Gurgle, gurgle—
The surroundings were filled with viscous green liquid.
Though it did not affect breathing, it made movement sluggish.
And being wrapped in so much unknown liquid created an intensely suffocating sense of oppression.
It was a mental suffocation, not a physical one.
This place.
Was Mewtwo's dream.
A subconscious space where consciousness and reality intertwined.
With Darkrai's and Alakazam's abilities, Xia Yan had entered Mewtwo's dream.
He frowned as he surveyed his surroundings.
Searching for Mewtwo.
But this place was filled everywhere with viscous green liquid. Other than the occasional rising bubble, nothing could be seen.
And as far as the eye could see, it seemed boundless, with no end in sight.
"What kind of dream is this?"
Xia Yan had considered it and made guesses.
Since Mewtwo had only recently been born and lacked understanding of many things, its dream might have been an empty, vacant one.
Or perhaps it had gathered too much incomprehensible information in too short a time, making its dream violent and chaotic.
Yet he had never expected it to look like this.
Other than water, there was only water.
And it was not ordinary water.
Xia Yan suddenly froze.
He lowered his head and looked at his palm.
He could see his clearly defined fingers. As he gently brushed them through the liquid, the viscous green fluid flowed through his fingers, sending out faint ripples.
His pupils gradually widened.
"This is a cultivation tank?!"
Xia Yan's expression was slightly stunned.
He finally knew what this green liquid was.
It was the kind of cultivation tank used for special experiments. The reason it was so viscous was because it contained a large amount of nutrients and was rich in minerals.
So.
"What Mewtwo is dreaming about is its time inside the cultivation tank?"