The anomaly Wen Wen discovered was beneath Delia's bed. One of the floor tiles had a different color than the rest.
After lifting that tile, Wen Wen found something resembling a green, translucent vine.
At the tip of the translucent vine was an eyeball the size of an egg. After rolling around twice, it fixed its gaze on Wen Wen.
The previously, almost imperceptibly thin vines suddenly thickened by dozens of times, and their numbers quadrupled. The entire room was within their attack range.
Each vine had countless sesame-seed-sized mouths. Wen Wen had no doubt that if he were touched by these things, he would lose a considerable amount of flesh and blood.
The aura of these things was discordant with the surrounding environment and completely unlike a nightmare's style.
Their coincidental appearance here made it hard for Wen Wen not to connect them with the comatose cases.
The vines' offensive was fierce. Ordinary higher-order superhumans would likely have been completely consumed by them when they started to expand.
However, Wen Wen was prepared. As soon as they launched their attack, he had already retreated outside the window.
Then, he took a deep breath, his abdomen expanding unnaturally, and he spewed a mouthful of scorching flames into Delia's room.
The temperature of these flames reached tens of thousands of degrees, exceeding the surface temperature of the sun. Under normal circumstances, it would not be easy for Wen Wen to produce such heat, but this was a dream, and it was not difficult for him to achieve this.
The vines struggled in the flames, withering away bit by bit, leaving only a section beneath the bed, which had completely lost its vitality.
Wen Wen returned to the room, looked at the remaining piece of translucent vine, took a deep breath, and activated his nightmare ability to descend again.
Unlike before, his ability succeeded this time, meaning that near these vines, there was a passage to deeper layers of the dream.
After a strange squeezing sensation, Wen Wen arrived at an indescribable place.
Everywhere were rapidly changing color blocks. These color blocks were countless streams of powerful energy, some in strips, some in circles, and more were strange, indescribable shapes.
In this strange area, Wen Wen could feel himself rapidly weakening, indicating that this was an absolute forbidden zone even for nightmares.
However, this place seemed to hide a great secret. Those strange color blocks bore some resemblance to the external appearance of the containment facility that Wen Wen had occasionally glimpsed.
But Wen Wen did not investigate further. In his current condition, if he lingered here for too long, he might be forced to wake up and leave the dream.
Beside him, he saw a semi-transparent green vine that kept extending downwards.
Wen Wen followed the direction of the vine and quickly descended. On his way, Wen Wen saw many vines heading in the same direction. Each vine should represent a comatose person.
After advancing for about an hour, Wen Wen finally saw something with a concrete form again: an immensely vast mountain range, spiral-shaped, with eighteen layers.
Wen Wen carefully recalled that the "hell" described by the deity in the mural was this mountain range turned upside down.
"I've found the right place... but this also means I'm about to face a Cataclysm-level expert, and on their territory."
Frankly, in such an environment, Wen Wen had no confidence in winning, but he still intended to investigate. If things went wrong, he would just forcibly wake up.
Now that he was a nightmare, he should be able to protect himself within the dream.
Following the vine all the way to the outer layer of the mountain range, Wen Wen felt another barrier. He activated his nightmare ability again and finally drilled into this strange mountain.
This descent process took much longer than expected. When Wen Wen finally landed, he found himself in a primeval forest.
Tall trees were everywhere, clear streams flowed briskly through the mountains and forests, fish in the water were clearly visible, and the air was very fresh. He could smell the fragrance of grass and trees when he breathed.
"The environment here is quite good. Although I don't really like nature, it would be quite comfortable to live in a place like this."
"Could it be that those people weren't brought here to suffer, but to enjoy themselves?"
Wen Wen prepared to fly up and survey the surroundings but found himself rooted to the spot, a cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
His strength had vanished!
"No wonder I felt something was off... So that's how it is. This place is deeper than the bottom layer of the dream, and my strength cannot penetrate here for the time being."
"It's possible to forcibly recover my strength, but doing so would mean I would be ejected from this place."
"This place is troublesome. If I encounter an enemy before recovering my strength, I'll just have to flee ignominiously."
Wen Wen pondered for a while and decided to investigate discreetly before recovering his strength.
Delia was just an unremarkable figure among tens of thousands of comatose people. Investigating Delia might not alert that mysterious deity.
Without his strength, Wen Wen didn't know where to find Delia, so he decided to let others find him.
He found some dry animal dung nearby, lit it, and thick black smoke rose into the sky. As long as someone saw the smoke, they might come looking for him.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, Wen Wen sensed someone approaching. However, it wasn't just one person as he expected, but a group.
A group of men with feathers on their heads, wearing leaves for clothing, and with meaningless patterns painted on their bodies in white pigment, carrying seemingly primitive weapons, surrounded Wen Wen.
Wen Wen greeted them cheerfully, "Hello everyone, I am..."
"Seize him!"
Before Wen Wen could finish his sentence, these people pounced on him ferociously.
Even without his abilities, Wen Wen was a seasoned superhuman, capable of dealing with a "Leaf Master" with his bare hands.
A groin kick, an eye poke, a strike to the throat – using a set of low-level combat techniques, Wen Wen routed these primitive-looking fellows.
Whoosh!
A needle as long as an index finger pierced Wen Wen's neck. Wen Wen turned his head and saw a primitive blowgun dart.
Without his strength, Wen Wen had no resistance to this poisoned dart and immediately fell unconscious.
The primitives swarmed forward, bound Wen Wen tightly like a pig, carefully extinguished the fire he had lit, and carried Wen Wen away in one direction.
Although his body was unconscious, Wen Wen's consciousness was still clear. Due to physical limitations, he was easily subdued by these primitives, but his consciousness was still equivalent to that of the top powerhouses.
Seeing that the primitives had no intention of killing him for the time being, Wen Wen did not forcefully rouse himself. He wanted to see what these people intended to do, perhaps that way he could reach Delia.