I Materialized the Cultivation Game

So how do we refresh this dungeon?

Once you leave this room, lock the door immediately.

There are too many secrets in this room now, whether it’s the dungeon teleportation gate or the special soul-calling banner.

Even though others can’t use these things, and won’t react upon contact, unnecessary trouble should be minimized as much as possible.

Back in his room, he sat cross-legged and began to practice the Nine Heavens Profound Scripture Basic Qi Cultivation Method, quickly entering a meditative state.

The game prompt appeared at this very moment:

[Do you want to enter the ’Dream Realm’?]

It seemed like two different states; cultivation was unaffected.

He chose to enter it directly.

The next moment, he felt his mind and thoughts being unusually tugged and guided, and then he noticed a peculiar scene before his eyes.

Misty and dreamlike, there was nothing around, as if it was a void and emptiness, impossible to gaze at for long.

However, he could control his movements; although there was nothing beneath him, he felt as though he could walk upon it.

This feeling was very strange.

He roughly understood that the original attribute of this soul-calling banner was to summon souls into illusions. Now, this special soul-calling banner had somewhat mutated, and the Dream Realm belonged to a kind of illusion.

Because of the game’s attribute rules, this illusion was too real, not the simple hallucinations caused by consuming fungi and the like.

As Chen Han was pondering, he suddenly saw a scene appearing in front of him.

As he walked forward, the surroundings changed into a scene of the Chen family.

Moreover, wasn’t this the junior sister’s loft before him?

Then he witnessed an extremely eye-burning scene; he saw himself in the junior sister’s courtyard.

He and the junior sister were holding hands, practicing swordsmanship together.

It was a slow and gentle Endless Love Sword technique.

Just like in the movies.

The key was that while he and the junior sister were practicing swordsmanship, countless rose petals fell from the sky, creating a seemingly romantic scene.

Chen Han opened his mouth, seemingly understanding that this was a dream of the junior sister.

Except this dream...

It seemed that with his entrance, the junior sister’s dream was disturbed, and she was clearly stunned.

Then she also saw the elder Daoist standing outside.

Was this the ancestor?

She hurriedly paid her respects, not understanding what was happening.

She remembered lying down in her room to sleep, and just now she seemed to dream about her senior brother. Looking at the senior brother beside her, she was stunned: was this in her dream?

She wanted to step forward and inquire, but when she lightly lifted her foot, she found her body to be very light, floating up like a special weightlessness.

Moreover, she saw on the street outside the courtyard, a tourist flying back-first with four limbs facing up across the street, being chased by something, a demon shadow carrying an axe.

Chen Han also saw it.

Was a tourist dreaming and being chased by the Chen family demon shadow?

The key was that the flying posture of the tourist was just like when he dreamed of Qinggong flight before cultivation—quite bizarre and a bit humorous.

Does everyone dream and fly like this?

The tourist seemed to see him, shouting, ”Daoist, save me!”

Then, the tourist flew past him, with the demon shadow chasing after.

This wasn’t over yet; suddenly, at the end of the street, a figure appeared wearing a Daoist robe, riding on a bull—not just anyone, but Youfu, with tourists on both sides filming videos.

”That’s Patriarch Li, so cool.”

”Patriarch Li, I love you!”

”...”

Chen Han and Xiaoyu exchanged glances.

”What is he doing?” Xiaoyu asked in confusion.

Chen Han was embarrassed.

A devoted believer was idolizing him, dreaming of being him.

But the key was that the bull the tourist was riding was supposed to be Youfu; damn, was that Youfu? With lipstick marks and long hair like a donkey.

But when the tourist saw him, he dismounted and knelt down, shouting, ”Ancestor!”

”...” Chen Han was speechless.

By now, he understood that the Dream Realm was a place where these devoted believers’ dreams were gathered and interconnected.

He also observed carefully: besides the junior sister and the expressive dreaming tourist, the other characters appearing in dreams, including his junior sister’s dream version of him and those tourists, were all somewhat numb, like some game NPCs.

”Daoist, save me.” The tourist still flying Qinggong style in the dream realm floated over again, with the demon shadow continuously chopping after him.

Seeing this, Chen Han thought of something: what if a devoted tourist was having a nightmare, especially one with indiscriminate attacks?

Just as he was thinking, black smoke surrounded him, forming dense mist, and then he saw something hopping in the mist.

”???” Chen Han was speechless; at the place worshiping the Demon-Vanquishing Celestial Venerable, a devoted believer dreamed of a zombie siege?

What kind of logic is this?

”Damn, zombies...” a familiar voice sounded behind Chen Han.

He turned and saw Uncle Dagou, dressed like a master, and beside him was Da Long, shirtless with a world champion gold belt around his waist.

Obviously, Uncle Dagou was dreaming, dreaming of Da Long winning a world champion gold belt.

This Da Long was naturally the dream version created by Uncle Dagou, a soulless dream NPC.

”Oh, Ancestor, finally I see you.” Chen Dagou, like discovering a new continent, looked at him with surprise, almost enthusiastically kneeling.

And at this moment, the zombies revealed themselves, with blue faces and fangs, wearing Qing Dynasty official robes, just like in Uncle Nine’s movies.