209: Chapter 2: Entering the Dream_2 209: Chapter 2: Entering the Dream_2 He was descending into a lightless darkness, heading toward an area that was both unknown and familiar.
Pin-like thoughts convulsed in his brain, and the stinging sensation awakened mories from not long ago.
He had experienced this feeling before, in mid-February, when he drove Yan Qi’s Ink Sword into his heart…
He was on his way to the depths of his heart, plumting towards the place where the Final Sword was sealed.
Unlike last ti, this ti Gongsun Ce only passed a very short ti before feeling the solid ground beneath his feet.
He saw a blur before his eyes and found himself standing in front of a familiar door.
The iron door bore the number 707, the very place he resided in the Sky City.
The darkness contained only a lone door standing by itself, like a scene’s misplaced texture in a ga.
He looked around and noticed so wondrous dots of light not far from himself, colorful and dazzling.
As soon as he paid attention to them, the lights started to dance, reflecting bizarre objects that instantly captivated him, drawing him closer without thinking…
Gongsun Ce quickly diverted his eyes back to the door.
He still rembered the dream-entering precautions taught by Yan Qi.
“To seek the True Spirit, one must enter the dream; where there is no light, the heart’s sea turns into a deep abyss.
All the wondrous things are but illusions; the plain and unchanging is the true essence…” That was the spell taught by the artist in black, and what he rembered even more clearly was the straightforward explanation: The heart without Spirit Light is as dark as the abyss, full of all kinds of chaotic stuff.
Stay away from all that seems abnormal, and look for the most familiar symbol.
A key appeared out of thin air in Gongsun Ce’s hand, and as he unlocked the door, he wondered what would happen if he really encountered those dots of light.
Could it drive one insane, or even lead to genuine madness?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seed.
He shivered and quickly stepped through the door into the dream.
The dizzying feeling ca over him once more, but this ti Gongsun Ce was slightly more accustod to it.
He found that the lights in his living room were not on, yet it was incredibly lively, with four people huddled around a square table in the dark, engaged in so activity.
Upon seeing Gongsun Ce, they chorused, “You’re finally here, Gongsun Ce.
Everyone’s been waiting for you!”
The Superpower User kept a steady expression and smiled, “Sorry to keep everyone waiting; give a mont to turn on the light.”
As the words fell, the lights turned on automatically.
The room brightened up, allowing him to see the faces of the four guests.
Directly facing him was an indistinct mosaic, its shape constantly trembling, like an old television screen that had lost its signal, or a video file that had ssed up and been transported into the real world.
The mosaic monster emitted a girl’s voice, “Wow, it’s so bright!”
The contrast made Gongsun Ce shiver.
He hurriedly turned to the other three people, only to find that none of those sitting in his ho looked remotely human!
“Awoo!” Sitting to the left of the mosaic creature was a wild beast-shaped fla, burning his beloved furniture and roaring repeatedly, incapable of speaking any human language.
To the right floated a large white robe, stained with dirty blood, beneath which there was nothingness where a body should be, and where a face should have been, a half-gold, half-gray beautiful mask was affixed.
Through the mask, the robed figure watched him with a smile in its voice, “Having nightmares again, Gongsun?”
It was hard to claim this was anything but a nightmare.
A child seeing their ho like this might cry themselves awake.
Gongsun Ce chuckled, “Hahaha, how could it be, Mr.
Gongsun here has been having quite good sleep quality lately…
Thanks for your concern, Mr.
Shiyu.”
The robe creature casually accepted the na and started discussing the topic of card gas with him.
It seed like the guests were in his ho playing a card ga, just missing one more player.
“Gongsun Ce, we’re just missing you~” “Won’t you join us for a ga, Gongsun?” “Awoo, awoo!” The three creatures warmly invited him, while the one that had been facing away from him remained silent.
Gongsun Ce scrutinized the last monster, which appeared particularly unusual: it wasn’t even a living being.
It was a person-height piece of wood, into which countless cold weapons were densely inserted, their sharp tips facing everything but the wood itself, which also had the other ends of the weapons pushed into its own body.
Atop of the wood was a piece of crude crayon drawing, fixed with tape, depicting a childishly drawn smiley face.
Gongsun Ce felt even chillier.
He forced a smile and said, “Everyone’s dressed quite uniquely today, eh?”
“You look different from usual too!” the mosaic creature cheerfully said, “I have a mirror, want to take a look?”
He firmly rejected the offer, with an almost brusque tone.
The monsters didn’t get angry; they just kept on inviting him over and over to “play a ga.”
Gongsun Ce almost agreed on the spot.
He genuinely thought it was a good suggestion and even unconsciously took a couple of steps forward, but he still rembered his purpose.
“Just a mont, I need to pick sothing up from my room.”
With that casual excuse, he headed for the bedroom door—
“Ah Ce, are you going inside?”
At that mont, a familiar voice ca from behind.
As expected, it was Qin Qianbai’s words.
“If you go further in, you’re going to encounter sothing unpleasant,” the young lady’s voice warned, “It might make you sad.”
Gongsun Ce fell silent for a few seconds.
“Thanks, Miss.
I’ll just take a quick look inside, and I’ll be right back.”
Suppressing the urge to look back, he pushed open the bedroom door and stepped in without turning his head.
In an instant, the disorienting feeling of the scene shifting surged anew.
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