At this point, Zhou Xuan was in a small dream realm and saw the pregnant queen beckoning to him again. He took step after step towards the deep pool, about to plunge into the water.
"In my own dream realm, can my mind still be contaminated?"
Zhou Xuan's last shred of rationality, wobbling on the edge, issued a sigh — I am the Dream Master, isolating myself from the world and the heavens, yet can't isolate the illusions created by the Ginkgo Ancestor Tree?
"What exactly is this method, so incredibly mystical."
Zhou Xuan couldn't comprehend, he only understood one thing — he finally knew why the "Mountain Ancestor," revered as a Heavenly Vault God, would also be imprisoned for decades as a ghost by something in the Earth Abyss.
"So tired, so sleepy."
Zhou Xuan's eyelids could no longer lift; he was about to sleep, to sink into the deep pool, to sleep on the pregnant queen's belly...
...
"Third Child, our chance has come, huh? Look, they've all been deceived."
