"Wh... what happened here?"
"Why are we outside the tents?"
"Ah... my head hurts!"
As everyone awoke, questions came one after another. They were all utterly bewildered.
They froze for a moment. Once the dizziness eased a little, their faces changed in alarm, and they hurriedly said, "Did we fall under some illusion? This is bad-someone attacked us! Search the area, quickly!"
Fang Qianyuan naturally had no objection. He came out at once and joined everyone in searching the surroundings.
They found nothing.
When Fang Qianyuan controlled the Thunder Civet and used Drawing Thunder into the Soul to shatter the dreamscape and awaken the dreamwalkers, Butterfly had already realized the situation was turning against her and retreated with her people.
Before leaving, she cast a regretful glance at the mountain, then swiftly concealed herself in the darkness of night and fled without a trace.
"It won't end so easily... I'll be back!"
An eerie voice drifted through the deserted wilderness, then was blown away by the night wind.
"Young Master Fang, do you know what happened?" Elder Ling approached and asked after Fang Qianyuan and the others returned from their fruitless search.
"Someone used a dreamscape divine ability to drag us into a dreamscape. We must have fallen under their control technique," Fang Qianyuan said.
"Then it must have been the great art of Dreamwalking. Legend has it that this art can silently control people's bodies while they sleep, while their true consciousness is suppressed by a dream wraith. We all had terrifying nightmares just now," Elder Ling said with a wry smile.
He was widely knowledgeable and could vaguely tell that Fang Qianyuan had used the yang power of Thunder Escape to awaken them.
Ancient lore held that thunder was a power of the purest, strongest yang, specifically able