Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 29: Wang Yi was extremely "lucky" in his encounter with the demonic cultivator.

Wang Yi glanced at the people around him, then reached out and snatched a bag.

"Stop thief!" the man shouted.

Wang Yi flew up right in front of her, skimming along the glass facade of the tall building in front of him, and finally arrived at the observation deck on the rooftop.

Looking down from the observation deck, the vehicles on the ground appeared to be the size of tiny ants.

Jumping from that height would definitely wake him up.

With this conviction, Wang Yi took a step forward—then came to an abrupt halt.

This scene looks too real; what if it's actually true?
So Wang Yi floated forward into the air, making sure he was suspended. In the real world, he couldn't even move a feather with a thought—he hadn't even learned that, so he certainly couldn't fly.

Once he was certain that it was a dream, Wang Yi gave up levitation and began freefall.

The next moment he sat up on the bed.

Elsa turned her head and looked at Wang Yi with a puzzled expression.

"I had a nightmare," Wang Yi said casually, making it up.

He was quite certain that the bag he had just taken hadn't been brought out. He wondered if it was because things from one's own dream couldn't be brought out, or—

Alternatively, it can only bring out things that other people brought into the dream through the Dreamwalker's ability, so that nothing is created out of thin air, but simply moves from the hands of a sleeping person to the hands of an awake person, which is equivalent to teleportation.

No matter how you look at it, this is more reasonable, and even complies with the law of conservation of mass—the fact that the behavior in a cultivation world follows the law of conservation of mass is something that even the most picky rationalists can't find fault with.

Elsa: "You're a monk, you don't dream."

Holy crap, I forgot about that.

Wang Yi: "I... have been pulled into the collective unconscious space again."

Actually, no, he just entered someone else's dream.

Elsa sat up: "Theoretically, that's impossible. Your birth date and time are protected. Even if the dream walker of the demonic cultivator gets your hair, it's impossible for him to forcibly pull you into his dream."

“Unless something unusual happens to you, you generally won’t dream. You saw us being attacked in the cafeteria the other day. You went through so many terrible things, but you didn’t dream and slept very soundly.”

...So my birth date and time were protected.

Come to think of it, modern people write their birth date on their ID cards, and then just by listing the time of birth, one can deduce their birth chart. Without some protection, it would be too easy to be cursed.

It seems that modern cultivation of immortality already has a set of theories for defending against spells.

Elsa stared at Wang Yi: "So what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing much, I just can't sleep because of anxiety," Wang Yi mumbled, and lay down again.

Elsa: "Fine, anyway, the Department of Conviction and the Department of Psychology are watching, they'll find out immediately if you run into trouble."

Elsa then lay down again, yawned, and closed her eyes: "Goodnight."

"Good night."

Wang Yi closed his eyes.

The next moment he appeared on an empty street.

This time, the setting isn't a metropolis; it looks like a county-level city that hasn't seen much development in 20 years, frozen in time with the appearance of the early 2000s.

The place where Wang Yi is now seems to be one of those streets that every school has, with shops along the road selling textbooks and magazines, stationery stores, arcades, and two pool tables outside.

There were many snack shops, as well as pickled sauerkraut sold on tricycles on the street. You could buy a plate for five cents, squeeze on some garlic chili sauce, and eat it with a bamboo skewer.

Although no sign was visible, it's reasonable to assume that the internet cafe is hidden in some dark corner of this area.

Wang Yi knew this style; it seemed to be called "Chinese Dream Core".

He first tested whether the scene could be changed at will.

The conclusion is no; here, the Dreamwalker's ability only allows him to fly.

Therefore, this is a space of collective unconsciousness, a public dream.

Wang Yi walked forward cautiously, pondering as he went: the reason such a scene would occur must be because these are collective memories of a generation.

If that's the case, then what about that scene from yesterday's Hengdian film set?

