This was Angor's third time creating the dream wasteland, so he was quite familiar with the process.
The first step was to activate the Dream Whelk with nightmare illusion.
The essence of this step was to create an independent space between the Nightmare Realm and the Dream Realm. The space was currently in a chaotic state. Angor couldn't tell its exact size, location, or internal structure.
To put it simply, the space was the embryo of a Nightmare Domain.
The second step was to pull any object into the dream through the Dream Whelk.
By doing so, Angor would pull the whale in a bottle from the Mirror World into the "embryo" of the Nightmare Domain.
This step would allow the Nightmare Domain to fully take shape, locate the unknown location of the Nightmare Domain, and connect the Nightmare Domain with the Mirror World to create a special tunnel using the Dream Bridge as the foundation.
At this point, the Nightmare Domain had broken away from the chaos and formed a new, stable "dream wasteland" with the unique laws of each of the three worlds.
The third step was Angor's job. He needed to sense the whale in a bottle's location to determine whether the Nightmare Domain was successfully constructed and whether the Nightmare Domain's authority was connected.
This was what Angor was doing right now.
As soon as he closed his eyes, his consciousness crossed the Dream Bridge and arrived at the "Dream Gate". Using the authority of "Gatekeeper", he began to sense the whale in a bottle's location.
Angor could feel a new space, or rather, a "new world", being connected to his "dream wasteland".
There wasn't the slightest bit of hindrance during the entire process.
Soon, Angor sensed that the basic authority of his "dream wasteland" was working normally again.
Ever since Angor came to the Mirror World, all of his authorities had been dimmed. Now, the Tree of Authority was glowing again, which meant …
A new world had opened up for him!
A new world, a new dream wasteland, and a new setting. There was no doubt that Angor was very excited at the thought of this.
But he knew it wasn't the time to be excited yet.
Last time, he went through the same thing in the Abyss Plane and created his "dream wasteland". However, it ended up in ruins.
The most important thing right now was to locate the whale in a bottle.
As long as he could find the Whale in a Bottle, he would be able to bring Laplace into the new Nightmare Realm.
Furthermore, if the Dream Realm's Cleaners really appeared, Laplace's Whale in a Bottle might be able to intimidate them.
As long as they could resist the Purgers, the new dream wasteland would be considered a true success.
He calmed himself down and began to use the gatekeeper's ability to locate the whale in a bottle.
About half a minute later, Angor opened his eyes.
"Got it," Angor mumbled.
"What did you find?" Laplace didn't know what Angor was doing.
"It's hard to explain now. Why don't you go and see for yourself, Ms. Laplace?"
"What do you mean? Where?" Laplace was silent for a moment. "You mean in a dream?"
Angor nodded. "Yes. Please don't refuse."
Before she could understand what Angor meant by "do not resist", she sensed a strange energy coming from between her eyebrows.
Although this energy had no malice or killing intent, it was still an abnormal energy, and Laplace subconsciously wanted to expel it. But Angor's voice came again.
"Please don't resist. I mean you no harm. There are many things I can't tell you directly, but you can see with your eyes, Ms. Laplace. Your eyes won't deceive you. All the answers are in your dreams. "
Laplace considered Angor's words.
A few seconds later, Laplace finally chose to give up resisting and let the strange energy drill into her forehead.
As the energy entered her body, Laplace's eyelids slowly became heavy, and her vision gradually turned dark.
Laplace was familiar with this feeling. It was the sweet, dark moment before she fell into a deep slumber.
Her previous slumbers were similar. Would Angor bring something new to her this time?
With this thought in mind, Laplace's body grew heavier and heavier, and her soul also entered a peaceful state. Only her consciousness slowly woke up from the darkness.
When Laplace regained her consciousness, she found herself on a long dream bridge.
Laplace looked back. There was only darkness behind him.
However, she could vaguely sense the aura of the Mirror Domain. She followed this aura and looked carefully. The pitch-black field of vision gradually turned transparent, and an open door suddenly appeared in front of her.
Through the door, she saw herself sleeping on a branch "outside" the door, as well as Angor, who was also sleeping not far away. She also saw Dangros, who was moving restlessly on Angor's shoulder.
Laplace reached out her hand and tried to touch the door.
At the moment of contact, Ye Zichen was stunned.
Laplace suddenly felt something being pulled away from her body. She was familiar with this feeling. Whenever she was about to wake up from her slumber, she would feel this way.
In other words, this door is actually the way back to reality? Laplace thought to himself.
Laplace pulled back her hand, and the feeling of being pulled away disappeared.
Since she was already here, she couldn't just wake up now.
Besides, she already found the door, so she didn't have to worry about being trapped in the dream.
With this in mind, Laplace glanced at the door again, turned his head, and walked into the depths of the dream bridge.
About ten steps later, she was surrounded by darkness again. There was only a solid path under her feet, which led to an unknown place.
Laplace paused for a moment, observed the surrounding void, and attempted to locate the location of the Void.
She could sense the energy inside her body, but she couldn't use it at all. It was as if the energy inside her had fallen into a deep slumber, which meant she couldn't set up a spatial waymark.
As Laplace tried to figure out what was going on, she heard a familiar voice.
"Keep going. You'll see a door. Go through the door and you'll find the soil of your dreams.
"I'll wait for you there.
"And … please hurry. I'm afraid something might go wrong if I'm too late. "
It was Angor's voice. Laplace wanted to keep observing her surroundings, but Angor's words forced her to give up. She quickly moved forward.
A few steps later, they saw the door Angor mentioned.
It emitted a gorgeous rainbow wave, and the closer he got to it, the more he could feel the charm of the rainbow.
When she stepped out of the pure darkness, she felt as if she had returned to the real world from the void.
The door was ajar, and Laplace approached it slowly, trying to see through the gap.
