Chapter 1335

Tianlong was on the verge of slowly opening his eyes, but he sensed something was amiss.

After his "Xin Nian" gradually recovered, he could still perceive that many people hadn't been subjected to "Ru Meng." These individuals were scattered throughout his thoughts, and their numbers were incredibly vast.

It seemed he had indeed made a mistake earlier, overlooking so many people.

While the "Xin Nian" that Qinglong had imposed on him was still in effect, Tianlong began to "Ru Meng" everyone he could perceive on a large scale. He continuously drew from their memories to create incredibly realistic dream spaces.

That sticky sensation of "Xin Nian" appeared once again, and with such a massive number of people, Tianlong couldn't even afford a brief rest.

His "Ru Meng" seemed to be held back by something, forcing him to pour his "Xin Nian" into it completely.

Some people's "memories" were far larger than expected, instantly draining a great deal of his "Xin Nian." He wondered what exactly had happened in the last two days in their memories.

This time, no accidents occurred; every "Meng Jing" that was created was a complete world bustling with traffic and crowds.

However, each time Tianlong performed a large-scale "Ru Meng," he found that some people were left out, so he had to repeat the process of crafting the dreams.

Having expended so much "Xin Nian" at once, Tianlong's thoughts began to grow chaotic.

Once the last person's dream was finally crafted, he slowly opened his eyes, turned to look at Qinglong behind him, and noticed that Qinglong's face was also deathly pale.

"What on earth are you doing... Tianlong..." Qinglong weakly withdrew his hand. "Why do you need so much 'Xin Nian'...?"

Tianlong had no idea where the problem lay, but fortunately, they had managed to get things back on track.

"Perhaps it's because I was forcibly awakened, and I've been struggling to clear the chaos from my mind," he said. "So, you need to behave yourself and stop pulling any tricks. If you force me awake again to clean up your messes, things could get even more dangerous next time."

Qinglong shook his head helplessly upon hearing this, saying nothing more.

"At least it's all sorted out now..." Tianlong said, swaying as he stood up. "While I still have a shred of sanity left... I'll go rest..."

Qinglong and Tiangou could only follow behind, worried that Tianlong might collapse while stumbling along.

"Hey... Hurry up and start selecting the new 'Shengxiao'..." Tianlong said with his last bit of strength.

"Alright." Qinglong nodded. "You go rest. I'll handle this with Tianshe."

"Tianshe...?" Tianlong paused for a moment.

Tianshe stood by the wall, his hair disheveled.

He adjusted his glasses, his gaze flickering uncertainly, and replied, "I'm here. Don't worry..."

"Mm... Good..." Tianlong's thoughts were muddled, but he still nodded in satisfaction.

Leaning on the wall, he made his way step by step toward the throne room.

The noisy sounds in the corridor began to fade as the "Shengxiao" members started erasing all traces of the "rebels."

They had two days to clean up the entire area. As for the shattered walls and floors that had been damaged, they were sealed off under Dilong's organization as temporary restricted zones, waiting for several "Lun Hui" cycles for Tianlong's "Qiao Wu" to slowly repair them.

The many "Shengxiao" members moving about declared that the victors this time were still the "rulers."

A massive rebellion had ultimately fizzled out on the tenth day, as expected.

After two days of respite, the sun of the first day would rise again.

No one could escape from this place of despair, just as in every "Lun Hui."

All the "Shengxiao" members would welcome the new "participants" in a refreshed state, and this cycle would never end.

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(The book is complete...)

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Wait.

No... Hold on.

Tianlong stood at the door of the throne room and slowly came to a stop.

An uneasy feeling enveloped him, as if something wasn't right.

Where was Baiyang's dream?

And not just that—upon closer thought, there were far too many inconsistencies.

Had everything really been fully resolved and set back on course?

The sheer bizarreness of the situation left him almost unable to move.

A few seconds later, he turned back stiffly like a puppet, looking at the two behind him, a chill running down his spine.

Qinglong and Tianshe were standing not far away, both looking puzzled.

Tianlong struggled to maintain his composure, narrowing his eyes as he pondered for a few seconds—what exactly was wrong?

He felt as though his "Xin Nian" had been overly depleted, causing everything to feel disordered.

So... was it his mind that was chaotic...

Or was the world itself chaotic?

He slowly turned his gaze to Tianshe.

Tianshe was still Tianshe, with his messy hair, thick glasses, and flickering eyes.

But wasn't that strange...?

"Tianshe..." Tianlong fought to control his rationality, asking with slight uncertainty, "Have you been here all along...?"

"Me...?" Tianshe looked confused. "Tianlong... what's wrong with you...? There's only been the two of us in this room all along..."

Tianlong's expression froze for a moment, then he turned to Qinglong.

This room... only two people?

No... that wasn't the issue...

"Tianshe, didn't you just say something about 'treasured grandson'...?" Tianlong's voice trembled slightly; he felt things were spiraling out of control.

"Me?" Tianshe hesitated. "'Treasured grandson'? What 'treasured grandson'?"

"I..." Tianlong pressed his temple with a hand, his face full of confusion, trying hard to recall what had happened since he arrived in this room.

Ever since he released "Lijie," things had been getting stranger and stranger.

"Hold on... You... Just now..." Tianlong seemed to remember something. "Aren't you Tiangou...? How did you become Tianshe?"

"I'm Tiangou." The man in front of him said, "When did I become Tianshe...?"

Tianlong looked up in bewilderment and saw that it was indeed the plump Tiangou standing there.

An eerie silence filled the room; no one spoke, but everyone seemed to have questions.

"Hold on..." Tianlong stepped back slowly, a surge of extreme unease rising in his heart. "Hold on... Wait a minute..."

"Tianlong... what's going on with you?" Qinglong asked from the side. "'Xin Nian' depleted too much?"

"This isn't about 'Xin Nian'..." Tianlong said with a hint of panic. "What's wrong with me...?"

"What 'Xin Nian'?" Tiangou asked from the side. "Tianlong... you've been mumbling to yourself since earlier. Are you really okay?"

Hearing this, Tianlong's thoughts began to explode.

He absolutely couldn't fall asleep now—there were way too many problems.

He looked at Qinglong, doing his best to stay clear-headed, and said, "Qinglong... ever since you and I met... it seems no one has spoken to you... right?"

"What...?"

"It feels like only I can see you..." Tianlong gradually calmed down. "You're pretending to talk to others... but no one's responding to you... right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qinglong frowned. "Am I real or not—can't you tell for yourself?"

Tianlong slowly raised his hand to his forehead. "This isn't right... Qinglong... I asked you to cast 'Jian Mo' on me earlier, but I could still hear the noisy sounds in the corridor. Think about it—you haven't released any 'Xian Fa' from the start... You're not Qinglong at all... What exactly are you?"

"How could that be..." Qinglong chuckled lightly. "I'm Qinglong, of course..."