Huo Yuhao from The Peerless Tang Sect is incredibly talented.

As darkness fell, the evil forces in the city had been largely wiped out in the outer city, while Huo Yuhao, representing the nobles in the inner city, remained untouched for the time being.

Huo Yuhao has other plans for the criminal gangs in the inner city.

After the cleaning was completed, most of the robots began to enforce the curfew order, and everyone returned to their respective places.

Meanwhile, the victims rescued from the clutches of the evil forces were placed in the city lord's mansion.

The victims suffered terribly; some were emaciated, while others had various limb defects, festering sores on their lower bodies, some had their skin peeled off and sewn onto with dog skin, and others were tortured by evil spirits.

Huo Yuhao had also made preparations in advance, using his mental power to create an open space in the city lord's mansion to settle everyone.

Huo Yuhao waited until nightfall to pull them into a dream, using the dream as an anesthetic to heal all beings.

Night fell, and Huo Yuhao closed his eyes. His vast spiritual power, like mercury, swept across the entire city—not as an attack, not as a plunder, but as an invitation. He gently pulled all the sleeping people into the same dream.

The dream began.

The beings of Tiandou City began to enter a dream, and they heard a voice.

The Metaphor of the Sun

In a dark cave lived a group of people who had never seen the light. A wise man who had seen the sun described to the cave dwellers life under the light and the greatness of the sun. Seeing that they could not understand, he lit a fire.

At this moment, all beings saw light in their dreams.

Tie Tou was a beggar orphan who didn't remember his real name.

All he remembered was that winter when he was seven, his parents stuffed him into the sewers of Tiandou City and never came back. By the time he was fifteen, he had learned to read people's expressions, to snatch leftover water, and to wrap his tattered cotton-padded coat tightly in winter to keep himself from freezing to death against the wall.

But in his dream, he pushed open a door.

Behind the door was a small room with a stove, hot soup, and a bed covered with clean cotton blankets. Two sets of bowls and chopsticks were on the table. A woman with double pupils turned around from beside the stove, smiling, and said, "You're back? Wash your hands and eat."

Tie Tou stood there, stunned. He didn't recognize the woman, but her hands, her eyes, the tone of her voice when she called him—he knew what that meant.

He held the bowl, his hands trembling. Not because he was cold, but because he never knew that the combination of "being full" and "going home" could make him want to cry.

He stepped out of the house and saw that the entire street was lined with houses like this. There were no haughty noble carriages, no patrolling guards overturning stalls, and no one spitting on him because of his tattered clothes. An old man selling steamed buns even offered him two: "Take them, it's free, everyone gets some."

Tie Tou squatted in his dream, munching on a steamed bun, and then burst into tears.

Wu Yong is forty years old, and his soul power has been stuck at level forty-two for six years. In his youth, he was also full of vigor and thought that with his martial soul, he could definitely reach the threshold of Soul Saint.

But the reality was: no background, no resources, no one to guide him, and he couldn't even afford a decent soul skill manual. He poured all his savings into hunting soul beasts, nearly dying twice on the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, only to obtain soul rings that were barely usable.

In his dream, he stood in front of a mountain.

There was no hunting ground, no fighting; the mountain walls were etched with the veins of soul power, each line glowing. The moment he reached out to touch them, the soul power within him, dormant for many years, suddenly surged forth like a thawing river.

Levels 43, 44... kept breaking through level 50 without any bottlenecks or costs.

Someone was waiting for him at the mountaintop. An elderly man with double pupils, whose face was obscured, handed him a booklet: "This is your path; you choose it yourself."

Wu Yong flipped through the pages, each one revealing cultivation paths he had once fantasized about but never dared to utter aloud—control, offensive, support, and even a path of fusion he had never considered. He looked up and saw the mountain path crowded with people: young, old, rich, and poor, all climbing equally, no one pushed off, no one barred from entering.

He suddenly realized that it wasn't that he lacked talent, but rather that the door had never been opened for him before.

Lin Lang knew he was a disgrace to his father. The second young master of the Lin Marquis's mansion in Tiandou City, the son of a maid, didn't even deserve to be listed in the family genealogy.

He had seen his father smile at his elder brother—gentle, proud, as if admiring a satisfied work of art. But towards him, there was only indifference, occasionally tinged with annoyance: "You have good potential, but don't forget your place."

In his dream, he saw a man.

The man wasn't as imposing as his father; he wore a casual robe, had double pupils, and his hair was a little messy. He was clumsily making a kite in the yard. Seeing Lin Lang, the man smiled and waved, "Come on, I don't know how to handle this string, can you help me?"

Lin Lang stood there, his throat feeling like it was blocked. He had made kites before, many times by himself in a corner of the outskirts of the courtyard, but he had never had the chance to fly one with anyone.

The man seemed to see through his hesitation, walked over, squatted down, and looked earnestly into his eyes: "I've never flown a kite before. Can you teach me?"

The sky in his dream was very blue. The kite flew very high. Lin Lang clutched the spool of string and suddenly felt a lump in his throat. This person had given him fatherly love.

This dream lasted all night.

In his dream, the beggar of Tiandou City saw a granary that would never be locked; the flower girl saw a market where she didn't have to pay "street vendor tax" to the patrol team; the woman who had been beaten by her husband for many years saw a piece of paper with a "divorce agreement" written on it and a road leading to the distance; even those high-ranking Soul Douluos saw a pure land of cultivation without sectarian infighting or resource monopolies.

That night, all beings had the sweetest dream of their lives.

But dreams eventually end, and dawn breaks.

The returning travelers ignite a spark for the people of Tiandou City, waiting to be ignited.

Inside Heaven Dou City, Huo Yuhao suffered a great deal. That night, Huo Yuhao micro-manipulated the dreams of millions of people in Heaven Dou City, acting as both father and mother, teacher, son, grandson, and lover, directly transforming into all living beings to create a perfect dream for them.

Not only that, Huo Yuhao also treated the patients in the City Lord's Mansion of Tiandou City at night, keeping him busy non-stop.

Huo Yuhao still has two more days of dreams to weave.

Once the triple dream ends, Huo Yuhao will have enough faith power to embed the virtual realm into Douluo Continent, making it an inseparable part of the Douluo Continent.

My previous upgrades to the Void Realm were enough to make it the core of the new world of Douluo Continent, preventing it from collapsing or being rejected by Douluo Continent.

As for why it was rejected by Douluo Continent, it was mainly because Huo Yuhao, through the system, stuffed something into the virtual realm, and the insufficient spiritual power of all living beings would cause Douluo Continent to suffer from indigestion.

In Tiandou City, the people began to discuss and ask each other questions.

Is that true?

No one answered. But that morning, the talk of the town in Tiandou City was no longer about gossip and prices, but about one question.

Does that world really exist?

Inside the city lord's mansion, Huo Yuhao, through mental detection, saw the aspirations of all living beings and couldn't help but smile.