Chapter 1160: Chapter 1161: Dreamland Deity
As more and more dreamscapes were deciphered, Wen Wen found himself increasingly adept at navigating this twisted divine realm of dreams.
During this process, he encountered many highly amusing dreams.
One dream victim was a master of online justice, whose default comment on any news and case was always ’starting with the death penalty’.
Therefore, his hell was managed by the same principles he had advocated online.
Death penalty for movie watching, spitting, cursing, and even missing the mark in a public toilet...
In this realm, he lived like a robot, not daring to make the slightest infraction.
After Wen Wen arrived, he encouraged the man to break all rules, eventually plunging the dream’s rules into complete chaos.
Another victim was a thief whose hell was an entire world of thieves, where anything he acquired would be stolen within an hour.
Wen Wen transformed into a henchman directed by the thief to reshape the city’s order, ultimately eradicating theft, causing this dream to collapse naturally.
Then there was a domestic abuser, in whose dream realm women were like Master Ye, and he became the abused...
As Wen Wen regained strength, he also created a series of somewhat twisted individuals.
These oddballs were deeply grateful to Wen Wen, even considering him a parental figure, promising to not forget his kindness upon waking and to carry forward what he had taught them.
Initially, Wen Wen was pleased, but later sensed something was off.
He wondered if he had unleashed a bunch of perverts into the real world.
...
At the top of Spiral Mountain, there was a bizarre spiral-shaped temple.
In the temple’s center, a beam of light soared skyward, within which hovered a void-like figure.
This figure was pale-faced, clad in a dark divine cannon, crowned with a dark crown, resembling the young man Wen Wen and Tao Qingqing met outside.
He was the whitener of souls, the overseer of illusions, and the lord of dream hells, revered by the Inner World’s monsters as the Illusion Dream Old Immortal!
Every true god possessing the Authority of Dreamland was especially feared by other deities.
The dream world was weird and terrifying, and no one wished to be targeted by such a true god. Whether it posed a real danger was another matter, but you could bet you’d never sleep soundly again.
However, besides being feared, every Dreamland Deity was also prey for the heavenly gods.
Because the Dreamland Realm had no Overlord and its influence was extensive, with vast potential, meaning each Dreamland Deity could potentially unify all authority and become a Supreme Overlord!
Even if dream powers were insufficient to create a Supreme Overlord, unifying the dream forces could create the mightiest heavenly god.
This likelihood is very low, akin to finding a specific grain of sand in a river, but in other domains, it’s zero.
Illusion Dream Old Immortal was just a nickname; this deity’s true name was Yan Zu, originally a Spiritual Realm God of the dream domain.
Thousands of years ago, to evade the pursuit of a heavenly god under Heaven’s Dominator, he fled to the real world, which was not yet sealed and was no different from the ordinary world.
Here, he was worshipped by a Mortal Emperor and began employing his authority in this world.
Before Yan Zu could have his fill of fun, he encountered a black-clad pervert. He didn’t know who this pervert was but understood he too fled to this world.
Both being wanderers from far places, Yan Zu didn’t intend to make things hard, but that guy fought him fiercely for the sake of ordinary humans.
Shattering his divine body and sealing him in a pyramid, Yan Zu’s legend ended abruptly in this world.
To this day, Yan Zu still can’t figure out what was pursuing that pervert.
Because that pervert was incredibly powerful, looking on the verge of death yet displaying more astonishing combat prowess than the heavenly gods.
Could it be a Supreme Overlord chasing him?
After thousands of years, the seal gradually weakened, allowing Yan Zu to escape.
He lay low for some time, only making moves once he confirmed that pervert was no longer in this world.
This world had been eroded by the Inner World; despite having a strong protective barrier, it wouldn’t last long. He only needed to wait here to return to the Inner World and resume being a leisurely deity.
Suddenly, Yan Zu chuckled, sensing a soul departing from his dreamscape.
"To leave my dream hell, one must inherently change."
"Meaning, once these folks leave, they won’t be as troublesome as before."
Yan Zu didn’t feel angry, as facilitating fundamental change through his dream hell was one of his authorities.
Through this process, he could gradually regain his strength; the more who left, the happier he became.
"Tsk, someone’s assisting them."
"To navigate this deeply, this little guy has some skills; let me have a look at his soul..."
Yan Zu’s smile abruptly stopped, realizing he couldn’t see through this person’s soul.
"It seems this world isn’t entirely useless; at least there are interesting folks here."
Yan Zu remained silent, the more he observed Wen Wen, the more familiar he seemed, yet he was sure he’d never met Wen Wen before.
"Good-looking faces are a dime a dozen, but interesting souls are one in a million; meeting such a person isn’t easy, let me engage with him a bit."
Outside the light beam, a body quickly formed from nothing, resembling Yan Zu completely.
This figure bowed to Yan Zu before turning into a stream of light, diving into Spiral Mountain below, heading for Wen Wen’s dreamscape.
...
At this moment, Wen Wen was busy punching and kicking a man.
The one being beaten was a middle-aged man who frequently appeared in various programs, a minor celebrity of ’public intellectuals’.
Wen Wen didn’t particularly dislike this group because the precise definition of a public intellectual is an expert with professional knowledge and academic background, advising society and participating in public affairs as a critical thinker and ethical idealist.
This group distinctly held positive significance, but the man present now didn’t.
Selling anxiety, inciting social conflicts, guiding public opinion through inflammatory statements for attention and hefty profits, these were his main tactics.
Wen Wen always scoffed at such people, even secretly applauding their presence here, so upon meeting, he greeted him with a series of solid punches.