Zhang Ming's eyes flew open, his head drenched in sweat, and an "Ah!" escaped his throat. His mind churned as though an awl had viciously bored into it.
Then he bit the tip of his tongue again, only to discover that the sun outside his window hung in the west, casting an orange-red glow. The familiar surroundings brought him a subtle sense of security.
A group of companions had gathered in the bedroom, watching him curiously.
Like a dying fish, he opened his mouth and struggled to stretch his hand forward, feeling that trace of heat from the real world.
Zhang Ming gulped down air, cold sweat soaking his clothes. He could barely tell whether the brief scene he had just experienced had been a hallucination.
"Was that a dream? Or was I really attacked?!"
"What happened to you? You hit the floor with a thud! Scared us half to death. Little White was the one who carried you into the bedroom," Stone Mama snapped irritably. "How can a young man be so useless?"
Finding nothing entertaining to watch, Stone Mama rolled away, wailing all the way. "Why won't the gourd accept my wishes anymore? Why?"
Little Gourd: [...]
Zhang Ming checked his attribute panel. None of his attributes had decreased.
Even the "Source" he had just consumed by using tenfold Soul Burning had now returned.
"It really was just a dream? A dream close to reality..."
As Zhang Ming recalled what he had just experienced, his pupils remained dilated, and he felt a deep, lingering fear. He felt there was more to this than met the eye. That long fishing line seemed to extend into endless space and time. That was power on an entirely different level.
But he seemed to have forcibly escaped through "Soul Split"?
"What the