"What is a dream?"
A calm and gentle, intellectually familiar female voice began to speak.
She softly said, "A dream is the continuation of reality."
Lin Guang blinked and saw the scene before him.
—It was a dim, empty room.
And he was lying in a stone coffin that resembled a meditation pod.
He now appeared again in the illusion realm where the Source Stone's information was condensed.
But unlike before...
At this moment, he was no longer bound by anything, nor was anything altered; he could now mobilize all his abilities.
Time in the outside world was almost stagnant, as if the existence in the Source Stone had given up everything, focusing solely on maintaining this accelerated-to-the-limit illusion realm. Even if Lin Guang only thought about it, this place would shatter like an eggshell.
The master of the illusion realm just sat beside the stone coffin, gently holding Lin Guang's hand.
She continued to speak to Lin Guang, "What is reality?"
