As Wen Wen cracked more and more dreams, he became increasingly adept at navigating the Spiral Divine Dreamscape.
During this process, he encountered many fascinating dreams.
One dream belonged to a victim who was a master of online debates. He typically commented on news articles, advocating for the death penalty for even minor offenses.
Consequently, his personal hell was governed by the very topics he had debated.
The death penalty was the minimum sentence for watching inappropriate content, spitting in public, insulting others, or even missing the toilet bowl when urinating in a public restroom.
He lived there like a robot, afraid to commit even the slightest transgression.
When Wen Wen arrived, he incited the man to engage in widespread illegal activities, ultimately throwing the dream's rules into disarray.
Another victim was a thief. His hell was a world where everyone was a thief, and anything he acquired would be stolen within an hour.
Wen Wen transformed into a enforcer, allowing the thief to direct him in reshaping the city's order. Once no one dared to steal, the dream naturally collapsed. Su Dan Novel Network.
There was also a domestic abuser whose dream featured women with the prowess of "Master Ye." He became the victim of domestic violence.
As Wen Wen grew stronger, he also created a series of strangely twisted individuals.
These individuals were extremely grateful to Wen Wen, viewing him as a rebirth parent. They all promised to remember Wen Wen's kindness upon waking and to carry forward what he had taught them.
Initially, Wen Wen was pleased, but later he felt something was amiss.
He worried he might have unleashed a horde of perverts upon the real world.
At the highest level of Spiral Mountain stood a peculiar, spirally shaped divine temple.
At the center of the temple, a beam of light shot skyward, within which floated a spectral figure.
This figure had a pale complexion, wore a dark divine robe, and a dark crown. His appearance was identical to the young man Tao Qingqing and his companion had encountered outside.
He was the soul whitener, the administrator of illusions, the master of dream hell. He was revered by the monsters of the inner world as – the Huan Meng Lao Xian!
Any True God who possessed the authority over dreams was greatly feared by other deities.
The dream world was bizarre and terrifying. No one wanted to be targeted by a True God with dominion over dreams. Regardless of the danger, sleeping soundly would become impossible.
However, alongside fear, every dream deity was also a prey for the celestial gods.
This was because the dream domain lacked a supreme ruler, and dreams exerted a wide-ranging influence, possessing immense potential. This meant that every dream deity had the possibility of unifying all dream authorities and becoming the supreme overlord!
Even if the power of dreams was insufficient to produce a supreme overlord, unifying all dream powers would be enough to become the most powerful celestial god.
This possibility was extremely low, lower than catching a specific grain of sand from a river at random. However, in other domains, this possibility was zero.
Huan Meng Lao Xian was a nickname. The true name of this deity was Yan Zu. He was once a spiritual god within the dream domain.
Thousands of years ago, to escape a celestial god under the Heavenly Lord's command, he fled to the real world, which was not yet sealed and indistinguishable from ordinary worlds.
After fleeing, he was offered worship by a human emperor and began to exert his authority in this world.
Before Yan Zu could fully enjoy himself, he encountered a pervert dressed in black. He didn't know who this pervert was, but he knew he was also fleeing to this world.
Fellow wanderers in distress, Yan Zu did not intend to trouble the other man. Unexpectedly, the other man engaged him in a fierce battle for the sake of ordinary humans.
He shattered Yan Zu's divine body and sealed him within a pyramid. Yan Zu's legend in this world abruptly ended.
Yan Zu still couldn't understand what had been chasing that pervert.
This was because the pervert was incredibly powerful. Despite appearing half-dead and on his last leg, he could unleash combat power more exaggerated than that of a celestial god.
Could the one chasing him be a supreme overlord?
Thousands of years passed, and the seal gradually weakened, allowing Yan Zu to escape.
He first went into hiding for a period. Only after confirming that the pervert was no longer in this world did he emerge to stir up trouble.
This world was already being eroded by the inner world. Although it was protected by an extremely powerful barrier, this barrier wouldn't last much longer. He only needed to continue waiting in this world to return to the inner world and resume his life as a carefree deity.
Suddenly, Yan Zu chuckled. He detected a soul detaching from his dreamscape.
"To leave my dream hell, one must undergo a fundamental change."
"That is to say, after these individuals leave, they will no longer be the scoundrels they were before."
Yan Zu felt no anger, as causing fundamental changes through his dream hell was one of his authorities.
Through such actions, he could gradually recover his strength. The more people left his dreams, the happier he became.
"Tsk, someone is helping them."
"To delve into such a deep dreamscape, this little fellow has considerable skill. Let me examine his soul..."
Yan Zu's smile abruptly ceased. He discovered that he couldn't see through this person's soul.
"It seems this world is not entirely without merit; at least here there are interesting people."
Yan Zu remained silent for a long time. The more he observed Wen Wen, the more familiar he seemed, yet he was certain he had never met Wen Wen.
"Beautiful souls are a dime a dozen, interesting souls are one in a million. It's not easy to meet someone like this, so let me go and have a play with him."
Outside the beam of light, a body rapidly took shape from nothingness. This person's appearance was identical to Yan Zu's.
This figure cupped his hands in a salute to Yan Zu, then transformed into a stream of light and plunged into the Spiral Mountain below, heading towards Wen Wen's dreamscape.
Wen Wen was currently beating a man.
The one being beaten was a middle-aged man, who often appeared on various programs as a well-known 'public intellectual.'
Wen Wen did not inherently dislike this group of people. The precise definition of a public intellectual was a knowledgeable person with professional knowledge and an academic background, an actor who speaks out for society and participates in public affairs, and an idealist possessing critical spirit and morality.
The existence of this group clearly had its positive significance, but the man before him lacked it.
His primary occupation was to sell anxiety, incite social conflict, and guide public opinion with extreme rhetoric to attract attention and earn a fortune.
Wen Wen had always disdained such people. Seeing him appear here, he even clapped his hands in silent approval, so upon meeting him, he immediately landed a series of blows.