All these cultivators who had lost themselves within the dream of the Eternal Dragon… if they were given the chance to wake up, would they even want to?
Or would they choose to remain there forever?
Inside that dream there was no struggle, no endless cultivation battles, no ruthless competition for resources. Only peace. Eternal peace. A life where they could endlessly pursue the things they loved without fear of loss or failure.
For many cultivators who had spent centuries clawing their way through the brutal cultivation world, that kind of illusion might be far more appealing than reality.
Wang Chen could not really be sure.
After all, no one could truly know what choice another person would make when faced with such temptation.
Shaking his head slightly, he forced those wandering thoughts out of his mind. This was not the time to ponder philosophical questions about human nature.
His gaze slowly drifted forward.
The cultivators ahead of him were beginning to rise.
