In the gray-white mist, a vast, twisted beast roared, threatening the tiny figure before it with death.
Its answer was a flash of blade light so bright it seemed capable of illuminating the entire Ancient City.
The blade light flashed. The beast collapsed and dissolved into the mist.
Pan Long shook his head and sighed.
"Too weak! This dream world is nothing like I imagined!"
He had expected the dream world to work like the game: even a top-level powerhouse from the outside would enter as an ordinary person, forced to fight with weapons and simple spells. Even a few common monsters would demand constant vigilance.
But reality was nothing like he had imagined.
Once inside the dream world, he had indeed lost the body he had forged through the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art and tempered with the Heavenly Stellar Force and Earthly Baleful Force—a body nearly impervious to blades and spears. But that did not mean he had become a weak ordinary man.
He was still strong.
It took Pan Long very little time to grasp the truth of the dream world. Put simply, it drew people's souls inside. It was an enormous dream.
For ordinary people, a soul separated from its body was naturally frail and powerless. Faced with Demons formed from resentment and curses, they had to keep their hearts in their throats and remain a hundred and twenty percent alert, not daring to relax for an instant.
But was he an ordinary person? Of course not!
He was a True Person who had Returned to the Natural State, a powerhouse whose body and mind had undergone more than one transformation and long since transcended the mundane.
At his level, the power of his soul alone was enough to crush most so-called martial arts masters. In fact, the