters of Divine Sense. Its golden body curled up as it tried its best to disguise itself as a harmless glowing decoration.

Only one thought remained in its heart: Mom, I think... I boarded a pirate ship?

No, a godship? One of those terrifying godships with a captain in a bad mood who might throw the passengers overboard to feed the fish at any moment?

Within the Sea of Consciousness, that strange space shrouded in gray-green dual-colored divine mist, the atmosphere became even more... subtle with the arrival of a new "resident."

The golden phantom of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm cautiously, almost sneakily, huddled in a corner far from the two clusters of Divine Sense, trying to suppress its enormous spiritual fluctuations until they were nearly nonexistent.

Its huge mung-bean eyes were now wide open, filled with reverence, bewilderment, and a trace of dazed confusion that seemed to ask, "Who am I? Where am I? What kind of pirate ship did I board?"

"From now on... everyone can just call me Little Dream."

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was highly sensible and knew how to read the room. It sent out a friendly message through spiritual intent, its golden body shrinking even further inward as it tried to reduce its presence.

The phantom of Aromatic Silk Beauty swayed slightly, sending a complicated thought:

"Tian Meng, since you are here, settle in. This place... is extraordinary. Watch your words and actions. Do not disturb those two." Its tone carried the advice of someone who had been through it, along with a hint of shared misery.

Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot each sent over a simple thought in greeting before returning to their "playing dead" state.

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was completely obedient now. It was not stupid and instantly understood its situation.

Guide the host to godhood? Set an example as a teacher? Lead the host to the peak? Forget it!

Just look at the lineup in this Sea of Consciousness. The host himself was a cheat protected by great gods! Did he still need a million-year bug like it to guide him?

What it needed to do now was lie low, avoid causing trouble, observe in silence, and perhaps... mooch off a little of their radiance?

This was steady! Although it had boarded a pirate ship this time, it looked like an invincible supercarrier! It just had to lie down and enjoy the ride!

Outside, Zichuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air flecked with pale golden light. His eyes opened and closed, gleaming sharply.

He could clearly feel that his spiritual power had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.

If his spiritual power had once been a lake, then now, it was a vast ocean!

His range of perception had increased enormously. His control over Soul Power, his insight into his surroundings, and even his grasp of the smallest details within himself had all reached an entirely new realm.

Countless profound methods for using spiritual power had appeared in his mind. Though most still required time to digest, his foundation had already become incomparably solid.

Not only that, his Soul Power Level once again soared under the infusion of the million years of cultivation's "Dao Resonance" from the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm!

Level 60... Level 61... Level 62...

In the end, it stabilized firmly at Level 66!

One had to know that Zichuan possessed two hearts, and both the quantity and purity of his Soul Power far surpassed those of others at the same rank.

For him to rise six whole levels in one go from Level 60, the power accumulated by the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm over a million years was terrifying, even if it was only the core "Dao Resonance" left after its ice attribute and part of its spiritual power had been stripped away! Its effects far exceeded those of an ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's sacrifice.

"As expected of a Million-Year Soul Beast. Even after Di Tian and the others used it as a charging bank for thousands of years, its foundation is still no small matter."

Zichuan felt the surging Soul Power within his body and was satisfied.

His sixth Soul Ring, a radiant golden million-year Soul Ring, floated quietly beneath his feet. It complemented the other five Soul Rings, radiating a suffocating pressure.

Just then, the God of Destruction's voice rang out in the Sea of Consciousness again. This time, it held less of his usual teasing arrogance and more rare solemnity, along with... a nearly imperceptible weakness?

"Kid, this Big Bug has cultivated for a million years. The level of its power has already begun to touch the edge of the rules, making it fundamentally different from ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts."

The God of Destruction spoke slowly.

"In theory, its source power, which has touched the level of the rules, could... forge a new Martial Soul for you. A top-tier Martial Soul of pure spiritual attribute, possibly even one bearing the Extreme Ice attribute."

"A new Martial Soul?" Zichuan's heart stirred. A third Martial Soul? The temptation was immense.

"However," the God of Destruction changed the subject, his tone carrying a trace of complexity.

"That power of its, which touches the rules, can also... be absorbed by me to repair some of my Divine Sense that is about to dissipate. You know that I am now merely a lingering thought without roots. As time passes, my power is slowly fading. If I can absorb some of this Big Bug's rule-level power, perhaps my Divine Sense can become more stable and even... recover a trace more strength."

He did not continue, but the meaning was obvious. The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's power had two possible uses: one was to forge for Zichuan a third Martial Soul with limitless potential; the other was to help the God of Destruction repair his lingering thought and prolong his existence.

This was a choice. On one side was a tangible third Martial Soul that would greatly increase his future combat strength. On the other was whether Old Zi—the greatest backer who had been both teacher and father figure, feeding him every step of the way—could continue to exist.

The God of Destruction handed the choice to Zichuan. He neither urged him nor hinted at anything, merely stated the facts calmly.

Yet Zichuan could sense that beneath that calmness lay a faint desire to "exist," as well as... restraint, unwilling to affect Zichuan's future because of himself.