"What does that mean?"
"One proof for eternity?"
Huo Yuhao couldn't quite understand this sentence. If the Lord of Spirit was always there, then what was his situation?
What's wrong? Does he want me to cosplay as Ye Ge?
That's fine, just don't nail me to a cross and make those hellish jokes later.
The little girl in red shook her head, not explaining anything further, just looking at Huo Yuhao gently.
Looking at her riddle-like appearance, Huo Yuhao blushed a little.
Riddler, get out of Douluo Continent!
But seeing her innocent look, he could only force himself to hold it in.
After all, it was the will of his own planet.
Slightly adjusting his mood, Huo Yuhao got up and looked around. The world was still a pure white world.
Time was not defined here, and space lost its meaning.
He didn't even know what was maintaining his vital signs here, because there was no air at all.
His organs not only didn't explode like balloons, but were able to function normally. Who knows what was maintaining his life cycle.
Huo Yuhao looked again at the planetary will tilting its head and asked,
"So, what exactly is this dream space?"
"Why has it been trying to get me here?"
This was a question that had been puzzling Huo Yuhao. The original story never mentioned anything about this dream space,
and the planetary spirit before him kept urging him to come here.
The little girl in red lowered her head and pondered for a moment, seemingly organizing her thoughts.
Electrolux, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, and the others remained silent, waiting for the planetary will's explanation.
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm had lived for a million years; its spiritual power was undoubtedly among the top three in the Douluo Continent, if not the strongest.
It often dreamed, though most of its dreams were related to Bingbing.
But it had never sensed that its dreams connected to such a vast, unknown space.
Electrolux's curiosity was purely driven by a thirst for the unknown. In his original world, he had never even heard of the Dream Space, let alone the Planetary Will.
The silence in the pure white space didn't last long. The little girl in red, having gathered her thoughts, gently tugged at Huo Yuhao's sleeve, leading him forward slowly.
"Relax,"
the Planetary Will said, its soft hand gently brushing across Huo Yuhao's eyes.
A gentle, breeze-like aura flowed into his spiritual eyes, traveling through his Martial Soul into his Sea of Spirit, creating a warm breeze.
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and the others also felt a sudden coolness in their eyes, a faint azure light shimmering within them.
"Hiss! Mommy touched me!"
"Mommy's hand!!"
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm went berserk again.
The Golden Tortoise Shell was afraid! It was somewhat worried about Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's mental state.
After a moment's thought, it leaped up and suppressed Tianmeng Ice Silkworm beneath its shell.
To be honest, it now somewhat missed the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm with its icy mind.
Although it was a bit of a case of the little head controlling the big head, and even a bit of a sycophant, at least the insect's overall spirit was relatively normal.
After being watched by the planet's will for a while, this ice silkworm started to have occasional seizures, its mind filled with thoughts of its mother.
The golden hawksbill turtle believed that the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm must have realized that its love for the Ice Emperor was just a misconception based on a survival crisis. Looking back, it realized
that it had wasted most of its life.
The ice silkworm couldn't withstand such a blow, hence its mental problems.
Thinking of this, the golden hawksbill turtle's golden eyes narrowed, and it continued to press down on the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm.
"Brother Heavenly Dream, don't worry!"
"I, the old turtle, will definitely find a way to cure you!"
"When I was little, whenever I had a seizure, my people would use their turtle shells to correct me, and this trick always worked!"
Under the heavy pressure of the golden hawksbill turtle, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm was having trouble breathing.
"You damn turtle, get down here!"
"I'm not having a fit, I'm perfectly normal!"
The golden hawksbill turtle's eyes grew even more serious, because it had used the same tactic when its clansmen corrected it when it was a child.
"I understand you, Brother Tianmeng!"
Continuing to press down with its shell, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm felt its head was about to split open.
"You bastard, what do you understand?!"
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"Quack, stop pressing down!"
"No, I don't want Mommy anymore!"
"My head is about to split open!"
Hearing the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm's awakening, the Golden Tortoiseshell breathed a sigh of relief, slowly moving its body away, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the wisdom of the older generation.
This tortoise shell correction method really works!
Huo Yuhao ignored the noise in the Sea of Spirit. After sensing a special aura in his eyes, he looked at the pure white sea under the guidance of the planet's will.
The pure white sea began to become transparent, the colorful waves disappeared, and the pure white world began to become chaotic.
Gray energy settled beneath the sea to form the seabed, obscuring all prying eyes, and a deathly and ominous airflow flowed along the seabed.
Huo Yuhao was very familiar with that energy; it was entropy!
Deathly silence, decay, disorder, chaos.
Entropy gathered all the characteristics that life most hated, the opposite of order.
And the dream space was actually built on that thick, solidified entropy.
Huo Yuhao glanced at the Remnant Dream Blade beside him and said, "No wonder you like entropy so much."
"Your hometown is made of this stuff."
The Remnant Dream Blade affectionately rubbed against Huo Yuhao's arm, its ribbons tightly wrapped around Huo Yuhao's right hand.
The little girl in red then spoke, her ethereal voice echoing in the dream, patiently explaining the essence of dreams to Huo Yuhao:
"Dreams are a reflection of reality."
"Joy, anger, sorrow, and grief. All desires, dreams, and ambitions in the world converge in dreams."
"Just as flowing water yearns to leave its mark on a rock."
"Life also yearns to leave a small piece of its will in nothingness."
"Nothingness is the canvas of dreams."
"Life uses memory as its brush, giving color to nothingness."
"Countless colors called memories converge and merge on the canvas, finally giving birth to a painting called a dream."
"This is [dreams], closer to the spirit of life than [understanding] and [daydreams]!"
"Dreams are born because of life, and life is unique because of dreams."
The little girl stood before Huo Yuhao, smiling as she looked at the stunned Huo Yuhao, saying:
"This dream space didn't originally exist."
"It was your birth that gave it meaning."
"This is your divine kingdom."
"The Land of Dreams—[The Garden of Night]."
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and Golden Tortoiseshell, the two lively creatures, were stunned, almost drooling.
"Huh?"
"This is Yuhao's divine kingdom?"
Huo Yuhao was equally bewildered, softly speaking to the planet's will:
"If this is truly my divine kingdom, why do I feel no sense of control?"
The little girl stretched out her hand, pointing to the Broken Dream Blade, saying:
"Look, isn't the key right here?"
Huo Yuhao wanted to ask her, "Are you awake? What does the key have to do with control?"
Of course, he knew the Broken Dream Blade was the key to the dream realm.
This time, the little girl didn't play the riddle game and went straight to the point:
"Because the dream world is too chaotic, you haven't yet mastered its authority."
"You currently only possess the rank of Lord of a Divine Kingdom. Well, simply put, you have the deed to the Night Curtain Court."
"But there isn't a single house here yet."
"Without a house, you have no symbol."
Huo Yuhao, understanding the requirements for controlling the [dream world] authority, nodded thoughtfully and said, "I understand."
"In other words, I need to establish a dream kingdom here."
"Only then can I gradually control this divine kingdom."
The little girl nodded.
"But it's too chaotic here, the spiritual energy is mixed. How can I make this place calm enough to establish a kingdom?"
The little girl in red pointed to Huo Yuhao's storage soul tool and said,
"Your alchemy."
"The key can serve as the core."
(End of Chapter)
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