Immortal Travel of Longevity

Right now, this place was nothing but a grand dream.

It was still false, not yet real.

But ultimately, the essence of the Dream Method lay in turning the false into the real. Where did the world come from? From heaven? From nature? From the Great Dao?

It was profoundly mysterious, impossible to explain, and even harder to define.

Constructing a world within this dream did not seem exceedingly difficult, but it remained incredibly draining. Everything born here had to stem from one's own imagination.

So many people, so many objects, a world of such vast scale—the mental toll was unimaginable.

Chen Changsheng continued reciting, line by line. His face grew increasingly pale, his thoughts fracturing and his words slowing to a crawl.

Zhao Yuqing saw his struggle but did not step forward to help.

This was a dream, and more importantly, it was not his dream. Some things were simply beyond his control, especially at a time like this.