Feeling the brilliance of the land of souls, Yang Zhao felt inexplicably at peace in his heart.
Soon, Zhenshan brought her a surprise.
On the night when the fire was lit in Zhenshan, the perspective of the nightmare shifted from the first person to the second person. Yang Zhao finally broke free from the shackles of the nightmare and broke out of the body that was fighting so hard.
The monsters from the sea clan who were fighting in the dream seemed like they couldn't see her, and they were still fighting each other to the death.
The statue of the god in the distance and the pilgrims were still walking towards the statue like ants, and the cry of the child resounded throughout her dream.
Golden mist enveloped the entire sky, suppressing the blood mist below.
Yang Zhao's heart trembled, and he ran towards the pilgrims on both hands and feet, regardless of the fighting around him.
If there was anything Yang Zhao was most afraid of in the dream, it was of course the child's helpless and sad cry, even though she knew it was just a dream.
The distance seemed far away, but it also seemed very close.
She ran to the middle of the team, yelling for everyone to stop, and trying to drag the crying children away from the adults.
But her hand passed through the child's body and came up empty.
No one could hear her shouts.
Yang Zhao couldn't help but stiffen for a moment, and then he began to push the crowd unbelievingly, passing through each other's bodies over and over again.
All of this reminded her mercilessly that all she was doing was just for nothing. Even if she could move, she could only watch those men, women, old and young, with their longing for faith, turning into bones little by little along the long road, step by step. One step towards death.
She was like a madman, shouting in the team but to no avail.
The child's cries for fear of pain bombarded her heart, and her tears bitterened her soul.
Everything told her what hell was.
Yang Zhao was a little dazed and helpless, breathing heavily. She shifted her gaze to the huge statues, and her eyes gradually became firmer.
Gritting her teeth and wiping away her tears, she endured the fear in her heart and quickly passed the pilgrim team.
She didn't know which step it was, but she suddenly found that the flesh and blood on her body began to melt and fall slowly like those in the team. She took a few steps back in fear, and the fear in her heart enveloped her whole body.
It was the first time she saw her own skeleton. It was such a terrifying scene that it made her whole body tremble uncontrollably.
But the child's crying pushed her forward.
"It's okay, this is just my dream. My dream can't kill anyone. Look, I don't feel any pain now."
"Yes, the person who left this nightmare couldn't do anything to me. She is a homeless wild dog. It's just a dream she left behind. What should I be afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid of her, I'm not afraid of Him!"
She moved forward hesitantly and tentatively, one step, two steps, three steps... Slowly, her steps became faster and faster.
"It's okay, look I'm okay."
Finally, she broke through the limit of walking and started running along the line towards the statue.
Her running body went from bloody flesh to pale bones, gradually becoming exactly the same as the others in the team.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream..."
She comforted herself in a low voice, stepped on the white bones and rushed to the foot of the statue, and raised her hand to smash it with overwhelming anger.
She roared, punched and kicked, and even opened her mouth to take a few bites.
But her hand was in vain. If she could be a ghost wandering in the real society, she could not touch anything real and could not affect anything.
The statue still had a weird smile, emitting bursts of divine light and standing in her dream, laughing at everything Yang Zhao did.
"This is my dream, why can't I change it!"
"Why!"
The transition from madness to powerlessness seemed to take only a moment.
"Why can't I wake up..."
"It's okay Yang Zhao, this is just a dream, this is just a dream, it's okay..."
Yang Zhao covered his empty eye circles and sat helplessly at the foot of the statue, ignoring the bones.
"It's okay, it's just a dream. Those people have died long ago, they have died long ago..."
"It's just a dream, I can't save them..."
"It's just a dream..."
"No, it's my dream. My dream is my territory. I can definitely change everything in my dream!"
"I am sure!"
Yang Zhao looked up at the tall statue, gritted her teeth, stood up and kicked it hard, even though she knew she couldn't hit it.
"Sooner or later I'm going to smash you! I won't let you be arrogant in my dreams for too long!"
