Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

The safest way to obtain information is from those extraordinary beings in dreams.

He had almost managed to extract some information about becoming an Extraordinary from Valentine, but unfortunately, the appearance of that Extraordinary from the Hand of Eternity ruined the whole thing.

But Chris had no idea how to re-enter that real dream world.

As Chris pondered, he suddenly looked up at the "star" floating on the lake.

At that moment, the light emanating from that star began to flicker, and Chris seemed to sense some kind of unease emanating from it.

……

Inside the Torchbearer's basement beneath Madison Asset Management, Benjamin sat on a walnut-colored wooden chair, his hands clasped in front of his chest trembling uncontrollably. His brow was furrowed, his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and his face had turned somewhat pale.

He now deeply regrets entering the astral plane at this time.

Having just woken up from a dream, he suspected that there was something wrong with his memory sea. He originally planned to transform into a star spirit and enter the star realm to find a quiet place to sort out his memory sea.

The astral realm is mostly quiet and empty, filled with mysterious stellar power, making it the preferred place for most extraordinary individuals to meditate and recuperate.

However, entering the astral plane requires a specific ritual, which itself consumes extraordinary materials. Maintaining the astral body's existence in the astral plane also requires a continuous consumption of the materials prepared during the ritual.

If the materials are insufficient, the astral beings will be unable to remain in the astral plane.

Otherwise, most extraordinary beings would love to live in the astral plane.

But as soon as Benjamin's astral spirit entered the astral plane, before he could even find a place to meditate, the once empty and tranquil astral plane suddenly trembled violently. Countless terrifying murmurs and strange noises caused Benjamin's astral spirit to instinctively stop in place, not daring to move.

Just as the tremor ended and Benjamin was about to leave the Astral Plane and return to reality, he suddenly felt a wisp of pale mist appear on his Astral Body.

This wisp of pale mist seemed almost imperceptible, but no matter how much Benjamin's astral body struggled, it could not break free. The method that had always worked so well to leave the astral plane had completely failed.

Immediately afterwards, Benjamin's astral body sensed an immense, indescribable gaze upon him.

Benjamin's consciousness froze for a moment, and when he came to his senses, his astral body had already appeared on a body of water surrounded by mist.

These mists felt almost exactly the same to him as the mist that had previously trapped his astral body.

The terrifying gaze continued to emanate from above, relentlessly sweeping over his astral body.

Benjamin dared not make any move, nor did he even think about anything unnecessary.

He had never encountered such a situation before, nor had he ever heard of any being that could directly pull other people's celestial bodies from the astral plane to another place.

He even doubted whether the Holy Spirits could do that.

As is common knowledge among extraordinary beings, the astral plane is not controlled by any Holy Spirit.

It is precisely because those supreme beings cannot affect the Astral Plane that it has become a sacred place for many extraordinary beings to meditate and recuperate.

But now, this common sense has been shattered.

Benjamin instinctively wanted to pray to the Holy Spirit Echo Wall corresponding to the holy path he was walking on, but he felt that doing so under that terrifying gaze would be nothing short of a provocation.

He now regarded the being casting that terrifying gaze from above as being on par with the Holy Spirit.

He even had a vague feeling that the other party might be even more terrifying.

……

Chris sensed the uneasy emotional fluctuations emanating from that star, and he also felt a touch of awe within that unease.

Chris was somewhat puzzled by this anthropomorphic emotional fluctuation.

"Could it be that this star has its own consciousness?"

As Chris thought this, he became increasingly curious about the star and the starry sky beneath the lake.

Just as Chris was trying to see if he could communicate with this star that had its own consciousness, he suddenly felt something.

Chris looked at the lake on the other side. This time, he didn't close his eyes completely, but instead slightly closed them and entered that wonderful state.

In this state, he saw a star emitting a faint white light, shrouded in a layer of dark yellow light.

Chris sensed a very familiar feeling from the dark yellow light curtain, a feeling even stronger than the pale mist that had enveloped the previous star.

The star, enveloped in a dark yellow light curtain, flew straight toward Chris's location.

Although in Chris's eyes, this star was very close to him and was constantly moving closer to him.

But from an observer's perspective, that star in the astral plane looks like a headless fly, flying around aimlessly.

Chris watched the stars steadily approaching him, and a thought crossed his mind: without his permission, the other party would absolutely not be able to enter this mysterious space he was in.

The next moment, Chris had a sudden thought.

When he opened his eyes again, the star emitting a faint white light had already appeared on the surface of the lake.

The dark yellow light curtain had long since disappeared from the star.

Above Chris's right palm, a patch of dark yellow mist was floating silently atop the tower.

As Chris watched the constantly flowing and changing yellow mist in his hand, he sensed something and, under his mental control, the yellow mist suddenly stopped changing.

The next moment, the yellow mist began to contract and solidify, turning into a piece of dark yellow silk-like cloth.

Chris looked at the irregularly shaped piece of cloth in his hand, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"What is this?"

Although he felt very familiar with the piece of cloth in his hand, he really didn't know what it was or what it was used for.

Perhaps sensing Chris's doubts, an invisible wind seemed to blow around the piece of cloth above his palm, and the cloth began to flutter continuously.

At the same time, Chris also felt a cool breeze brush against one side of his cheek.

His pupils contracted slightly.

A hint of curiosity flickered in Chris's eyes.

He instinctively felt that what was moving the piece of cloth in his hand was not just the wind, but something else, awakening from the depths of the cloth's texture.

But that feeling quickly disappeared.

The cloth stopped churning and then disintegrated into a dark yellow mist.

The mist dispersed and expanded in Chris's hands.

The pale yellow mist, which had become extremely thin, began to float slowly around Chris.

From an outsider's perspective, these faint yellow wisps undoubtedly added to Chris's air of mystery.