Night fell.
Zhang Ping and the Rescue Team spent the night at the City Lord's Manor.
They had spent more than ten hours that day putting Mingzhu City in order and meeting representatives of its various factions. They had been busy until eight in the evening before they finally had time for dinner.
After dinner, everyone was exhausted and went to their rooms to rest.
Zhang Ping was not tired, but there was still much he needed to learn about Dream City, so he went to sleep early too.
Now he was wandering through Dream City at night, steadily pouring Mental Strength into it and making it more real, more solid.
He could do as he pleased in Dream City. Distance no longer limited him: if he wanted, he could appear anywhere, even manifest technological products from his previous life.
Unfortunately, what was illusory remained illusory.
Those devices only worked because he controlled them himself. They merely looked convincing.
Zhang Ping played with a phone for a while, but soon lost interest and began trying to invade other people's dreams.
Dream City was, at its core, his dream. But this dream now possessed supernatural properties and many incredible abilities.
The Moon King could draw everyone into a Dream World almost indistinguishable from reality.
In theory, Zhang Ping should also be able to use his own dream to invade other people's dreams.
First, he had to connect to their dreams.
In the real world, he extended his Mental Strength toward Zhang Shouzhong's room in the form of a thread. Then, in the Dream World, he followed that connection and began building a bridge.
Gradually, a suspension bridge appeared in the black space beyond Dream City. At its far end lay a blurry mosaic.
"It actually worked!"
Zhang Ping's eyes widened in