Sanctuary Starfield Journey

75-15 The Truth of Dreams!

Melting ice droplets swirled around Qinglan's eyes, black energy coursing within them, before finally rising into the sky. Upon seeing this, Guimeng immediately tried to flee, but Yan Fuxue ripped off her melted clothes, concealing her once snow-white skin. An ice wall immediately appeared in front of Guimeng, and frost rose around her body. Mo Bei followed up with a lightning-fire bomb; the lightning collided with the frost, melting it and piercing through Guimeng before slamming into the ice wall. The ice wall and the dream bubble exploded together.

As the dream bubble gradually dissipates, the outside world seen through its concealment becomes all the more precious.

String Nian appeared from behind, bringing the aroma of tea, and slowly spoke, "Children, you did very well. You are rare individuals who managed to escape unscathed from the Dangerous Dream Zone." Qing Lan's eyes were slightly lowered. He sat in this pale place, with Dream Truth at its very center, the ripples emanating outwards reaching his feet.

Xian Niancheng gently pushed the two forward. Yan Fuxue remained silent, knowing what Xian Niancheng was about to do. Mo Bei was about to say that Qing Lan hadn't caught up yet when Xian Niancheng spoke up: "There's your favorite 'My Heart Turns to the Future' up ahead." Qing Lan wiped away her tears and quickly got up, saying, "It's the fragrant, crispy, chewy, and soft 'My Heart Turns to the Future,' which promotes all-round development in morality, art, and intelligence. You're wrong." Mo Bei secretly asked, "Is this trick that effective?" Xian Niancheng nodded: "From childhood to adulthood, I've never tired of using it." A few wisps of wind blew through Xian Niancheng's hair.

The four entered the Dream Palace. The surrounding decorations were very simple: four chairs back to back and two load-bearing pillars formed the walls, indicating a minimalist style.

Qinglan touched the supporting pillar, then lay back on the chair: "This chair is a bit uncomfortable. Has the whole country fallen into decline? How come the third-largest nation is like this?" Xian Niancheng said, "Actually, this isn't the real Dream Truth. Come with me to sign some paperwork and you'll see." Clearly, this didn't convince Qinglan; he was shaking his head as he toured the place.

The surrounding pillars suddenly diminished, and as Mo Bei stepped inside, a ripple spread out, revealing a reception area. Qing Lan followed, clearly interested in the ripple: "Interesting." She started going in and out, watching the ripples not spread, before being pulled to the reception area by Xian Niancheng.

Qinglan, leaning on the front desk, watched Xian Niancheng sign his name: "Your handwriting looks a bit like Elder Yan Huayue's." Mo Bei and Yan Fuxue whispered, "How many chapters have passed and you still don't know?"

Registration at the front desk is complete. As Mo Bei followed Xian Niancheng elsewhere, he glanced over and said, "Ti Suyi, Qing Lan, Yan Fuxue, Mo Bei." He couldn't help but wonder, "Isn't Ti Suyi the person I recruited? The Tianyin Empire arc seems like everyday life, but it's all foreshadowing, isn't it?"

Mo Bei asked, "Xian Niancheng, aren't you coming with us anymore?" Xian Niancheng suddenly stopped for a moment, looking back at her, "We have different paths, so we can't work together."

Turning around, they saw a tiny figure emerge from behind a pillar. Xian Niancheng said, "This is a Dream Guardian, an indigenous person, but now it's specifically for communicating between reality and the Dream Truth." Mo Bei said, "Wow, so short! It looks even shorter than Yun'er."

Dongfang Yun sneezed, and Dongfang Shiyu walked in: "Isn't this Princess Yun? What's wrong? Sneezing again." Dongfang Yun buried her head in her knees, ignoring him. Dongfang Shiyu simply walked to the window: "Should I get you some warming measures? Like, your dad's hair?" Dongfang Yun looked up, glaring fiercely, and coldly uttered a few words: "Mind your own country." Dongfang Shiyu turned away: "Oh, I was just joking, why are you breathing on me?" Dongfang Yun turned her head away, and Dongfang Shiyu walked out of the illusory space. Dongfang Yun's hand touched the cold wall.

Chen Wenwu withdrew his hand from the wall. Xinghan tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Shenlong encouraged them, "Since we can't change anything now, we can only wait for Mobei to come. I believe in him, and you should believe in him too." Chen Wenwu simply uttered a few words: "You know, he's all alone on that planet, without any friends or family, and he doesn't understand anything. Could it be..." Xinghan's voice came through: "Don't say anymore."

Just then, a figure approached. A woman with a large flower pinned to her chest walked over carrying food. Several calligraphy brushes were stuck in her hat, and there was a puddle of water beside her. She sat down on a chair that had suddenly appeared, served the food, and said, "Why don't you tell me about things on Earth? I'm quite interested." Chen Wenwu said, "You're all bad people, why should I tell you?" The woman said, "Alright, alright, then you eat first." She turned and left, and the puddle of water beside her transformed into a human figure, and ripples appeared on the floor beneath her feet.

Mo Bei followed Meng Wei into a gate, the scenery rippling out like waves on water, gradually revealing the true form of Mengdi. A voice echoed in his ears: "Welcome to Mengdi's 'Celestial Realm of Dawn'." Besides this, there was 'Enthralling in Play' (primarily for entertainment), 'Evolution of Myriad Breaths' (primarily for sightseeing), and 'Imperial Capital of Trade' (primarily for commerce). There were also the surrounding wilderness of Mengdi, where it was said that Feng Qixunxin was from. And there was also a legendary slumbering center.

Mo Bei walked through the streets of Chaoguang Tianjing, while Qing Lan looked around with great interest. Yan Fuxue, meanwhile, was looking at a clothing store, still trying to settle the bill with Qing Lan for her clothes. At that moment, Qing Lan saw a wanted poster on the large screen: "Wanted Person: Sewei. Issued by: Dongfang Womengtian. Amount: 100 million Tianjing coins. Reason for Wanted: Illegal Entry." The screen then went black, and Qing Lan saw Mo Bei bump into a woman.

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