Wu Heng turned around and casually glanced about.
The atmosphere of this dream was, to him, practically a force that touched upon the essence itself. Back when he had been at the farm, he had suddenly felt a stirring from within a dream—a stirring born of old memories.
And so, along with that thought, he had entered this dream.
He had not expected it to be Ash.
The instant Wu Heng entered, authority over Ash's entire dream had completely changed hands. Nightmare Power instantly took control of everything here.
The entire dream had fallen under Wu Heng's control, and a Dream Cage had extended around its outer edge.
The invisible Lizard Demon lurking in the shadows had long since been left with nowhere to run; it simply had not realized it yet.
"Isn't this your dream? Didn't you want to develop your own power? Why don't you try it yourself first?"
"I did try. Aren't you the power I summoned?"
"Summoned?" Wu Heng asked with a half-smile. "Are you really sure you summoned me?"
"What do you mean?" Ash felt as though his brain could barely keep up.
In his view, he had merely recreated the medieval events from his memories, along with Gerard, who had been with him at the time.
The Wu Heng before him was nothing more than a virtual character from his memories.
"Oh, damn it. You're still like this even in a dream." Ash thought for a long while but truly could not come up with a good adjective. In the end, he spat out a single word: "Creepy!"
"Why do I feel like you're actually real?"
"Why can't I be real?" Wu Heng countered.
"What year is it?"
Seeing Wu Heng's vivid expression, Ash's heart gave a violent thump. He asked in disbelief.
"Of