Wanting to Be a Holdout

"Why is this place called Cloud Dream Marsh?"

Zhou Feng had never really considered that question.

The name of every place usually had an origin. It did not simply appear out of nowhere.

The same was true of Cloud Dream Marsh. As the territory of that Dao Lord,

not only was it replenished with an enormous amount of spiritual energy day and night, but a special power also permeated the area.

This special power was known as Dream Power.

At first, Dream Power did not affect people too deeply. But the longer one stayed here, the more one would be corroded by Dream Power.

The result of being corroded by Dream Power was gradually forgetting the techniques one had mastered.

Normally, if a skill went unused for too long, one would gradually grow rusty at it and eventually forget it.

This was extremely common for mortals. Cultivators went through the same process as well, except it took far longer.

Dream Power could accelerate that process.

If one took no precautions, there might even come a day when one forgot how to absorb and exhale spiritual energy.

Starting with cultivation techniques, one would eventually forget even one's own identity and origins.

That was the price of entering Cloud Dream Marsh. If one wished to cultivate in this place, one had to pay that price.

"Gradually forgetting? Something like that actually exists..."

Although Zhou Feng had already been prepared and understood that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world, he still could not help marveling inwardly upon hearing of this price.

Just what realm did one have to reach to possess such mighty power, forcibly interfering with the rules of an entire region?

In other words, in this damned place, aside from dealing with the overly dense