Wenlong had spent several days in the Dreamscape Region. Aside from tending to the remains of those who had perished, he had reaped quite a harvest. Their belongings alone amounted to a considerable fortune.
He had also gathered plenty of precious medicinal herbs. Yet what surprised him most was not how much he had gained.
It was the feeling that he kept circling the same area, unable to find a way out.
Could this be a maze formation? His Divine Sense, too, remained confined to places he had already passed through, unable to probe farther away.
This was serious. Dangers lurked everywhere nearby, and a single careless move could doom him beyond redemption.
Wenlong leaned against a large rock and sat in meditation, silently reciting the Quieting Mind Formula to keep his thoughts from descending into turmoil.
He had to keep himself in a sound mental state to face the unknown dangers. Otherwise, he really would remain here forever.
At the same time, he racked his brains for a way out of this crisis. He should not have fallen into an illusory dream; he had even shut off all six senses.
Yet his situation remained unchanged. That could only mean one thing: he had entered someone else's formation.
If he could not break this formation, the consequences would be dire. Certain death awaited him.
No wonder no one who entered this place met a good end. So this was why.
Those who did not enter the formation would fall into illusory dreams, driven mad if they did not die. As for those who entered it, the sheer number of adventurers' remains spoke for itself.
Being unable to leave the formation was not necessarily fatal; he could still survive. The terrifying part was that every step here set his heart pounding.