American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"This is absolutely the most perfect base, twice!"

"It needs to be thickened! x2"

"It's thicker so it can hold more! x2"

The voices of Xiu En's main body and his newly returned light and shadow clone overlapped.

Although the two voices were highly synchronized in content, there was a subtle time difference, creating a stereo bombardment on Bruce's eardrums.

Not to be outdone, Ivy, who was not far away, was equally determined.

They used the same overlapping voices to comment on that primordial energy.

"The fiber structure needs to be restructured twice."

"It must be able to withstand high-intensity tensile stress. x2"

Bruce pressed his throbbing temples.

"stop."

Blues energy gives one's voice a penetrating quality.

"Now that you're all back, could you please turn off the stereo? This isn't an opera house."

Xiu En slightly reduced the overflowing golden light, and the projection instantly and perfectly overlapped with his physical body. The echoing effect finally disappeared, and he returned to his lazy, single, and critical voice.

"You don't know how to appreciate it. This is called divine resonance."

Xiu En pursed his lips and turned his attention back to the fabric in his hands.

"But it doesn't matter. How about this, is there enough material to make a new trench coat?"

"The materials are top-notch."

Bruce glanced at the mass of energy radiating a pure glow.

"But even though I don't know anything about tailoring, I know that making clothes isn't just about having fabric."

He pointed at Xiu En, then at the design drafts that Ivy had listed.

"You need those big pockets, the lining, and the stitching that can withstand your kind of high-temperature self-destruction. You need buttons, you need needles and thread. Simple energy shaping is convenient, but it lacks texture."

"really."

The sunflower slightly touched its flower head.

"Ordinary thread simply cannot sew through this amazing material; it will either be assimilated or burn through as soon as it's threaded through. We need a special thread that can maintain its toughness even under high temperatures and extreme tension."

"Wire?"

A brighter light shone from Xiu En.

He slowly closed his eyes, once again relying on his intuition to perceive the vast multiverse.

"I can smell it!"

Xiu En opened his eyes.

"Several excellent lines!"

The divine fire on his body surged again, and the Great Sun Projection Technique, which had just stabilized, immediately began to operate at overload.

"Trust my instincts, Bruce!"

Xiu En grabbed the bewildered sunflower Ivy, who was still on his shoulder, and tore open a shimmering, bizarre, and chaotic passage in the air with his fingertips.

"Little Flower, since we're short on thread, let's go borrow some of the strongest thread in the world!"

Xiu once again demonstrated his terrifying ability to act.

The golden light exploded again, transforming once more into a stream of light that rushed towards the next unfortunate world.

The golden stream of light abruptly stopped in the dimensional rift, creating a dazzling burst of photon sparks.

Xiu En floated in the bizarre chaos, his eyes slightly narrowed and his nostrils twitching, like a discerning diner standing at a crossroads.

His intuition told him that the lines in three different worlds were a good fit for him.

Something's not right.

He reached out and gently touched the three faint trails that appeared in the void in front of him with his fingertips.

"These are real threads. They not only sew clothes together, but it feels like they can sew together something more abstract, like sewing my appetite and my afternoon nap together?"

The sunflower on his shoulder reminded Xiu En.

"Shuen! Don't touch them! Those threads connect to dreams, desires, and even destiny itself! I think this is beyond the scope of your clothing making!"

Ivy's voice was full of warning.

This level of existence is a taboo subject that is avoided even in the main dimension of DC.

If you touch them, you may be entangled in karma that you can't shake off.

"Tch, coward."

Xiu En curled his lip indifferently, becoming even more excited instead.

"The thread that can sew up fate will surely be sturdy enough to sew my pockets. I think it was specially made for my new coat!"

The void before Xiu En split into three distinct paths, each exuding an irresistible aroma of ingredients.

1. [The Red Pulsation]

A red line, thick with a sweet, metallic scent. It pulsates like a blood vessel. At its end lies a palace of flesh and blood, like a human heart. The aroma is filled with primal allure, a tangled web of desire and madness.

That is where the source of all desires resides.

Xiu En commented: "It smells so good, like a spicy hot pot broth with top-quality spices. This kind of yarn must be very chewy, but I feel like wearing it would make me want to do bad things. I don't like it."

II. [Gray binding seam]

A dark, heavy, dusty chain. It connects to an endlessly stretching garden labyrinth. A blind old man wanders about, carrying a book. The threads are the material binding that book, etched with inevitable cause and effect.

Xiu En commented: "It's too hard, like beef jerky that's been dried for tens of thousands of years. If I could cut a piece of its chain to use as a belt, it would be really cool, but I don't like this kind of inherent taste."

III. [The Weavers of Dreams]

A road made up of countless lines of colorful pebbles.

The end seemed to be a majestic yet ever-changing castle, the air filled with old books, damp moss, and a kind of drowsy ink smell.

Hugh's intuition told him that there was a melancholy man in a black trench coat who possessed the needle and thread to mend all the broken stories in the world.

Xiu En commented: "That kind of thread looks soft and fluffy, but it feels like it can sew anything, and it also has a built-in sleep-inducing effect. I wonder if it can solve the problem of some people having insomnia under the sun."

The golden light forced its way into the membrane of this dimension.

When Xiu En's feet touched the ground, he saw an ordinary asphalt road.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and occasionally a few cars drove by, their drivers yawning.