Is it because everyone is watching period dramas lately?
Wang Yi took a few steps and suddenly remembered that he should first look for something that could determine his location.

He flew up and looked down at the entire scene.

This time, instead of the glowing nine-story pagoda, there was an old water tower.

This is probably the tallest thing in the whole "town".

Wang Yi flew towards the water tower, while carefully observing his surroundings using his Qi-gazing ability.

Until he flew to the top of the water tower, he couldn't detect any moving targets within the range of his observation.

Strange, it's said to be the collective unconscious, a shared dream, so why is no one active?

As Wang Yi was thinking, his sense of aura detected a very faint reaction.

This reaction was as weak as that of an ordinary person.

An ordinary person who stumbled into this place?

Wang Yi leaped into the air, gripping his pistol as he flew toward his target.

The target was a man in his forties, who was yelling into his phone: "Idiot, I'm fed up with cleaning up your messes! I don't care who your son is! I quit!"
"I'm not paying the mortgage anymore! I'm not paying my son's tuition either! He shouldn't have gone to such an expensive private school in the first place, I'm transferring him to a public one!"

Wang Yi circled around the man several times, but the man didn't see him at all and just kept shouting.

After saying it once, he started again from the beginning: "Idiot, I'm fed up with cleaning up your ass!"

Wang Yi understood that this person was dreaming, but he hadn't directly entered the dream; instead, he had seen him in a shared dream.

With a "let's give it a try" attitude, Wang Yi approached the man.

The scene then shifts to the interior of a company.

The man was standing in what looked like a manager's office. The door was open, presumably because the secretary responsible for pouring water was inside.

"I'm fed up with cleaning up your messes!" the man yelled at the man sitting behind the desk, who was clearly a generation younger than him. "I don't care if you're the chairman's son, I quit!"

As he spoke, the man slammed a stack of documents onto the young man's desk.

Wang Yi remembered seeing this man in the public dream, wasn't he holding a phone and yelling into it? Now it's turned into a face-to-face confrontation?
Is this change normal?
Just as he was wondering what was going on, the man who was in the middle of his outburst suddenly saw Wang Yi: "Who are you?" Oh no, the person in question had found out.

In the movie *Inception*, the premise was that once the original inhabitant was discovered, his self-defense mechanism would trigger an attack against the intruder.

The next moment, the door suddenly opened—yes, it was open just now, but now it's open again.

A group of police officers rushed into the room with stun guns: "Don't move!"

Before Wang Yi could move, the police rushed up wielding spiked clubs.

Damn it, what kind of nonsense is this?

Wang Yi pulled back to create some distance, and ended up crashing into the glass curtain wall of the company's office building, shattering it with a loud crack—could a physical body really break that? Even dreams need a little bit of logic!
Most importantly, Wang Yi had cuts from broken glass, causing him to bleed profusely.

Wang Yi ran wildly, but the scene suddenly changed, and he was "caught" again, as if the manager's office behind him had suddenly caught up with him.

Can the owner of a dream change it at will?
Wang Yi made a decisive decision, abandoning the hovering and falling downwards.

The next moment, he was back on the street filled with dream-core style.

The 40-year-old man stood motionless in the same spot.

Wang Yi circled the man once to make sure the man had returned to not seeing him, but this time he didn't speak and didn't have his phone in his hand.

Does this mean that in the public dream world, there are many people dreaming, and touching their bodies allows one to enter their personal dream world?

In personal dreams, if one behaves too abruptly, it may make the dreamer realize that they have been invaded and trigger their defensive instincts to attack the intruder.
They need to prove that I can only go in one more time.

Wang Yi touched the man, but nothing happened.

Then the man gradually disappeared, as if he had been teleported away, judging from the image.

Has this man woken up?

It makes sense that they will disappear from the public dream once they wake up.

Wang Yi flew up, looked at the location of the water tower, and began to fly in the direction away from the water tower. Soon he found another human.

This time it was a woman, who was humming happily, "I like anything you give me, XXX!"

