Blind Idiot's Dream.
At the very center of the Dream Divine Kingdom lay a void that time, space, and matter could not reach, composed of boundless mist, darkness that devoured everything, and formless chaos.
The chief gods of wisdom, truth, and knowledge.
They were all major figures in the Wisdom Pantheon, only one step away from true omniscience.
Yet now they howled incessantly like lunatics, their cries incoherent and nauseating.
Such was the Dream Pantheon. Knowledge contamination was inherent to it: the more one understood its members, the worse the contamination became. Meanwhile, members of the Wisdom Pantheon grew stronger the more knowledge they understood.
Dream against wisdom was simply a father beating his son.
Among these poor wretches who had tried to understand Azathoth, chief god of dreams, only to be captured here and stripped of their sanity, was a man holding a feather fan, wearing a silk headcloth and a crane cloak.
Zhuge Liang.
Over 92.64 million simulations, he had discovered that without understanding the Dream Pantheon, he had no chance of victory.
Knowing Heaven was easy. Defying heaven was hard.
To obtain intelligence on the Dream Pantheon and raise his odds above zero, Zhuge Liang had decided to risk death for a chance at life.
"Bound by the kindness of those three visits, I shall repay it with my life."
"Devoted Service!"
The Multiversal Rank Blessing, Devoted Service, allowed him to view changes across the multiverse over the next seven days.
Not only had Zhuge Liang stolen intelligence on the ten seats, but because his true body's power fell short of destroying a nation, he had also concealed his ingenuity behind apparent ineptitude, successfully passed himself off as candy, and been casually tossed to the edge of the Dream Realm.
This was the most weakly guarded part