Chapter 1778: Stranger

Dreams are the theme park of the self.

Just like sleeping, Fu Qian has never rejected this special thinking activity, no matter whether the content is beautiful or not.

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

Fu Qian looked at the scene around him without any change and shook his head.

In theory, he does have a very convenient self-hypnosis technique, but the content of dreams has always been too realistic.

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

It's not that magical or abnormal creations can't appear. As long as you want, you can have as many as you want.

But the problem is here, you need to "think" by yourself.

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

In this case, exploring the spiritual world is a bit boring, like making your own game and exploring it yourself.

It's not even realistic in this regard, the mental state is the same.

The loss of control and laziness of dreaming does not exist in me, even if I have adjusted the distribution of will to the greatest extent to make the degree of dreaming as high as possible.

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

Speaking of this, although the proficiency has been brushed up quite a lot, this is still a rare dream made for myself.

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

And the next moment, accompanied by a trace of imperceptible ripples, the wall melted like gel, forming a small archway in front of him.

Fu Qian's footsteps did not stop, and he stepped out directly.

...

The clear dream has boundaries, which was tested a long time ago.

If you walk all the way to the edge in the dream, it will be a foggy chaos.

Although Fu Qian does not think it is necessarily applicable to him.

As the master and core of the dream, it is not too strange that the dream extends to 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 restoration will be a real scene.

So now the question is, what will happen if you walk out of 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 only need to take a few steps to easily reach the boundary.

What will happen if you continue to go out through the wall? Without deliberate control.

Will the boundary expand? This seems very likely.

Then you step on the air and fall down?

If you consider it realistically, it seems that this is indeed the case, but unfortunately...

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

It was as if the top of the tower melted into syrup and flowed down all the way.

Is it really to this extent?

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

Unfortunately, Fu Qian has no interest in appreciating it, and sighs in his heart while going down.

This scene seems to be created out of nothing, which makes the magic of the dream have a certain embodiment, but in his eyes, it is a more boring development than falling headfirst.

The former at least still follows "reality" a little bit, while the latter can be said to be the ultimate embodiment of self-centeredness.

Wherever you go, you will form a path.

He is indeed the master above all of this. Even without subjective will, it will be automatically followed and surrounded.

But this will also mean that the possibility of exploring the unknown in this way will be infinitely compressed.

Further away, flying into the sky or drilling into the ground will not have much meaning to try.

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

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

Snap!

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

And 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 work..."

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

Holding this thing means being an ancient superior. Will this identity change his situation in the dream?

With the improved second set of plans, he put on the mask again and went back.

It doesn't seem good.

Holding the umbilical cord in one hand and opening the clear dream in the other, Fu Qian, who returned to the top of the laboratory, frowned at the scene in front of him that seemed to have no change.

It's not that there is no change. In fact, the moment I fell asleep, a familiar sound sounded in my consciousness - the cry of a baby, just like when I was in Akons.

It even became louder and louder, and the evil feeling contained in it was no less than that time, so that I seemed to feel that the wall in front of me was pregnant.

Although it didn't cause much pressure on me, if I invited a guest in under this situation, the scene would be hard to say.

Moreover, the crying was not the only abnormality. As the master of the dream, Fu Qian could clearly feel the gathering of demons similar to that of Akons.

It's not surprising that I can pull out a peerless sword if I dig the floor for a while.

Including the fog outside the edge of the dream, there seems to be a deformed power brewing, no longer empty.

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

Of course, the controller is still myself, and if I want, I can really stop the crying through my mind.

But it can't make it "non-existent".

Even this behavior itself is defining them.

Suddenly, I can understand the feelings of the opponent in Akons who I have never met before when he was converting that place.

In the midst of mutual sympathy, Fu Qian has already shaken his head and looked at his feet.

On the one hand, he did not really target the crying sound, and on the other hand, he did not waste time, and directly repeated the same trick and passed through the wall again.

Facts have proved that the ancient superiors still failed to fall from the building, and even the style of the hanging ladder under their feet is similar.

Although the appearance is a little bit scary.

The pink and white epidermis with mucus, the bottom layer is dark red with congestion, and it feels like stepping on a living body when walking.

Unfortunately, this does not change its essence at all.

If the original dream is 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, and there is no possibility of helping to break through the dimension, when viewed from the perspective of the dream master.

The second plan still failed. 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 is this barrier... specifically at the extraordinary level?

What does it have to do with the san value?

While thinking silently, Fu Qian snapped his fingers and opened the myth form.