"Mm..."
Meng Xi's consciousness could not stop letting out soft moans. Her entire being felt as though she were caught in a raging storm, at the mercy of some vast consciousness.
Neither powerful cultivation nor her prized talent meant anything before absolute strength.
Just as Meng Xi was about to despair, believing her consciousness would be completely swallowed, countless concepts related to dreams poured into her mind.
Drawn in by these insights, the defenses in Meng Xi's heart gradually loosened, and the dam around her mind began to be breached.
To hear the Dao in the morning and die in the evening would be enough!
Within pure consciousness, even the ice of all defenses would melt completely before the yearning in one's heart.
Instinctively, Meng Xi lowered her mental guard and began accepting and digesting those insights.
Their consciousnesses instantly became even more closely entwined. With their minds merging, it could, in a sense, be considered Divine Union.
Wave after wave of intoxicating moans sounded out, carrying an implication of great freedom, great ease, and great transcendence.
At the same time, Lu Yunhe completely viewed Meng Xi's memories.
The highest form of Divine Union required both parties to completely open their minds, utterly shatter their mental barriers, and achieve total yin-yang fusion.
Unfortunately, that was entirely impossible for cultivators. Even before the person closest to them, they could not fully open their hearts.
Thus, the most perfect Divine Union could only become a tool for exchanging cultivation insights.
"Dream God!"
From Meng Xi's memories, Lu Yunhe finally understood her identity. She was the Dream God from the God Realm.
Lu Yunhe had guessed as much. When she entered the virtual dreamscape he had created, he had vaguely sensed divinity upon her.
But he had thought she was some Demigod. He