Next day, at noon.
Within the Ghosts Black Cloud running a hundred miles away overnight.
The Daoist Soldiers of Ren Character Camp, no longer dull and sluggish like when they just woke last night.
Though still somewhat dazed, they've regained about seventy to eighty percent.
In front of Xuanyuan Hall.
Chen Mu lay on a rocking chair, watching the Daoist Soldiers in the distance.
"That winged little fellow wasn't lying, the Mistaken Dream Realm truly erodes the Spirit."
Chen Mu turned his head towards the corner.
The four hundred and seventy-nine Daoist Soldiers who died due to last night's events, now all covered with white cloth lying there.
Some were ambushed and killed by the winged little fellow, others died directly from the erosion of the Mistaken Dream Realm.
"Then... why wasn't I assimilated?"
Chen Mu wondered, frowning.
Last night in the Mistaken Dream Realm, not only was he unharmed, but he felt particularly energetic.
