Proving the Dao in a Dream, Scheming Against Cultivators from the Start 354. Chapter 354: The Lord God Arrives 2

Chapter 354: The Lord God Arrives 2

Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators

Dream-Making Expert

“How marvelous.”

“This is truly a world unlike the Divine Spirit Realm, unlike anything described in any story.”

“This is a genuine otherworld.”

“An otherworld adventure that only Nascent Soul ancestors can venture into.”

“To think that I, Zhang San, would actually have the chance to experience it firsthand.”

“This is far too wonderful.”

“Haha!”

He stepped through the laser corridor, arriving smoothly all the way before the artificial intelligence, the Red Queen.

Zhang San casually held a cigarette he had bummed off the Peerless Young Master in his mouth.

He flicked the ash with practiced ease.

Zhang San’s eyes shimmered with a blissful light.

If at the outset he had still harbored some doubt about whether a Lord God’s Space that could connect to the Myriad Realms truly existed.

Whether everything before his eyes was merely a bizarre dream born from eating too many Yellow Millet Pills.

But now, having witnessed with his own eyes so many utterly different artificial creations belonging to the modern world.

Steel-built underground trains.

An underground base under the control of an artificial intelligence.

And so many other things belonging solely to this otherworld, so vastly different from the aesthetics and creations of the Divine Spirit Realm.

Too many details.

Made Zhang San and the others know.

This could not possibly be their dream.

Because these civilizational details, built upon the framework of a modern urban civilization, were not something people like them could conjure out of thin air.

So the Lord God’s Space truly existed.

Then, the only question that remained was.

What exactly could the points they earned after completing their mission be exchanged for.

And on this point.

Zhang San and the others were a little worried.

There was nothing to be done about it.

This newcomer trial mission called Resident Evil was far too easy.

Zhang San and the others had long since passed the age of believing pies would fall from the sky.

The cruelty of the real world.

Lay in the fact that effort often failed to receive a matching reward.

So a trial mission this simple.

The reward it could give them was probably pitifully small.

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“Even if I can’t exchange for anything in the end.”

“As long as there are adventures like this that set my blood boiling.”

“That make me feel I’m still alive.”

“Then I am willing to be a running dog beneath the Lord God’s gate!”

Zhang San muttered to himself, stubbing out the cigarette in his hand.

He looked toward the companions who had just fought alongside him.

Their eyes, too, shone with the same light as Zhang San’s.

That was the light that radiated from within only when a person truly alive had found the meaning of their existence.