After crying, Yang Zhao felt that his tense nerves had finally relaxed.
She closed her eyes for a moment to sort out her mood, and then turned her gaze elsewhere.
Apart from the golden sky, the most eye-catching thing is of course the main body of this dream, the battle group that is fighting all the time.
Yang Zhao walked away from the statue step by step and walked towards the chaotic battle group here.
When she was completely out of the scope of the statue, her lonely bones were once again covered with flesh and blood, and her clothes slowly appeared again.
Yang Zhao relied on the fact that no one could touch her, so he moved closer to the front and observed the person she possessed every night at close range.
This is a general wearing a golden helmet and gold armor. His body is covered in black smoke and his face cannot be seen clearly. Among the fighting legions, he is the most conspicuous.
He killed monsters, sea monsters, sea tribes, and even saw plant-based fairies.
Of course he also kills, to be exact he kills all the enemies he faces.
Only tonight, when Yang Zhao got rid of the oppressive feeling of life and death and the mania of murder, did he have time to discover that the things this man killed were a bit mixed. To be precise, there were a lot of types.
When she was trapped in this body, all she could think about was killing people and avoiding the other party's attacks without being killed. As for who she was killing, he rarely thought about it.
Among the things that were killed were many, many strange-shaped creatures, including those with horns and spikes, those with scales and those without bones, everything you can imagine can be found here.
This illusory world with teaching significance fully demonstrated to Yang Zhao what the diversity of species is.
In this nightmare, this military instructor is all about treating everyone equally and killing everyone who comes. There is no protection for animals at all, and there is no mercy.
Only by leaving that environment and looking at it from an outsider's perspective can Yang Zhao discover how powerful this person is.
The black spear looked like a man-eating demon in the general's hand. Every time the spear tip moved forward, it could penetrate into the enemy's body.
Every time he raises his hand and every time he steps forward, he has a purpose. His main focus is simplicity and efficiency, without wasting any effort.
This golden-helmeted general always knows the fatal weaknesses of these species, can always find loopholes in spells, avoid the most dangerous magic weapons, and deal small damage in exchange for the greatest results.
He fought from the sky to the ground, from the shore to the water. There seemed to be no place where he couldn't fight with each other.
Yang Zhao gradually became fascinated by the sight, and her body began to make gestures. In a trance, she once again possessed the general's body.
Yang Zhao didn't know when he escaped from the dream, he only felt the sun shining warmly on his face.
After she washed up, she dragged the dragon gun to an open place and started playing.
It didn't go well for her at the beginning. How to use the gun moves was awkward. She always had to stop and think before she could use her moves again.
Slowly, Yang Zhao's doubts disappeared amid the whining sound of the spear.
Her moves were getting faster and faster, and the spear was flying up and down in her hand, gradually becoming unable to be splashed with water.
Then Yang Zhao injected spiritual power into the dragon gun, and a faint light rose on the dragon gun. The already cold shadow of the gun was instantly enveloped by an invisible bloody air.
Her action quickly attracted the attention of others.
There were foundation-building monks who stopped to watch, and there were also children who were chattering noisily with admiring eyes.
Of course, there are also the little bean people who love to join in the fun.
"The murderous intent of this gun is a bit strong."
"Sure enough, the gun is the king of weapons, it is so powerful and domineering!"
"The stick of the moon, the sword of the year, the gun of a lifetime, these words are not just words, when will I be so handsome."
While they were talking about it, some Xiaodou people couldn't hold back the excitement in their hearts. They found straight branches somewhere and started to follow Yang Zhao.
It's just that Yang Zhao has his own rules for each move. When it comes to this little bean, he looks a bit like a dancing master.
If there is one, there will be two. There is a little bean man who dances like a master, and the others can't help it. After a while, all the little bean men want to make two gestures.
The children on the island who had learned everything followed suit when they saw this situation. If they couldn't find branches on the ground, they broke them off from the trees with their hands.
For a time, the vegetation in this area was inevitably destroyed.
