"One final ti!"
Ethan Smith gritted his teeth, choosing a dimr starlight once again.
The world before his eyes expanded once more, and he entered another person’s dreamscape.
This ti, he traversed into the life of an ordinary farr.
He lived a monotonous life in a small village, day after day.
Aside from occasionally practicing so martial arts, he lived a simple farr’s life.
n farm, won weave, living with two children.
His wife was gentle and kind, while the children seed to have boundless energy.
Although monotonous, it was filled with a different kind of warmth.
This life continued unchanged, even after ten years.
At this mont, Ethan Smith was anxious, suddenly filled with dread.
Because he realized his guess was wrong; the dim points of starlight didn’t represent the length of the dreams.
Instead, they possibly represented the strength of the protagonist. For example, compared to the lizard from his first dream traversal, the man in front of him was much weaker. However, Ethan had already been here for nearly ten years, and the dream showed no signs of stopping.
Moreover, although the man wasn’t a cultivator, he himself belonged to the category of a low-level martial artist.
If there were no unexpected events, living three or four hundred years was no problem for him.
That ant Ethan Smith would be trapped here for a long ti.
Ethan’s thumb gravitated towards the Soul-Sealing Ring; he could still feel the cool touch of the ring.
No matter how he tried to activate it, there were still no signs of returning.
Is it over? Does he really have to wait until the man ages and dies in order to escape?
Ethan Smith felt an unspeakable panic; he couldn’t cultivate or ditate here.
He could only silently observe this person’s life. If he truly had to stay for such a long ti, it would be difficult for him to accept.
Nearly fifty years passed by, and Ethan Smith tried countless thods.
Yet, he was still unable to leave, although he discovered sothing new.
Although he couldn’t disturb the dreamscape, he seed capable of influencing the host’s subconscious.
For instance, in the host’s choice between fruits—apples or pears—if Ethan strongly desired the host to eat pears,
then the host was very likely to eat the thing he wanted. At first, Ethan thought this was a re coincidence.
But after trying it nearly hundreds of tis, he realized it was no coincidence.
At this point, he developed the ability to alter the host’s subconscious thoughts.
However, this power couldn’t greatly change the host’s beliefs. For example, if the host wanted to eat but Ethan forcibly tried to make him skip the al, the influence would likely fail.
He started making him think about going into the city, prompting ambitions to beco a rcenary and earn big money.
Finally, during another mission, he encountered a group of powerful bandits, dying tragically under their knives.
Once again, vortices appeared before Ethan’s eyes, returning him to the passage.
This ti he left after nearly sixty years.
It was nearly equivalent to the lifespan of an ordinary person, and Ethan’s expression was incredibly complex.
He didn’t know if he had caused the death of a dreamscape character or an actual person.
Under his influence, the man ultimately died. He wondered how his kind wife and grown-up children would feel upon learning of his death.
Ethan Smith sat silently for nearly a day and a night. If it had been a demon, perhaps he wouldn’t feel this discomfort.
But this ti he traversed into the life of a living man, and this empathetic situation made him feel imnsely vexed.
Sigh!
Ethan Smith suppressed his complex emotions and checked the condition within his body.
The nearly sixty years spent this ti had brought significant changes to the Aura of the Night within his body.
At this mont, the Aura of the Night in his body had nearly doubled in quantity.
Could it be that the cultivation of the Aura of the Night is not only related to dream traversal, but also linked to my attempts in the dreamscape?
Ethan was puzzled because the growth of the Aura of the Night this ti exceeded his expectations.
Moreover, after nearly sixty years of attempts, his command over the power of the Aura of the Night beca smoother.
He gently extended a hand, countless black threads danced from his palm.
Transforming into a shadow, the shadow suddenly vanished on the spot.
At this mont, a trace of confusion flickered in the waiter’s eyes, suddenly feeling disdain for the world.
Without reason, he felt that the fruit-cutting knife before him could solve his troubles.
The next mont, he had already picked up the dagger, fiercely stabbing it towards his neck.
Ding!
A burst of air directly deflected the dagger, sending it flying away.
Fear flickered in the eyes of the waiter; why had he just attempted suicide!
His body trembled like a sieve, the feeling was incredibly terrifying.
It was as if his consciousness was clear, but suddenly, life seed aningless. Had the dagger not been knocked away, he might never have stood again.
"Thank you, revered one, for saving my life!"
The waiter quivered as he kowtowed thanks on the ground.
Ethan retracted the black shadow, finally understanding.
This thing was undoubtedly the most feared by cultivators—Sky Demon.
The power he derived was akin to a Sky Demon, evoking the weakest point deep within a person.
Although he couldn’t directly hit the deep points yet, this was the approximate power of such a technique.
Your appearance signifies the enemy’s demise; you shall be called the Nightmare of Hell.
Ethan extended his hand, touching palms with the black shadow.
It instantly transford into countless threads of the Aura of the Night, entering Ethan’s body.
Ethan fell into contemplation. Just now, after the Nightmare of Hell entered the waiter’s body,
he didn’t need to control, yet the waiter nearly committed suicide.
This ans, once the technique is used, it acts autonomously.
However, the effect it triggers is still uncertain at the mont.
It is estimated that the fear it evokes is related to the intensity of the Aura of the Night.
Ethan secretly speculated, even the strongest people in tribulation,
once confronted with a Sky Demon, it is incredibly deadly.
Almost eighty percent of people fall at this hurdle.
If the power of the Nightmare of Hell can be cultivated to the level like the Sky Demon invoked by heavenly tribulation,
then the enemies he faces would truly have to confront nightmares.
After this attempt, the agreed ti had almost arrived.
Three days of ti had passed, yet he experienced such long cultivation periods.
This made him feel as if he had returned to the world, realizing the path of dreams was truly terrifying.
If there was even one mistake, it might lead to irreversible consequences.
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