In a roadside convenience store, the clerk is idly flipping through a magazine.

Everything was outrageously normal, even exuding an atmosphere of boredom even more oppressive than Gotham City.

"This place is kind of ordinary, isn't it?"

Xiu En kicked a small pebble on the roadside with some disdain, and the pebble rolled into the sewer.

He wondered if he had been misled by his intuition.

"Where's the thread I asked for? Do I have to go to that convenience store and buy a roll of cotton thread?"

"Shut up, don't look with your naked eyes."

As a plant, the sunflower is far more sensitive to its environment than Xiu En.

On a deeper level, there was a suffocating sense of stagnation.

"Look at it with your divinity. This world is awake, but it is also dead."

Xiu En raised an eyebrow, the golden fire in his eyes flickering slightly, as he switched his observation perspective.

In an instant, the once ordinary street changed its appearance.

The pedestrians passing by, the driver yawning, the convenience store clerk—all of them had wisps of silver light emanating from their heads.

These lines meander upwards, disappearing into the void, connecting to that bizarre and fantastical dreamland.

"Oh ho."

Xiu En whistled and reached out to gently touch the nearest thread. The thread was like a long-dried vine, crumbling and falling at the slightest touch.

"Is this the cable I'm looking for? The quality is questionable."

"It's not a quality issue."

Ivy directed Xiu En's body to move towards the direction where the silver lines converged.

They passed through the illusion of the city and arrived at a huge gate standing at the end of the wasteland.

It was a magnificent gate carved from horns and ivory.

The Gate to Dreams.

But at this moment, the door was wide open, and the hinges were covered with a grayish-black, fibrous substance resembling a spider web.

Two mythical beasts that were supposed to be guarding this place.

The griffin and the dragon were nowhere to be seen, leaving only two empty bases covered in dust.

Xiu En stepped forward and reached out to wipe the door.

"What a big house."

He looked up at the castle behind the door, which, though still magnificent, exuded an air of decay.

"But why does it feel like one of those unfinished buildings that went bankrupt and the owner absconded with the assets, only to be seized by the bank?"

He crouched down and picked up a handful of sand that should have been sparkling with starlight.

The sand in his palm was dull and lifeless, like burnt-out coal ash, crumbling into powder with the slightest touch.

"Is this the filler I've been looking for?"

Xiu En clapped his hands in disdain.

"This stuff won't help you sleep, it'll give you pneumoconiosis if you inhale it."

"This is serious."

Ivy looked at the castle that seemed to be crumbling in the void.

"This is a misstep."

"The rules of the dream are still there, but the person who made the rules is gone."

"Morpheus, Lord of Dreams".

"He has disappeared. The dream of this universe is dying."

Ignoring Ivy's warning, which seemed to be strangling him, Xiu En swaggered over the dusty threshold.

The hall was eerily empty, with only the echoes of footsteps repeating themselves.

The Throne of Dreams stands alone on the high platform, like a tombstone forgotten at the end of time.

"It's too deserted."

Xiu En frowned and reached out to touch the armrest of the throne.

Cold? Dead silence? It exuded a gloomy atmosphere that made Xiu En feel uncomfortable.

"Shouldn't dreams be warm and cozy? No wonder everyone's having nightmares with this kind of temperature."

He turned around and plopped down in the seat that belonged to Morpheus.

"Since the owner isn't here, I'll reluctantly help him turn on the heating in this house."

The golden divine fire, unrestrained, poured wildly into the core of the entire dream kingdom, following the patterns on the throne.

In an instant, the castle lit up.

It's like the blazing sun shining directly on the equator at noon.

If the dream world is a giant server, then Shuen is the terrorist who threw a Molotov cocktail into the server room.

The once lifeless Dream Sand was instantly ignited, turning into scalding golden sand.

The withered threads flickered wildly as if electrified, transmitting an overload of information to the minds of every connected individual.

That night, countless people were awakened from their dreams, and the only thing they had in common was...

They all felt very hot, and in their dreams there was a radiant person shining.

"Shuen!! Stop right now!!"

Sunflower Ivy woke Xiu En with a tap of the ruler; her leaves began to curl under the intense heat.

Xiu En blinked, looking at the dream creatures around him who were originally shivering from the cold but were now spontaneously combusting from the high temperature, and finally realized that he seemed to have turned the temperature up by a tiny bit.

He sheepishly withdrew his divine power and jumped down from the throne.

The once gloomy hall was now like a freshly baked oven, the air distorted and filled with a burnt smell.

"Uh? Sorry?"

Xiu En spread his hands out to the void.

"I just thought this place was too dark and wanted to help everyone get some calcium. Who knew your equipment here would be so heat-sensitive?"

He kicked away a red-hot brick at his feet, and Ivy continued to pull him away from there.

"Alright, alright, I won't sit here anymore, okay?"

Although it was a misunderstanding, the infusion of divine power at that moment was not without its benefits.

In the instant that golden flame flowed across the entire dream network, Xiu En keenly detected a trace of aura concealed by some powerful restriction.

That aura was different from the decay here.

It was trapped in a place filled with glass and the greedy desires of mortals.

"Although I didn't get the thread, I found the end of it."

Xiu En closed his eyes and locked onto the coordinates.

"Since no one is home, the person in question must have gotten lost outside."

He opened his eyes and smiled.

"Let's go, Little Flower, let's go dig out that unlucky guy who ran away from home."