After returning from the false parallel spacetime, Wu Pifu slept on Gaia for three days and three nights.
Without Scattered Heavenly Dao paying the price for him, even sustaining the Unity of Heaven and Humanity state for a single instant had nearly drained his mortal flesh and blood dry.
That truly was not power his current level could bear.
But he had also used that instant of perception to confirm that his previous guess had been correct.
The so-called universe of duality between reality and illusion was not merely a descriptive term, nor was it a collective name for the transcendent, bizarre, and Absolute True universes. It was a description of their actual essence.
Descending from the Absolute True Layer, the deeper the Dream World, the more illusory its essence became. Just as he had seen, they appeared in crude colors, with the traces of simple sketches, or even as nothing more than a black dot.
Their essence was nothing but unreal phantom illusions—or, rather, something like a dream.
Although Wu Pifu did not know how the essence of illusion had evolved into an outwardly manifested world, and knew nothing of the process or its deepest core, he finally understood what the essences of illusion and reality were. He also roughly understood why shares of reality (points) could turn illusion into reality.
It was simply a matter of filling those phantoms and illusions with reality, like pouring cement and steel reinforcement into a paper model that had only an outer shell, making it full and real.
What was used was still shares of reality from the Absolute True Layer!
"...So that's how it is."
After listening to Wu Pifu's description, Chu Minghao thought it over and understood the sense of illusion Wu Pifu had described. Then he frowned. "Put that