The surrounding darkness and emptiness gradually receded. First, the outlines of mountains reappeared, then the colors of vegetation returned.0

In the wild grassland opposite Li Banfeng, there stood a man. His head was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, forming a triangular shape. His nose was around sixteen centimeters long and hung over his mouth, all the way down to his chin.0

Grandpa Train pulled the whistle and said, "Dear passenger, the creature ahead is Meng Xuan. His original form is a dream-devouring tapir, a level-ten Dream Cultivator!"2

Li Banfeng was astonished. To think that this strange person is actually a level-ten cultivator…0

He had seen quite a lot in his life, yet he was so shocked that he could feel his pulse thumping at the base of his throat. If it were someone else, they would likely have lost their composure. In Puluo, a level-ten cultivator was considered the peak, an insurmountable existence.0

"Not easy to deal with!" Grandpa Train sounded the whistle again. "Dream Cultivators are different from other cultivators. He can enter people's dreams with his main form. If we were to fight his main form with our dream forms inside a dream, we'd hold a massive disadvantage!"1

Before Grandpa Train finished talking, the level-ten Dream Cultivator had already...0