Those words were a bombshell.
Of the dozen or so invited guests present, seven or eight immediately voiced their desire to extend or customize their dream illusions.
"I want it, I want it!"
"I want to become the king of Feng Shui. Extend my dream, extend my dream."
"I was so close to becoming an immortal. It felt so good, unlike anything I'd ever experienced."
"Extend it for me, extend it for me..."
Many of the invited guests spoke up. Within the dream illusions, they had witnessed all sorts of emotions and things.
They had also obtained the deepest desires and satisfaction in their hearts through those dream illusions.
Such desires were incredibly difficult to suppress, especially after they had already experienced those strange dream illusions.
It was not just them. Even Uncle Yu, Pan Ling, and even a Quanzhen Daoist like Daoist Qingshan showed hesitation.
Master stood where he was, looked at his empty hands, and gave an awkward smile.
Zhang Yuchen looked utterly bewildered.
"Ou Doudou, I was this close to sitting on the throne as king of the Daoist sect."
Eldest Senior Brother touched his bandaged face.
"I thought my face... Sigh..."
At that moment, tears welled in Uncle Yu's eyes.
"It was fake! I really wish it had been real. It would've been better if I never woke up..."
It was clear that every one of them carried disappointment, heartache, and an unwillingness to part with the dream illusions.
Yet among our group, Mao Jing was the one who surprised me most.
The usually composed and calm Mao Jing was emotionally shattered at this moment.
Not only was he crying in pain, he even kept nodding at one of the dream illusion attendants, his voice choked with sobs.
"Senior Sister, Senior Sister...
I want to extend