Hearing Fire King Patriarch's words, the people around him were stunned, all revealing looks of disbelief.
An avatar refined from the body of an extraterrestrial creature—this?
Dole looked at Fire King Patriarch and said expressionlessly, "The key issue right now isn't my avatar. It's that all ten dream rules are growing at an extremely rapid pace. I suspect Nightmare Patriarch is close to succeeding. I can sense the source of the dream rules; it's not far ahead. If we don't stop it now, I'm afraid it'll be too late."
Everyone was stirred, and Vasili was even more shocked. "You can see the source of the rules?"
Dole shook his head. "Not see—sense. I can sense the dream rules constantly growing, and all along the way, the dream rules here have been abnormally powerful. It should be not far ahead. If we go now, there's still time."
Dole was not talking nonsense. Along the way, the dream laws had indeed become clearer and clearer. The farther northwest they went, the clearer they became. He did not dare say for certain what lay ahead, but broadly speaking, he could not be wrong.
That was why, the moment Vasili summoned him, he had come directly here.
Everyone here was above Level Eight, putting considerable pressure on him. Each of them had chains of rules around them, thick and distinct. Every one of them had attained profound mastery in the rules they specialized in.
These were all Level Eight powerhouses, experts with at least one rule raised beyond the ninth layer.
Dole's avatar did not need to breathe, but his chest still rose and fell slightly. He swept his gaze around, feeling a faint heaviness in his heart.
Shallow Moon Patriarch looked at Dole in confusion. "You have insight into related rules as well?"