Lynn's pupils trembled violently in an instant.
The impact those words had on him was no less than that of seeing him in that dream back then.
Within...
Creating the power I wield within a dream...
Yes.
Why not?
If you are the god of your own dream, if that dream is an extension of your will, why couldn't you give your power tangible form with a single thought?
The figure paced, gradually disappearing into the shadows.
"If you can accomplish that, you will have crossed the first threshold."
His voice faded away.
Only Lynn remained, lost in thought for a long time.
Use a dream to create the power I wield.
Because a dream is an extension of will...
Then let that dream-shine into reality!
No.
He understood.
Perhaps this was the simplest, most accessible explanation he could offer him, but it certainly could not be the whole of it.
At that moment, Lynn once again felt how terrifying he was. What a frightening theory this was. It meant that as long as your will endured, your power would be inexhaustible. In a sense, you would no longer even need to possess any power yourself, because your will was power.
And if he had already grasped such a terrifying theory during the Old World era and put it into practice...
Then he would unquestionably have stood at the very pinnacle of the Old World.
The idea that the Great Lord could defeat him would have been nothing but a fantasy.
Lynn took a deep breath.
But he soon came back to his senses.
During the Old World era, he had probably only grasped the theory without being able to put it into practice, because the most important prerequisite for creating this dream was using firstborn power as its medium.