When Morning Star appeared in the night sky, Dawn Song began to play in the military camp.
After a busy night, Angor finally returned to his temporary cabin. Last night, he recorded the dreams of five people, and the results were relatively clear. Basically, they were all like the first person. Although their physical bodies were dead, there were still remnants of spiritual light in their dreams.
He jotted down the data in his notebook and began to think about the past.
Everything was going well so far. However, there were still some questions that he could not let go of.
Strangely, every time he used the dream bridge to enter someone's dream, he would see a wasteland in front of him.
So far, he had entered the dream more than 200 times, and he never missed such a scene.
It didn't affect the dream, and it only flashed for a second each time. Still, Angor was quite curious about it.
When he went to the Land of Revelation to look for Freud, Angor told him that Freud always stepped on the dream bridge and entered the dream without anything strange happening to him.
"So, it's all about me?" Angor wondered. But why was he different from Freud?
Looking back at the origin of Dream Walk, there were two differences between him and other people. First, he had to construct the model of the cantrip by force. But he didn't think that was the reason. Apprentices who just joined the wizarding world usually built the model of a level-0 cantrip by force. However, as the level of the cantrip reached a higher level, it would become more difficult to do so. Also, the cantrip model varied from person to person, so they had to learn it step by step.
Second, Angor was able to learn Dream Walk so quickly because he had nightmare energy.
His Dream Walk was based on nightmare illusions. Technically speaking, his Dream Walk should be called "Nightmare Dream Walk".
"Is it because of nightmare illusions? That endless wasteland has something to do with nightmare illusions? "Angor wrote down his speculation in his notebook so that he could verify it later.
Speaking of which, the Nightmare Realm and the Dream Realm were similar in some ways. He also heard that ancient wizards called the Nightmare Realm the "Dream Realm". However, the "Dream Realm" referred to the Dreamland, while the "Dream Realm" referred to the "Dream Realm". The "Dream Realm" referred to the "Dream Realm", while the "Dream Realm" referred to the "Dreamland". The name was the same, but people had different understandings of it. The Nightmare Realm didn't have a real name until hundreds of years ago.
The Dream Realm and the Nightmare Realm might look very different, but in terms of some characteristics, they did share some similarities.
The Nightmare Realm's ability was to project reality, shine into illusions, and create reality.
According to Angor's research, the Dream Realm also had the ability to project "reality" and "illusion" to a certain extent. However, the details were not as clear as the Nightmare Realm, and it could not "generate reality".
But just from these two similar characteristics, dreams and nightmares were inextricably linked. Perhaps that boundless wilderness was really the product of the combination of dream and reality?
"I wish I could go in and take a look." Angor sighed in his mind. Unfortunately, he did not know how to get in.
The next night, he continued to explore his dream.
That night, two people had a clear dream. They both died silently in the night, but in their dreams, they walked into an unknown distance.
Angor stayed for another three days and collected 19 lucid dreams in total. It was not a lot, but they all had different personalities, ages, genders, and backgrounds. In the end, Angor came to the same conclusion.
He was sure that those who died in lucid dreams could continue to exist in the Dream Realm. However, Angor could not tell how long they would exist. Once they died, the dream bridge would break, and he would not be able to keep track of them in the Dream Realm.
However, before the bridge broke, Angor could sense that they did not show any abnormalities in their dreams.
Conservatively speaking, it was more likely that they would become residents of the Dream Realm.
There were only ten prisoners left in the camp. Angor asked them to increase their chances of having lucid dreams. It would be best if they could have real lucid dreams, where they could preserve their consciousness and clear logic.
However, real lucid dreams were still hard to come by. They could only come by luck. Angor only hoped that they could do it. He didn't think they could.
With that done, Angor left Moonwater City and returned to Padt Manor.
It had been almost a week since he learned the Dream Reading Spell. He was eager to return home and communicate with Jon. Now that he was back, he couldn't wait to go to the ice room.
To his surprise, he saw his older brother, Leon, in the room.
Leon was recording Jon's body data. He came once a week to record the changes in Jon's body.
According to Leon, Eureka wasn't the one who asked him to do this. It was Jon's "teacher" who asked him to.
