Li Ling carefully savored this human incense, feeling that it smelled somewhat like Sea Ji.
Could Sea Ji be trying to slip into my dreamscape?
But he soon rejected that guess.
Compared with Sea Ji's scent, this one possessed an additional, indescribable fragrant resonance.
It was the breath of the sea.
After this fragrance appeared, a faint song drifted toward him, distant and hazy, like music from heaven.
Li Ling could not make out what it was singing, but his soul grew sluggish against his will, and weariness crept over him.
A dreamscape emerged beyond his control. In the blink of an eye, he had appeared in the dream world he had created.
I've actually been forced into a dream!
Li Ling was deeply shocked. He knew that his soul possessed the essential nature of the Day Wandering Realm. Though its strength fell short, its rank alone placed it above the vast majority of cultivators.
Could the owner of this singing voice also be a Nascent Soul Cultivator?
Fortunately, he remained lucid. This was a lucid dream, so he would not be easily manipulated.
Li Ling sneered inwardly and waited for the singer to appear.
Sure enough, a graceful figure soon materialized, reclining against an enormous bed fashioned from a giant clamshell, like a mermaid upon a moonlit reef.
She wore long strings of pearls adorned with white shells that covered her intimate parts. Her exposed, snow-white skin was both pure and lustrous.
Her face bore an eighty-percent resemblance to Sea Ji's, but her bearing was more mature and regal. Beneath the hazy light, her body, human above and fish-tailed below, shone with a gemstone's brilliance, like a goddess of the sea.
Li Ling could not help recalling certain legends of the ocean.
In Deepwater Guestland stood divine halls built