A Mistaken Dream Realm.
Chen Mu tensed his spirit, waiting for a while, but the attack never reappeared.
"Did that strange little man with wings really leave?" He felt slightly relieved in his heart.
But recalling what the other had said, his whole body tensed again involuntarily.
"According to that strange little man, this is a Mistaken Dream Realm. If you can't escape for a long time, you'll be assimilated by the realm."
"Judging by the smug smile on that little man's face with wings, the fate after assimilation must be terrible."
Chen Mu took a deep breath to suppress the anxiety in his heart and looked up at the sky.
There, a round full moon hung high.
Then he looked down at the sea, the sound of the waves continuously reaching his ears.
Except for the ten thousand Ghosts and Daoist Soldiers who disappeared, the surrounding environment was exactly the same as before, without the slightest change.
"Is this really in the dream of some existence?"
