The Magician of Cultivation

"Illusion?"

Li Yu frowned, sensed it carefully for a moment, and then shook his head in denial.

"No, this is not an illusion."

Then, his expression changed drastically, "This... This is, a dream world?"

Illusions are different from dreams.

The illusions all have plots pre-set by the caster.

Then they take advantage of all kinds of desires, fears, greed and other emotions in people's hearts to deceive the minds of those who enter, making them deeply trapped in it, thinking that they are in the real world.

For example, the triple illusion that Li Yu experienced during the Dragon Clan’s primary trial selection.

They are designed to take advantage of human desire for money, beauty and power.

The illusion requires the use of props or formations, and has extremely obvious fluctuations in spiritual energy, which can be considered to be traceable.

Moreover, the illusion is affected by the personal strength and knowledge of the person who creates it, and its power also varies.

The stronger the individual's strength and the more knowledge they have, the more real the illusion will be and the more powerful it will be.

vice versa.

But dreams are different.

Dreams are not pre-set, they are generated based on people's subconscious thoughts.

Simply put, the person who creates the dream is the person entering the dream.

In a dream, the person entering the dream is aware of the individual.

Many times, you even know that you are in a dream, but you just don’t want to wake up.

Therefore, dreams are far more terrifying than illusions.

"I didn't expect that demon's innate magic, 'Nightmare', could actually create a dream world."

Li Yu combined Bruce's previous words and immediately understood everything.

After absorbing the memories of the sorcerer Klein, Li Yu knew that many powerful races or monsters in this world were gifted with magic.

For example, the abyss demon in front of us, the dragon clan, and so on.

"This is the dream of Liu Hanfeng's wife."

He had seen this small courtyard in Nan Yanwu's memory.

However, that was from Nan Yanwu's perspective, but now the perspective clearly belongs to the woman lying on the bed.

"If we want to break this dream, we must make Liu Hanfeng's wife wake up on her own initiative. Otherwise, we will all be trapped here."

Li Yu frowned, and then he was stunned.

Since this is a dream, what role does he play?

As soon as he thought of this, his eyes blurred and the scene changed rapidly.

Then, a noisy sound came into my ears.

People kept coming in and out of the bedroom, and their footsteps were very chaotic.

The room was filled with the sound of a woman screaming in pain and the voices of several old ladies.

"Ma'am, please try harder, it will come out soon."

"Quick, hot water..."

"Towel, ma'am, come and bite the towel. I'll count one, two, three, and you push as hard as you would a shit."

"One, two, three, use force..."

"what……"

The woman clenched her teeth and forced out the sound.

"It's out, the head is out. Madam, please try harder. Come on, one, two, three, hard..."

Outside the room, the man was rubbing his hands and walking back and forth anxiously.

The shoes stepped on the bluestone floor, making a constant tapping sound, which sounded inexplicably anxious and irritating.

Finally, with a loud cry of "Wow", the room returned to calm.

The door curtain was lifted, Li Yu's eyes lit up, and he felt himself being stuffed into a pair of slightly rough big hands.

"Congratulations, sir. Congratulations, sir. It's a big fat boy."

Those powerful hands lifted him up high, facing the sun.

The owner of the big hand laughed heartily.

Li Yu wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids had no strength at all.

He tried hard for a long time before he opened his eyes a little.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man laughing crazily.

He was a middle-aged man in his 30s, with a tall figure, handsome face, deep eyes, sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, and an indescribable masculine charm.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but the man’s slightly raised mouth corners seemed to have a hint of evil.

The midday sun shone on Li Yu, but he felt a little cold.

"In my dream, I am Liu Hanfeng's child?"

"Fuck, I turned into a baby this time?"

Li Yu cursed in his heart, his eyelids became heavier, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.

................

Time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the small courtyard, Li Yu sat under a big tree with his hands on his knees.

He raised his head and looked at the dim sky with a dull look.

"Ten years. I've been here for a full ten years."

In this dream, Zhao Yuxiang is God.

All the plots need to be performed according to her ideas.

Li Yu wanted to tell Zhao Yuxiang that her husband Liu Hanfeng was dead.

It was just a dream of hers.

But Zhao Yuxiang was obviously avoiding this topic subconsciously.

So Li Yu could neither speak nor write about all this in the dream.

By now, he had basically given up.

He only hoped that Zhao Yuxiang could wake up in these last three days.

Because in three days, the dream world will be completely closed.

If Zhao Yuxiang is still not awake by then, they will stay here forever.

"Hey, Liu Taiping, what are you thinking about?"

Li Yu's face darkened when he heard this. He turned around angrily and shouted at the little girl with pigtails behind him:

"Zhao Mengyao, I've told you so many times. You have to call me big brother. Do you hear me? Don't be disrespectful."

"Hmph, I won't scream," Zhao Mengyao raised her delicate chin with a proud look on her face.

Zhao Mengyao is eight years old this year and is Li Yu’s sister in his dreams.

This little girl has been mischievous since she was young, and likes to be naughty and cause trouble all day long.

Li Yu understood that she and Zhao Yuxiang were soul symbiosis, and she also fell into this dream.

But this little girl is different from him. She completely regards this world as real.

"Believe it or not, I will beat you up," Li Yu grinned and deliberately acted viciously.

"I'm so scared, but you have to be able to catch up with me. Hehehe, come and catch me!"

"Then don't run."

Li Yu jumped up quickly, but missed.

哕哕

Zhao Mengyao stuck out her cute little pink tongue, made a face at him, then spread her little feet and ran away.

"Don't run away..."

"Hahaha, you can't catch me!"

The two of them chased each other and made a mess.

"Slow down, don't fall."

Zhao Yuxiang carried a basket of snacks and walked to the stone table in the yard and sat down with a smile on her face.

As she took out the snacks and placed them on the stone table, she pretended to be angry and said, "Ping'er, mother has told you many times. Your sister is young, you should be more considerate of her."

Li Yu took Zhao Yuxiang's hand, shook it and said coquettishly, "Humph, mother, you are biased. She was the one who provoked me first."

Zhao Yuxiang reached out and scratched his nose, then said with a sweet smile, "You little bastard, now you're saying that your mother is partial to you."

"Plot setting, plot setting," Li Yu kept comforting himself in his heart.

Zhao Yuxiang subconsciously wanted Li Yu to do this, and he couldn't resist at all.