The two n sparred with words, the battle turning surprisingly fierce.
In the end, Pan Hao gained a slight advantage, winning by a move.
"I won this round, let’s battle again in the afternoon; I’m going ho for a nap."
Conquering this strong opponent, Pan Hao was so delighted that he grabbed his cane and briskly walked away, showing no signs of being a man in his seventies.
Only the hundred-year-old man, known as Number One, was left puzzling over the ga.
He even resorted to using computer AI to analyze his moves and eventually realized his mistakes were fatal, sighing, "Chess is really a young man’s ga."
Outside the window, Pan Hao’s voice called out, "I’m taking that ’dream-inducing incense’ with , I’ll get back to you this afternoon!"
"No need to force it," responded Number One.
"I’ve got plenty of experience, don’t rush," Pan Hao replied from outside.
"Dream-inducing incense," a special type of incense.
As the na suggests, its use is for "dream-sharing"!
Pan Hao was the only human who could contact the "Saint" and had experienced dream-sharing.
Whether the "Saint" and the "Ga" are the sa entity remained unknown thus far.
According to the current clues, the "Saint" could possibly be an even more advanced "Giant Millstone"!
Moreover, the "Giant Millstone" possessed logical capabilities akin to human thought.
This was...quite terrifying!
Among the known Demon Gods, none could fully understand "humans" or human society.
They could only "simulate" human ways of thinking.
But however much they simulated, it was never true understanding.
Just as a computer’s powerful calculations can never truly grasp human wisdom, no matter how advanced, it couldn’t appreciate the enjoynt and rules of chess.
Yet, this "Giant Millstone" seed a bit different.
It seed to completely understand human society and could communicate with humans seamlessly.
A wise Demon God!
The ergence of this unknown phenonon caused so tension within the Black-clothed Guard, yet they were helpless.
After all, information about the "Giant Millstone" was scarce, even the Laplace Demon wouldn’t reveal anything.
Now, as the "Ga" might be challenging "Wangxu" in a contingency, with calamities breaking out on the moon above, humanity had to try every possible thod. anwhile, they could also probe how the "Giant Millstone" reacted to humans.
With this in mind, Number One sighed softly and waited for the investigation on the moon to proceed.
One thing led to another, truly an endless cycle.
He rubbed his temples.
Getting old, poor rest just led to headaches.
Perhaps a nap would help? Maybe another ga with Pan Hao in the afternoon?
...
...
Pan Hao returned ho, freshened up, and in the room where he worshiped the Saint, he lit the dream-inducing incense.
The originally cracked statue of the Saint naturally repaired itself.
"A lot has happened indeed. Following your guidance in my dream, the young lady Feng Ling has beco the dean of Qingtian Hospital, and she is doing well here."
"The power of that terrifying Demon God is also being continuously drained by us."
He muttered a string of thoughts.
"I’ll take a nap right here."
Pan Hao pulled up a lounge chair and leaned on it.
The faint scent of incense, similar to that burned in temples, filled the room, making his eyes heavy, his eyelids drooping.
Yet, his mood was sowhat uneasy.
Unsure if it would work.
He opened his eyes and glanced at his phone.
"It’s half past twelve, just the right ti for a nap.
"Ti to sleep."
Pan Hao squinted his eyes, gradually falling into a deep sleep.
...
In a blink of an eye, he found himself back in the deeply morable, mist-enshrouded "Paradise Village," although the surrounding scenery was sowhat blurred.
There, he was squatting in a large pit with a child.
Pan Hao looked at his own hands, unable to see the lines on his palms.
"Yinng Fragrance... Is this a dream?"
At that mont, the child across from him woke up.
"Hey, isn’t this Paradise Village?" the child said with a bit of surprise.
Pan Hao was a bit confused, uncertain whether this child was an avatar of "Saint" or a fignt of his dream.
He stamred, "Yes, yes, how did I co back here?"
"Pan Hao, long ti no see! You seem to be doing well, over seventy this year, right? How is your health?"
"Very good, and you look spirited."
Wang Hao felt very strange because he clearly rembered that he was taking a nap.
He faintly heard Pan Hao calling him, and thus he dread of this scene.
He couldn’t help but look around, sizing up the surrounding scenery, which was indeed the forr Paradise Village...
"A lucid dream?"
He even felt a bit excited!
Since high school ended, he had not had a lucid dream.
Actually... he had the magical ability to control lucid dreams.
"Since I’m seeing you again, I’ll teach you a thod to control dreams," Wang Hao said with a smile. "Once you learn this thod, you’ll be omnipotent in your dreams."
...
Pan Hao gritted his teeth.
He saw a dark golden flow of light emanating from the other’s eyes.
This flow of light was as radiant as the sun!
...
"You need a ’trigger’ action to confirm whether this is a dream or not."
"This trigger must be sothing you can’t do in reality. For instance, right now, I believe that I am..."
...
Pan Hao shivered all over, seeing the flow of light in the other’s eyes expanding even more.
In the next instant, the other’s body began to expand limitlessly!
Within a few short seconds, it expanded to the size of a mountain.
This insane expansion continued, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached planet level!
Wang Hao broke through the world of Paradise Village and arrived at the Etheric Abyss.
Poor Pan Hao beca a tiny ant beneath his feet, quivering in a pit.
"What is this?!!"
He was sweating profusely, and despite knowing he was having a nightmare, he couldn’t wake up. His whole body trembled, wanting to cry for help but not daring to make a noise.
...
Wang Hao looked down at his palm, the massive golden light enveloping his body, as radiant as the sun. The lines on his palm were as profound as the Mariana Trench. He believed his current power could easily suppress Sun Monkey like The Buddha.
As for suppressing "Falsehood," it was also a breeze, not worth ntioning?
If not, he could just grow bigger.
In the next instant, he changed back.
He couldn’t possibly kill Old Pan along with him.
In a dream, one shouldn’t kill acquaintances, right?
...
"Understood? As soon as I trigger this, I’m invincible. Lucid dreaming, isn’t this how it’s played?"
Wang Hao didn’t know why he had to explain this to a dream NPC.
After all, what was said was said.
As for the trigger of a lucid dream, what was it?
The answer is simple—
Ultraman!
During his teenage years, Wang Hao was an Ultraman fan, always wanting to beco Ultraman, but could only dream about it.
Such a juvenile term, even facing an NPC, couldn’t be said out loud!
...
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