It was late at night.
Fang Yang stood inside his tent, gazing far to the southeast.
The tent's Array was active, guarding his surroundings.
By now, he had pinpointed the exact location of the dream storm.
And according to the intelligence he had gathered from various sources, he knew very well that the dream storm was still raging.
At the very least, the dream storm would not dissipate for another month or so.
In other words, Chen Chenye would remain within the dream storm for some time.
Although Fang Yang didn't know how Chen Chenye was able to remain safely within a natural disaster like the dream storm.
But now, it no longer mattered.
'After all, the dead don't need to know much.'
"Second aperture, fourth Lifebound Magic—Myriad Dreams Transform and Return to One!"
Fang Yang closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In his sleep, he arrived in a mysterious Platinum Space.
Within this space, he could deduce all things in the world, as long as he had sufficient True Essence.
