"Am I still inside an illusion? Or is this a dream?"
Ever since the Shadow Division assassin's attack, Fang Qianyuan had done some studying and learned more about Dream Dao divine abilities. But his understanding remained that of an outsider; he had no profound grasp of their exquisite mysteries.
He carefully felt the strange, awkward sensations around him and the currents stirring through the air, listened to his own voice, and watched his figure move, savoring the differences from reality.
This dreamscape was like a thick gauze curtain draped over reality, at once illusory and real, hazy and indistinct.
"Spirit Summoning Art, summon Dream Tapir!"
A cold female voice abruptly rang out within the dreamscape. Wisps of smoke rose, rapidly twisting and transforming until they manifested as an enormous monster resembling both a pig and an elephant.
Dream Tapir!
The very Dream Tapir he had encountered during the previous attack!
Within the dreamscape, Dream Tapir seemed to have finally revealed the strength of a powerful demon beast. No longer a mere three feet in size, it had grown to nearly a hundred feet, a colossal creature like a tower ship.
Its immense bulk carried a terror that weighed upon the heart, deep as an abyss and dreadful as a prison, relentlessly pressing toward him.
Fang Qianyuan was startled, but quickly composed himself and carefully sensed the circulation of essence within his body.
Through the connection with his innate spirit, Fang Qianyuan sensed Little White sleeping nearby. She was an Earth Rank species, born with a powerful true spirit. Within a dreamscape like this, she could likewise manifest an enormous body, no smaller than Dream Tapir before him.
However, Little White was a Frost Sky Wolf, not a creature suited to fighting this sort of monster. Fang Qianyuan swiftly shifted his