Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1778: Outsider

Dreams are the theme park of self.

Just like he doesn't reject sleeping, Fu Qian has never rejected this kind of special thinking activity, no matter whether the content is good or not.

It’s a pity that this clear dream is too clear.

Fu Qian looked around at the scene which had not changed at all and shook his head.

Theoretically, I do have a very convenient self-hypnosis technique, but the content of my dreams is always too realistic.

If no special treatment is done, it is always a direct mapping of the surrounding area.

It doesn’t mean that magical or abnormal creations cannot appear. As long as you want, you can have as many as you want.

But that’s the problem, you need to “think” for yourself.

Everything exists according to your own will, and you are the true master.

Exploring the spiritual world in this situation is a bit boring, just like making your own game and exploring it yourself.

It's not just this that's realistic, the mental state is the same.

The loss of control and laziness in dreaming do not exist in oneself, even if one has adjusted the distribution of will to the greatest extent to make the degree of dreaming reach the highest possible level.

Unfortunately, reason always follows me and never leaves me for a moment, which is fundamentally different from the attitude of previous victims.

Having said that, although my proficiency has been improved quite a lot, this is still a rare dream that I created for myself.

With emotion, Fu Qian finally stood up and walked towards the amber wall in front of him step by step.

The next moment, accompanied by a barely perceptible ripple, the wall melted like gel, forming a small arch right in front.

Fu Qian didn't stop and walked out directly.

……

Lucid dreams have boundaries, and this was tested very early on.

If you walk all the way to the edge in a dream, you will see chaos shrouded in fog.

Although Fu Qian doesn't think it necessarily applies to him.

As the master and core of dreams, it is not too strange that dreams extend to wherever you go.

As for the extension method, you can also refer to the realism theory mentioned above, that is, if you don’t deliberately control it, what will be restored will be the real scene.

So now the question is, what will happen if you walk out from the top of the tower?

The scope of the dream just now was very clear, limited to the interior of the tower.

In this case, you can easily reach the border by just taking a few steps.

What happens if you go through the wall and continue to go out? Without any deliberate control.

Will the border expand? That seems likely.

And then you just step on empty air and fall down?
If we consider it from a realistic perspective, it seems to be the case, but unfortunately...

Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at the amber suspended ladder under his feet that he had never seen before.

It's like the top of the tower melted into syrup and flowed all the way down to form.

Has it really come to this extent?

The hanging ladder is thin and transparent, and the visual effect is excellent when looking down from it.

It's a pity that Fu Qian didn't have any interest in appreciating it, and he sighed in his heart as he read on.

This scene seemed to come out of nothing, and it reflected the magic of dreams to a certain extent, but in his eyes, it was a more boring development than falling headfirst.

The former at least somewhat conforms to "reality", while the latter can be said to be the ultimate embodiment of self-centeredness.

Wherever it passes, it creates a path.

I am truly the master above all of this. I don't even need my own will, I am automatically followed and surrounded.

But this would also mean that the possibility of exploring the unknown through this form is infinitely compressed.

Further away, flying into the sky or drilling into the ground would not be worth trying.

This is just a pure toy, and all you will get is the stories you make up for yourself.

It is an interesting irony that the master of dreams does not actually dream.

Snapped!
Fu Qian snapped his fingers and ended the first test directly.

The moment he returned to the top of the tower, he took off his messenger mask.

……

"I wonder if the new ID card will be effective..."

Returning to the warehouse, Fu Qian picked up the bread-shaped umbilical cord on the table again, muttering to himself.

The holder of this item is a superior person in ancient times. Will this identity change one's situation in the dream?
With the improved second plan, he put on the mask again and returned.

It doesn't seem good.

Holding the umbilical cord in one hand and opening a clear dream in the other, Fu Qian returned to the top of the laboratory. He frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him which seemed to have not changed at all.

It's not that there are no changes. In fact, the moment I fell asleep, a familiar sound rang in my consciousness - a baby crying, just like when I was in Akons.

Even as it rapidly grew louder, the sense of evil contained in it was no less than before, so much so that one could almost feel that the walls before one's eyes were forming a pearl.

Although it doesn't cause too much pressure on me, if I invite a guest in under such circumstances, the situation will be difficult to predict.

What's more, the crying sound was not the only abnormality. As the master of dreams, Fu Qian could clearly feel the same feeling of a gathering of demons as Akons did at that time.

If you dig the floor for a while, it wouldn't be surprising if you could pull out a peerless sword or something like that.

Including in the fog outside the edge of the dream, there seemed to be a deformed force brewing, and it was no longer empty.

This is a two-way rush, and crying, like oneself, is an essential part of the dream.

Of course, you are still the one in control, and if you want, you can really stop the crying through your mind.

But it doesn’t make it “non-existent”.

Even the act itself defines Them.

Suddenly I could understand how that opponent in Akonsiri, whom I had never met before, felt when he was saving that place.

As they sympathized with each other, Fu Qian was already shaking his head and looking at his feet.

On the one hand, he didn't really target the crying sound, but on the other hand, he didn't waste time either. He just repeated the same trick and passed through the wall again.

Facts have proved that the superiors in ancient times still did not fall from the building, and even the style of the hanging ladders under their feet was similar.

Although it looks a little scary.

The epidermis is pink and white with mucus, and the underlying layer is dark red with congestion. It feels like walking on a living thing when you walk on it.

Unfortunately, this does not change its essence at all.

If the original dream was just a self-written and self-directed toy, then now it is just adding a little curiosity element to it.

And these elements are the same as in Akons, with no possibility of helping to break through the dimension when viewed from the perspective of the master of dreams.

The second plan still failed. The identity of the ancient superior did not bring about any fundamental changes to the dream.

As a stranger in this world, there seems to be an invisible barrier that prevents me from touching the spiritual world.

This barrier...what exactly is it when it comes to the extraordinary level?

What does it have to do with san value?
While thinking silently, he snapped his fingers and entered the mythical form.