But before she could see anything, she was pulled into the door by an irresistible force.
The force disappeared as soon as she entered the door. However, she still couldn't control her body, nor did she know what was around her. She could only feel herself falling from the sky.
The feeling of weightlessness lasted for about five seconds. When Laplace's feet touched the ground again, she finally regained her vision.
The surroundings were still pitch-black, and nothing could be seen.
However, Laplace could already feel the sky above her and the ground below her. This was completely different from when she was on the dream bridge.
It was as if she had really arrived at a new world.
Laplace tried to stand up by using her hands. But as soon as her hands touched the ground, she immediately felt something strange.
The ground here … didn't feel like soil. It felt more like smooth ice. But it wasn't as cold as ice.
Where am I? Am I really in the Dream Realm?
But why does it feel so real in a dream?
While Laplace was in doubt, he suddenly heard a series of footsteps.
Laplace raised his head and looked at the source of the footsteps. After a while, the footsteps stopped nearby.
"Do you need my help?" A familiar male voice came from nearby.
Just as he finished speaking, the other party seemed to have thought of something. "Ah, I forgot that there's no sun here. How about this? Can you see it now? "
Not long after he finished speaking, a ray of light suddenly lit up.
Through the light, Laplace saw Angor standing about a meter away from her.
Against the light, he bowed slightly and reached out a hand.
Laplace knew what Angor meant, but she didn't accept it. "Thank you, but no thanks."
After saying that, Laplace gently propped himself up with his hand and stood up from the ground.
But as soon as she stood up, she felt her feet slipping.
Using the light, Laplace looked down and saw that the ground was made of smooth crystals.
The crystal was polished to be even smoother than ice, so even if one stood up, as long as one's center of gravity shifted slightly, the soles of one's feet would slip.
On the other side, Angor also noticed Laplace's condition and tried to help her. But before he could reach out his hand, he saw something strange.
Laplace's long silver hair began to move despite the lack of wind. A small part of her hair turned into a hand to support her, while another part of her hair coiled around the ground and acted as a support point.
That was not the end of it. When Laplace regained her balance, she extended part of her long hair and reinforced the soles of her feet with a layer of silk that looked like anti-slip mats.
With everything done, Laplace was able to walk on the crystal ground.
"Hair can be used like this?" Angor touched his own hair. Why couldn't he control it?
Not long ago, when Angor first arrived at this place, he didn't know that the ground was made of crystals, so he tripped and fell on his face.
If it weren't for the fact that no one saw him, he would probably dig a hole and hide in it forever.
Because of this, Angor quickly went to find Laplace as soon as he saw her. He didn't want to embarrass himself by tripping.
Still, Laplace was a VIP. She could walk without anyone's help and without any energy in her body.
Although Angor could walk or sit normally, he was relying on the power of Weather Manipulation to control the wind to maintain his center of gravity.
As for the power to change the weather, although it could be used in this new "dream wilderness", it was not as convenient as the Gate of Dreams and the Gatekeeper. Even if he could use it, he could only control a small part of the elements around him.
For example, he could only use the power of wind on himself.
Also, he summoned Glimmer, which meant that he had already reached the limit of his power of Weather Manipulation.
It was basically impossible for him to summon wind and rain.
Perhaps it was because the Nightmare Domain had just been created. Even if the power of Weather Manipulation could be used everywhere, it still didn't have a complete system yet.
Similar to the dream wasteland, even if the power of Weather Manipulation was integrated into the world itself, it still needed some time to get used to the rules and establish the corresponding operating logic.
But this was a new world that didn't have a complete set of rules, so it was natural that the power of Weather Manipulation couldn't be used freely.
Angor looked at Laplace's hair and felt a little jealous.
He had to maintain both the light and his center of gravity, so he didn't have any extra energy to do anything else. In other words, he was no different from a normal human being.
But a normal human being couldn't control his hair!
But Laplace could control his hair as if it was his own arm? That was cheating!
Under Angor's envious gaze, Laplace asked, "Where is this place? Are you sure this is a dream? "
Angor replied, "This place has some rules of the Dream Realm, but they're different. As for where we are, it's a gap between the Dream Realm and the Mirror World. "
"A gap between the Dream Realm and the Mirror World? What do you mean? "
"Literally. It's a space created by a special power. It can last for a short time or a long time.
As for how long this place will last, it depends on whether something unexpected will happen. "
Angor paused. "I don't think this place will last long, but I still gave it a name."
"The Dream Crystal."
Laplace frowned. She didn't care about the uninteresting name. She was more concerned about the ambiguity in Angor's words.
"Unforeseen event?" Laplace said, "I remember that you told me to come quickly, or else there would be unforeseen events."
Angor nodded. "Yes, I did."
Laplace asked, "What do you mean by 'change'?"
Angor shook his head. "I don't know yet. Maybe a monster as large as a continent will tear the sky apart and shatter this newly created gap into pieces. Or perhaps, a huge eye will appear in the sky and stare at this sealed courtyard with hostility. "
Or maybe we're lucky enough to not run into anything unexpected. "
Angor continued, "We'll have to wait for more details. While we're still safe, I'll take you to retrieve your 'weapon' first. "
Angor gestured for Laplace to follow him.
"Weapon?" Laplace was still confused. "What weapon?"
"The one I asked you to prepare, your molt." Angor smiled at Laplace. "Don't worry. I came here earlier than you, but I didn't touch your weapon."
"Molt … Why is it here?"
"About that … I'll explain later. We're in a hurry, so let's put it aside for now. "Oh, right. If something really happens, we'll have to rely on your weapon," Angor said as they walked.
"If we can get rid of the invaders, we'll both have a bright future."
"If we can't, don't force yourself. I'll take you back to the Mirror World."
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