Angor could tell that Eureka wasn't interested in Jon at all. "Red Hair" Thewis, on the other hand, was more interested in Jon's special case.
"I heard from Miss Eureka that you went to Moonwater City to do some kind of experiment?" Leon asked Angor.
Angor nodded. He didn't plan to tell Leon about the experiment.
Leon sighed. "I don't like the old man, but I hope you can succeed."
"Thank you."
Leon put a hand on Angor's shoulder. "I'll be going now. Don't forget to come back for dinner tonight."
After Leon left, Angor finally looked at Jon. It had been a week since they last met, and Jon seemed to be doing well.
Seeing the smile on Jon's face eased Angor's anxiety.
He sat in the ice room for a while before using Dream Walk to open the dream bridge and let out his dream tentacles. At the same time, he constructed the cantrip model for Dream Reading.
As soon as the spell was completed, Angor felt a "mouth" appearing on the dream tentacle. It wasn't a literal "mouth". Angor had a vague feeling that he could talk now?
He nervously walked onto the Dream Bridge. Not surprisingly, he saw the scene of the wilderness that flashed by.
Next, he stepped onto the dream bridge and arrived at Jon's entrance.
As soon as he entered, he heard a series of chuckles coming from Jon. A man's voice was as pleasant as a breeze, while a woman's voice was as crisp as a bird.
Angor tried to figure out what was going on in Jon's dream and why he was smiling in his sleep.
He had a lot of guesses, but when he entered the dream and saw the scene in front of him, his head was filled with black lines.
She saw a young lad happily chasing and playing with a pretty young lady under the tree-lined corridor.
The young boy climbed up a tree and revealed his handsome head. He said to the young lady in the distance, "Xiao Mu, come and chase me."
The lady was laughing so hard that the sunlight shone on her face, making her look like a young girl.
"I'm older than you. You have to call me Miss Mu — no, Queen Mu, Little Brother Angor."
Angor watched the scene in silence. The boy was Angor, and the lady was Jon's daughter, Qiao Mu. They were laughing and playing in the shade of the tree.
If only he wasn't the main character of this scene.
Angor sighed in his mind. Last time, Jon only told Angor to develop a romantic relationship with Qiao Mu. But this time, they were playing a chase scene.
Angor wondered if they would start the reconciliation process next time.
Jon and his wife, Xia Yuwei, were strolling behind Angor and Qiao Mu.
Xia Yuwei covered her mouth and giggled. "Look, Mu and Angor are a good match. Love needs to be nurtured from a young age."
Jon, on the other hand, kept a straight face. "Hmph! I didn't recognize this bastard. How dare he have any thoughts about my daughter? When we get back, I'll teach him a lesson so hard that even Old Padt won't recognize him!"
Angor was speechless. This is your dream. You did it on purpose! And you're blaming me!
Angor clenched his teeth in anger.
At this moment, the gentle wind once again brought the bell-like laughter from afar.
Angor looked over and saw the boy being chased by the lady. They were running in circles around a tree. They didn't think it was childish at all.
Xia Yuwei and Jon were giggling.
If Angor had hands, he would have covered his face with his hands. So embarrassing! So shameful!
Also, Angor could not stop laughing. That devilish laughter was driving him crazy.
Angor couldn't help but shout when he saw the plot going from bad to worse.
"You don't even do this in TV shows. So old-fashioned!"
As soon as Angor spoke, the dream paused for a second as if time had stopped. The only one who could move was Jon.
Chown's expression darkened. He knew very well that he was dreaming, and this dream had evolved from his heart. However, in his evolution, this voice would not appear in the dream.
It was an unexpected voice!
"Who's talking? Who are you? "Jon spoke in a hoarse voice as if he was going to use the dream to capture the speaker. And as the creator of this dream, he was indeed capable of doing so.
Angor sighed in relief when he saw that Jon was asking questions instead of attacking.
At least he was right. Jon had absolute rationality in his dream. He had inherited Angor's personality as a scholar. Because of this, he knew how to control himself.
They were completely different from the prisoners in Moonwater City. Those people were as weak as ants in real life, but they could do whatever they wanted in their dreams.
Angor sighed. "Professor, it's me!"
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