Chapter 1607: Section 1608: What about you?

The air is just right, with the soft warmth of the sunshine draping over the body, accompanied by a gentle breeze that flutters the strands of hair dangling over the shoulders.

The weather is delightfully pleasant.

But Xiliu herself is unable to feel at ease.

She still doesn’t know where this place is. She doesn’t even know if this is reality or a dream.

If this were a dream, it would be too real; the cool touch of the breeze on her fingertips, the varying heights and dispersion of her hair when it fluttered, and the light and shadows under the cover of the clouds – these details had never been simulated in any dream she had had before. Moreover, the most important thing was that she was able to think deeply.

It looks just like reality, but it’s only “like”.

Because if this really were reality, she would be hesitant as she can’t sense any form of energy. Not only is there no trace of Magic Power in the wind, but the connection to the Mind Space is also faint, and even her ability to manipulate the elemental transformation of water has disappeared.

She is now as weak as a Mortal, or rather, she is actually a Mortal.

This condition doesn’t feel like reality at all.

“If this is a dream, then I should still be in my own dream,” thought Xiliu. In a lucid dream, she should be able to change her environment. Why not try altering her surroundings?

But in the end, Xiliu failed. She couldn’t make any changes to her surroundings.

“Could this place not be my dream, or could it actually be reality? Or am I actually still in a battle with Onassis, trapped in an Illusionary Realm created by Onassis?” Xiliu’s mind raced with possibilities.

While Xiliu was deep in thought, suddenly footsteps approached from not far away.

Xiliu quickly turned to look.

Behind her, a figure had appeared, she didn’t know when, and was slowly walking toward Xiliu.

Without her spiritual power for perception, Xiliu could initially only see the silhouette of the approaching person; it was only when he was quite close that Xiliu noticed that the newcomer was actually someone familiar.

“Angel? Did Onassis drag you in here too?” Just before, as Xiliu’s mind was wandering, she thought she might be in an Illusionary Realm created by Onassis, so she subconsciously blurted this out upon seeing Angel.

Angel: “… Eh?”

After speaking, Xiliu covered her mouth: “I just got confused. What I meant to say was, how come you are here?”

Could it be that this isn’t an Illusionary Realm created by Onassis, but one created by Angel? Xiliu muttered to herself. With Angel’s abilities, it was possible to create an Illusionary Realm that could block her powers.

Angel wore a wry smile: “You think this place is an Illusionary Realm?”

“Isn’t it?”

“Of course not.” Angel shook his head: “This is a dream.”

Xiliu instinctively shook her head; this place was too real to be a dream. It wasn’t like a dream at all, and besides, if this were a dream… “Are you a figment of my imagination?”

Xiliu bowed her head and muttered, “I clearly don’t like Angel, so why would I think of him in a dream? Could it be that I’m influenced by Shan?”

Angel looked at Xiliu talking to herself, pressing his temples which started to throb. He hadn’t noticed this kind of monologue trait in Xiliu before; moreover, she was doing it in front of others.

“You didn’t dream of me; I brought you into my dream,” said Angel.

Xiliu looked at Angel suspiciously; she still didn’t quite believe it.

Angel sighed and explained again: “I’ve learned some tricks of dream manipulation; I simply constructed a Dream Bridge and brought you into my domain.”

Seeing Angel’s expression, Xiliu hesitated: “Is this really a dream?”

Why does it feel so real, and her thoughts are as clear as when she’s awake? Completely unlike the dreams she had herself, was this an Illusionary Realm created by an Official Wizard?

“Of course, this is the Illusionary Realm. What do you think about it?”

Xiliu nodded: “If this is a dream, it’s too fantastic. My thoughts are rarely this clear…” In reality, due to physiological reasons, even after she woke up, there was a period of grogginess, and it took some time to fully awaken. Therefore, to have such clear thoughts, she had to not only fight against sleep but also against her physiological weariness, which was very rare.

“If I could always have dreams like this, that would be great.” Xiliu felt very emotional; even if she had no power in this dream, her thinking was unimpeded, and she could ponder many questions, making up for wasted time while sleeping.

Angel: “Perhaps your vision will come true sooner than you think.”

Xiliu looked at Angel with hesitation. Although she did indeed enjoy this type of clear-minded dreaming, she felt it would be rather awkward to enter Angel’s dreams every night.

Angel didn’t explain further. They were in the Wilderness of Dreams, and he brought Xiliu here just to see her attitude.

As it appears now, the effect is pretty good. Xiliu immediately noticed the difference between the dreams she had and the Wilderness of Dreams.

As for the future, when the Wilderness of Dreams is opened on a small scale, Angel would definitely reserve a spot for Xiliu. As a friend, he hopes the Wilderness of Dreams can be of help to her.

“I brought you to this dreamscape this time because there was something I wanted to ask you,” Angel said.

Xiliu looked at Angel, paused for a moment, and then confirmed again: “Are you really Angel?”

“Of course, in reality, you’re still in the infirmary. Nausicaa, Shan, and others are by your side.”

“I’m in the infirmary? It seems that I indeed lost to Onassis.” Xiliu contemplated for a moment, then asked: “My injuries… are they severe?”

“Not severe, there’s even no apparent injury inside your body,” Angel shrugged, “That’s also why I came in to ask about your situation. What exactly happened on the arena? Why did you suddenly fall asleep even after taking the potion beforehand?”

“Actually, I’m also very confused,” Xiliu pondered for a moment: “I found that as soon as I try to recall the arena, my memories start disappearing really fast…”

The situation described by Xiliu also matched the news Angel got from Sabo; people who fought against Onassis typically lost some or all memories of that fight.

Xiliu paused: “However, maybe because we’re in a dream, the memories aren’t fading fast. It’s just the memories about Onassis that are slowly being covered with a layer of Dust. If you really are Angel, that’s good. While I still remember, you could help me record it.”

Xiliu recalled the scene at that time–

The face of Onassis had blurred, but the other details of the arena, Xiliu remembered.

That included the Pattern on the ground of the arena, the calling of the audience around, and the whisper that came with the wind…

Xiliu recounted the entire competition by herself, she did not notice anything wrong throughout, only the whisper in the wind made her wonder.

The whisper in the wind didn’t sound like a person speaking, it seemed more like a message brought by the wind.

This feeling was like a person walking alone in an alley, and when passing by a courtyard, he catches the scent of flowers. The wind wafts through the garden in the courtyard, carrying the fragrance out, tempting the passerby to stop and reminisce.

At that time, Xiliu’s situation was exactly like this, but what the wind brought was not the scent of flowers, but a whisper.

The content of the whisper was a sentence–

“The earth nurtures all life, the cycle of the sun and moon signifies the passage of time, the lighthouse represents the nadir, the stars signify the distant. The cold Rin wind brings frost, and the drifting fire sheds its clothing.”

“And you?”