"Did you exert a lot of effort? Be a little more specific."
Lu Yuan's figure was very blurry, with signals intermittently breaking up.
Transmitting just his consciousness was already very difficult, so Miss Conch wouldn't temporarily come over.
Once the dream signal stabilized, he looked around.
The "Parasol Tree Dream" still resembled the past, with dusk and grasslands, ants, crickets, and dragonflies creating a harmonious natural scene.
This tree is ultimately not an Anomaly; its current strength has reached a bottleneck, requiring a large amount of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures or the accumulation of time to grow further.
However, at this moment, there were no Humans in the dream, which once again gave Lu Yuan an unpleasant feeling.
The parasol tree rustled and shook, expressing something very complex and incomprehensible this time.
"It says, because its Essence is severely injured and it's about to die, it won't let Humans enter this dream."