Upon hearing the name of a certain popular celebrity, Wang Yi frowned—could this be the legendary dream girl of a star?
Wang Yi was somewhat reluctant to watch her dream about being intimate with a popular celebrity.

Just then, his ability to observe qi detected a high-speed moving target.

The target exudes a strong spiritual aura, so it can't possibly be an ordinary person.

Moreover, it seems that ordinary people are unable to move quickly and over a wide area in the unconscious space of the group.

He's a cultivator! And very likely another Dream Walker!
Wang Yi wrapped his coat around the hand holding the pistol, remaining cautiously on guard.

The other party headed straight for Wang Yi.

Suddenly, Wang Yi had a guess, so he flew up and quickly left the girl who was dreaming.

As expected, the Dream Walker went straight for the girl, completely ignoring Wang Yi.

Perhaps this guy doesn't have any detection capabilities, so he didn't discover another "colleague".

Wang Yi watched as he approached the girl, grabbed her head, and muttered, "Hmm, it's a pity she's not very good-looking, otherwise I could have taken a peek."

Gan, he's a demonic cultivator.

In an instant, Wang Yi made his decision and raised his gun to fire.

With a snap, the bullet grazed the demonic cultivator's scalp.

"Damn it!" the demonic cultivator shouted. "By the law, retreat!"

Suddenly, ripples of spatial distortion appeared around him, and with a snap, the demonic cultivator vanished completely.

Wang Yi remained on high alert, repeatedly searching his surroundings with his Qi-observation supernatural ability.

The demonic cultivator's aura had completely disappeared.

It seems that Wang Yi's sudden firing of the gun scared away the demonic cultivator.

Wang Yi looked at the PPK pistol again, thinking to himself that this thing was surprisingly useful!

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"Holy crap!" Demonic cultivator Li Le sat up abruptly. "Damn it! The company bastards tricked me!"

No one responded to Li Le's exclamation in the empty rented room.

After calming himself down a bit, Li Le picked up his phone and saw a notification that he had received a new message on the office software DingTalk.

"Damn it, how come I can still receive new messages on DingTalk at this hour?"

Despite grumbling, Li Le still opened the app and checked the messages.

Li Le's company, called Qiangguang Biotechnology Co., Ltd., is actually a cover company established by the secret society of demonic cultivators, Weiguang Alliance.

All the activities of the association were disguised as normal business operations of a company.

The message was sent by the alliance leader: Today, Kunyu Energy Group suddenly began investigating the "Micro Light Alliance." The Dream Walker who escaped yesterday is definitely related to the company. Everyone must be on high alert and be vigilant. Don't just focus on refining the ordinary people you find.

The collective unconscious space is enormous and divided into a large number of different "sections". Therefore, although the population density in the human dimension is huge and the number of dreamers is large, they are still extremely dispersed in the collective unconscious space.

For a dream traveler, the norm is to wander through the dream world all day without encountering a single soul that can be refined.

However, the benefits are also very obvious. Refining one's soul in a dream does not cause immediate death. The person who has been refined will drift through life in a daze until the end of their life.

Furthermore, since there is no strict correspondence between the collective unconscious space and the real world, the people who are refined will be randomly distributed throughout the entire human dimension.

Therefore, it is much more difficult to detect when a Dream Walker refines a soul than when they are a regular demonic cultivator.

The downside is that the power gained during the refining process is much lower than that of ordinary demonic cultivators.

Li Le stared at the message for a few seconds, then opened his phone's keyboard and typed in by hand: "When I was refining my soul just now, I encountered another righteous Dream Walker who ambushed me."

"Luckily, his pistol missed."

After sending the message, a reply came immediately: "What kind of pistol was he using? Did you recognize it? Was it a Walther PPK?"

"Sorry, I was in such a hurry to run away that I didn't recognize you," Li Le admitted frankly.

"Useless!" the alliance leader cursed succinctly.

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