The moonlight was dim, like silver-gray dust scattered across every corner of the Skycloud Circuit.
As it fell, the entire Skycloud Circuit seemed coated in a layer of silver frost.
The people of the Skycloud Circuit had long since fallen asleep.
A deep hush enveloped the entire Skycloud Circuit.
Qin An lay in bed, his right hand resting at his waist where he could draw his blade most easily, and drifted off to sleep.
His energy was slowly recovering.
Qin An had thought the night would pass quickly in sleep, but it proved far from peaceful.
A soft sound arose beside his ear, like a sigh from distant space and time, sending a ripple through his calm mind.
It was as though a pebble had fallen into still water.
The moment it struck, that pebble stirred the tranquil lake into turmoil.
Then Qin An found himself falling into a carefully woven dream. It felt utterly real, yet he could not escape.
Darkness surrounded him. Deep within it, phantom images seemed to flicker with light.
Qin An snapped to attention, his right hand at his waist and his eyes narrowing.
"That strange dream again."
"The dream still has something to do with Myriad Poison Cloud Peak. It seems Myriad Poison Cloud Peak really has no intention of letting me go."
With that thought, Qin An remained on guard.
He found that his Golden Finger and all his abilities had been perfectly projected into the dream.
Though he was inside a dream, he had arrived with the full strength of someone at Initial Proficiency in the Essence Transformation Realm.
As he thought this, the phantom images in the darkness froze, as if someone had pressed pause.
The instant they stopped, lantern-like flames lit up above them.
The flames glowed with an eerie