Chapter 1778 Stranger
Dream is your own theme park.
Just like sleeping, Fu Qian has never been against this kind of special thinking activity, no matter whether the content is beautiful or not.
It’s a pity that this clear dream is actually too clear.
Fu Qian looked at the scene around him that had not changed at all and shook his head.
Theoretically speaking, I do have quite convenient self-hypnosis technology, but the content of my dreams has always been too realistic.
If no special processing is done, it will always be a direct mapping of the surrounding area.
This does not mean that magical or abnormal creations cannot appear. As long as you think about them, you can have as many as you want.
But here’s the problem, you need to “think” yourself.
Everything exists according to its own will, and you are the master in the true sense.
In this case, exploring the spiritual world is as boring as making up your own game and exploring it yourself.
This is not only realistic, but also the mental state.
The loss of control and slackness in dreaming does not exist in oneself, even if the distribution of will has been adjusted to the greatest extent to allow the dreaming level to be as high as possible.
Unfortunately, reason always follows him and never strays away from him for a moment, which is fundamentally different from the attitude of previous victims.
Speaking of this, although the proficiency level has been improved quite a lot, this is still a rare exclusive dream created for oneself.
While sighing, Fu Qian finally stood up and walked step by step towards the amber wall in front of him.
The next moment, with a tiny ripple, the wall melted like gel, forming a small arch right in front.
Fu Qian’s steps didn’t stop and he stepped out directly.
……
Clear dreams have boundaries, and this was tested very early on.
If you walk all the way to the edge in a dream, you will be in chaos shrouded in fog.
Although I don’t think it will necessarily apply to me before I pay.
As the master and core of dreams, it is not too strange that dreams will extend wherever you go.
As for the extension method, you can also refer to the realism theory above, that is, if you don’t deliberately control it, the real scene will be restored.
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 it only takes a few steps to reach the border easily.
What will happen if we go through the wall and continue outward? Without deliberately controlling it.
Will borders expand? This seems very possible.
Then you step on the air and fall down?
If we consider it realistically, it seems that it should be like this, but unfortunately...
Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at the amber hanging ladder he had never seen before.
It's like the top of the tower melted into syrup and flowed down to form.
Is it to this extent?
The hanging ladder is thin and clear, and the visual effect is excellent when viewed from this way.
It's a pity that I didn't have any interest in appreciating it before I paid it, and I sighed in my heart when I went downstairs.
This scene seemed to come out of nowhere, allowing the magic of dreams to be reflected to a certain extent, but in his eyes, it was a more boring development than falling headlong.
The former at least follows "reality" a little bit, while the latter can be said to be the ultimate embodiment of self-centeredness.
Wherever you pass, you will have your own path.
I am indeed the master above all this. There is no need for subjective will, it is automatically followed.
But this will also mean that the possibility of exploring the unknown through this form is infinitely compressed.
Further afield, flying into the sky or drilling underground will not make much sense.
This is just a pure toy, and all you get is the story you make up for yourself.
It is an interesting irony that the master of dreams does not really dream.
Snap!
I snapped my fingers before paying, ending the first test directly.
The moment he returned to the top of the tower, he took off the messenger mask.
……
“I don’t know if the new identity certificate will be effective…”
Returning to the warehouse, Fu Qian picked up the bread-shaped umbilical cord on the table again and muttered to himself.
Having this object means you are an ancient superior. Will this identity change your situation in the dream?
With the improved second plan, he put on the mask again and left again.
It doesn’t seem good.
With the umbilical cord in one hand and the other hand opening a clear dream, Fu Qian returned to the top of the laboratory and frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him that seemed to have not changed.
It’s not that there have been no changes. In fact, the moment I fell asleep, a familiar sound sounded in my consciousness—the cry of a baby, just like in Akons.
Even as it quickly became louder, the evil feeling contained in it was no less than it was then, so much so that it seemed that the walls in front of me were forming dark knots.
Although it doesn’t cause much pressure on myself, if a guest is invited in under such circumstances, the scene will be difficult to predict.
What's more, the crying is not the only strange thing. As the master of dreams, Fu Qian can clearly feel the gathering feeling of demons similar to Akons at that time.
It won’t be surprising if you dig the floor beneath your feet for a while, and you can pull out some great sword or something like that.
Including the fog outside the edge of the dream, there seems to be abnormal power brewing, and it is no longer nothing.
This is a two-way rush. Crying is just like yourself, an essential part of dreams.
Of course, you are still the one in control. If you want, you can really stop the crying with your thoughts.
But that doesn’t make it “not exist”.
Even the act itself defines them.
Suddenly, I could understand how the opponent I had never met before in Akongsili felt when he converted that place.
While cherishing each other, Fu Qian was already shaking his head and looking at his feet.
On the one hand, he didn't really respond to the cry, and on the other hand, he didn't waste time. He just repeated his old trick and walked out through the wall again.
Facts have proved that ancient superiors still failed to fall from the building, and even the styles of the hanging ladders under their feet were similar.
Although the appearance is a little scary.
The epidermis is pink and white with mucus, and the bottom layer is dark red with blood congestion. When walking, it feels like stepping on a living body.
Unfortunately, this does not change its essence at all.
If the original dream was just a toy that was written and directed by myself, then now, it just adds a little element of curiosity to it.
And these elements are the same as they were in Akons. There is no possibility of helping to break through the dimension, when viewed from the perspective of the dream master.
The second plan was still unsuccessful. The identity of the ancient superior did not fundamentally change the dream.
As a foreigner in this world, there seems to be an invisible barrier that prevents me from touching the spiritual world.
What exactly would this barrier be at the transcendent level?
What does it have to do with san value?
While thinking silently, he snapped his fingers and activated the mythical form.