"Dream masters are respected in their dreams! If you want to make progress in the future, you must interfere with other people's dreams... There are many dangers at this level. At the beginning, the target of practicing is better for those with low spiritual wisdom..."

Recalling the inheritance narrative, Fang Yuan's face gradually became solemn.

Those who can enter the dreams of others are called "Dream Entry Master" among the dream masters, and one step later can transform other people's dreams, which is for the "Dream Builder"!

These are the two realms of the Dream Master’s initial level.

Later on, it is the cultivation of manifesting saints, analyzing the rules of reality, integrating into dreams, and turning from virtual to reality.

Overall, the closer it is to the real dream, the closer it is to the rate of time flow to one to one.

"Only when the dream is real can you begin to realize... If you want to reach the level of a teacher, you don't know how long it will take..."

A lay Buddhist inquiring can not only make the dream appear saint, but also form a world of its own and produce a spiritual place.

Even Fang Yuan at this time is a bit unimaginable.

"Invading others' dreams is much more dangerous than your own dreams... Injury and death may damage the divine essence, or even feed back to the true body..."

Fang Yuan came out and looked at the Red-eyed White Bird King, thinking.

...

"Thirt!"

In a daze, a bird egg broke open, showing a chick with few fluff on its body, revealing bright red chicken skin.

It opened its eyes as big as mung beans and felt hungry first.

This power was so huge that it immediately made it follow its instinct and began to peck at the eggshell bit by bit, and then look at its companions around it vigilantly.

Some of them are thicker than themselves, and they first come out of the eggshell. After eating their own portion, they beat their ideas to other brothers.

In the face of cruel competition for survival, the little blood connection that arises from the same family is nothing.

The chicks quickly pecked at their eggshells, making threatening grunts from time to time, without any preparation to share with their companions.

Huh!

Just as a few chicks were crowding and almost fighting, suddenly, a strong wind blew over the nest and a huge bird appeared.

Its feathers are white all over, its eyes are blood red, and there are a few golden feathers on its top, like a crown.

Bang!

After landing in the nest, when the black claws, which were as sperm as iron, was put on, and half of the flesh and blood similar to the deer fell in front of the chicks.

‘Dirty? Why did I know it?’

A faint thought emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness of the young birds, and then was unsurprisingly overwhelmed by a desire.

It smells so fragrant! It smells so fragrant!

The hunger for food caused a blood-red color to appear in the eyes of all the chicks.

"Jiji!"

"Zhazha!"

It quickly stepped forward and pecked at the blood on the deer with the other brothers.

"Chirp!"

The King of Golden Crown Birds made a loud chirping, tearing the meat of the deer into thin strips of meat with his claws and beaks, so that the young birds could swallow it.

Although they are wild animals, they have already shown extraordinaryness at this time. Even if they are only infancy, digesting this little flesh and blood is no problem at all.

"It feels so good to eat and drink..."

Another idea emerged in the misty birds.

Immediately, the physical energy consumed by digesting food made it fall asleep...

...

In the blink of an eye, years passed by.

In the sky of a spiritual land, the grown young birds spread their wings and soared among the blue sky and white clouds.

The young birds grow very fast and their living conditions are also very cruel.

The King of Golden Crown Birds, after it matured slightly with all the brothers, took them to the top of the cliff and pushed them down one by one!

Several spirit birds were thrown into meat sauce because they could not awaken their flight instinct!

Under the fear and pressure between life and death, more spirit birds successfully awakened, flapped their wings, and flew out of the desperate situation of death.

Being able to fly means adulthood is enough to start hunting.

Therefore, its father, the King of the Golden Crown Bird, suddenly and roughly drove it out of the nest with all his brothers.

Every day, driven by hunger, the newly grown white birds have to work hard to hunt prey and build their own nests to prepare for attracting female birds in the future.

Driven by the two original desires of survival and reproduction, the little birds quickly became the most outstanding hunter in the clan. They can get more prey than ordinary white birds every day, and their size has become larger and larger, and their strength may be only below the Bird King.

But many times, the young white birds are still a little confused.

Especially at this time, even though it is used to flying in the air, as if it is instinctively flying, it just feels that its hands should not be used like this.

‘Hands…this is another new word!’

It has to be said that this kind of distracting thought that often emerges taught the white bird to think and made it look more spiritual than other tribesmen.

Even at this time, they were ready to challenge the throne of the Bird King.

Only by being at the highest position on the cliff can you enjoy the greatest power in the clan. This is the lifelong pursuit of every white bird!

And this bird king is the golden crowned white bird.

"Wait a minute...fight for the Bird King? Why do I have to do this?"

A trace of confusion appeared in the white bird's eyes, and that thought emerged again.

"Who am I, where am I from, and where am I going... Am I really a bird? No! No! I have a name...My name is..."

In the sky, the white bird was as stupid as a wooden chicken and fell down quickly.

"Remember it!"

"Remember it!"

"I am a white bird... No! I have seen this red-eyed white bird!"

"I'm not a white bird, I'm Fang Yuan!!!"

"This is... in the dream of the Red-Eyed White Bird King!!!"

...

Many chaotic thoughts, like a mountain torrent, broke through the dam with an unstoppable momentum and overflowed.

"I actually... became a bird?!"

As he fell rapidly, Fang Yuan was amused and crying.

At this time, I wanted to control the bird's body and fly again, but I was a little helpless.

"After all,... it's not my own dream... there's even a backlash... It's so dangerous!!!"

He was still scared of this: "Fortunately, as long as he could wake up once, he would touch the veins and wake up faster in the future... But I don't want to turn into a pool of meat sauce!"

Fang Yuan shouted to the sky, and the birds cried out loud. Suddenly, his wings folded and finally flew up again shakingly.

"It's so dangerous!"

He vented his breath: "This is a dream in the foreign land. If I die of possession, there will be a backlash!"

Click!

However, the next moment he breathed a sigh of relief.

A thunder suddenly resounded, rippling in the sky of the entire cliff, the void shattered, and a terrifying hand emerged.

The big hand had a clear goal and grabbed it directly at the cliff, blocking the void, and no one could escape!

"Damn...if my cultivation level is still there..."

Seeing the Five Finger Mountain pressing down, he was like an ant. Fang Yuan's thoughts were halfway through, and his eyes immediately became dark.

...

Qingfeng Spiritual Land.

Inside the White Bird King's Cave.

Fang Yuan took a few steps back, opened his eyes, and two blood lines flowed out of his nose.

"This is...the backlash of dreams!"

He wiped his nose, looked at the confused red-eyed White Bird King, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just now, I tried to communicate with the Red-Eyed White Bird King by the method of entering a dream, but I was defeated!

Even if it is just a half-enlightened spiritual beast, its subconscious resistance is very terrifying. It not only assimilates his consciousness, but also turns him into a red-eyed white bird, but also has a terrifying dream mystery.
To be continued...