Li Wei stood in the dream, his face full of confusion.
'What just happened?'
'Did I die?'
Li Wei had died once.
He had been smashed into a pulp in the dream, his body torn to pieces.
But his consciousness had not dissipated.
After the trauma, his consciousness took some time to recover.
Once he regained consciousness, he entered a peculiar state.
'Thinking back on it now, it seems I merged with the dream itself.'
'I was no longer just a part of the dream—I had become the entire dream.'
The scene he witnessed was also a scene from outside the dream.
The Dream Bubble was shrouded in mist.
Countless ghastly, sharp-fanged Nightmares lurked in the mist, spying on his dream.
These Nightmares wanted to invade Li Wei's dream, but they dared not enter.
They only dared to linger at the periphery.
Within his own dreamscape, Li Wei had absolute control.
This was different from ordinary people, who dream without realizing it.
Li Wei was a Sleepwalker, able to control Dream Power.
