Chapter 241

The Mirage Insect was sleeping soundly on the ice platform.

Liang Qu shook it awake.

The Mirage Insect glanced at the daylight filtering through the window paper and became confused.

It used to only work at night, why does it have to work during the day now?

The Heavenly God had a request, so the Mirage Insect could only comply; it heaved its abdomen and sprayed white steam.

The white steam atomized into smoke, slowly revealing pavilions and towers.

Flying cranes hovered low, and the dream realm was born.

Waking up again.

A boundless blue-gray color replaced the bedroom and appeared before his eyes.

Liang Qu stood on the mountaintop and looked down; thousands of treetops swayed with the wind, forming layers upon layers of waves.

Outside.

The Mirage Insect rolled over to change its posture and was about to continue sleeping when its back suddenly felt heavy.

It raised its head and looked at Liang Qu, who was getting up from the bed, its head becoming increasingly confused.

So fast?

Liang Qu squatted down: "Did I just get up from the bed and do some strange movements?"

The Mirage Insect shook its head.

It hadn't had time to fall asleep and knew very clearly that Liang Qu just lay down and then sat up, with no other unusual movements.

Liang Qu fell into deep thought.

"It seems that only pure mental activity has an impact; it can't be called sleepwalking, and the movements in the dream cannot be fed back to reality. I don't know if this is good or bad."

Condensing the Thunder Talisman in the dream and feeding it back to reality seems like a good thing, but in fact, it loses the greatest feature of dream cultivation.

No danger.

In the past, no matter how he practiced in the dream, whether forward or backward, or combining techniques, there was no danger at all, because he was safe and sound in reality.

Now...

The sense of security in dream martial arts practice is very important.

Liang Qu pondered for a while and thought of a possibility: can the Mirage Insect's dream mist regulate itself?

The thought was transmitted to the Mirage Insect through the spiritual link, and the Mirage Insect indicated that it could try.

It had only evolved for one day, and many abilities had not been fully understood.

Its abdomen bulged, the Mirage Insect held its breath for a while, and then spat out white smoke again.

Thus, for the next whole day, Liang Qu spent all his remaining time "sleeping" in the bedroom, except for three meals.

Waking up from the dream for the eighth time.

The Mirage Insect was already exhausted and lying on the ice platform; it tried to spray white steam but only coughed twice, spraying nothing out.

Not a drop left.

The Mirage Insect's dream mist, like Awei's venom, needs special organs to be manufactured; if sprayed multiple times in a row, it won't be able to spray, and it needs to rest for a while.

In the past, Liang Qu used it once a day, at most twice, and there was never a situation where it wasn't enough; it was nothing like today's huge consumption gap.

Seeing that the Mirage Insect had no stock left, Liang Qu let it rest well.

After a whole day of "dream" testing, he had roughly understood the situation.

The dream mist can be adjusted.

The situation is even more complex than Liang Qu imagined.

High-quality "dream mist" can not only allow mental reactions to be fed back to reality to a certain extent, but even the time flow rate will change.

Originally, he slept for five hours, and four days passed in the dream, with a time flow rate close to ten times.

Under high-quality dream realms, the time flow rate gap is even larger, reaching nearly twelve times.

That is to say, sleeping for five hours, five days can pass in the dream!

The subsequent situation is that he will be more exhausted and have a splitting headache after waking up.

Conversely, under low-quality dream realms, thinking cannot be fed back to reality, and the mental burden is lighter.

He can still make wild attempts in the dream realm, but the time flow rate will decrease accordingly, returning to the original ten-fold speed.

According to the Mirage Insect, it only adjusted the concentration of the white mist it sprayed and did not add or subtract any components.

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If the concentration upper and lower limits are measured by time flow rate, it is between about eight times and thirteen times the flow rate.

What if the concentration continues to increase?

Liang Qu's thinking diverged.

The reason why there is a time flow rate difference between the dream realm and reality is not that some great supernatural power can manipulate time, but essentially that the speed of thinking is different.

The speed of thinking in the dream is much faster than in reality.

Precisely because of this, many people often have situations where several days pass in a dream, but no more than two hours pass in reality.

The concentration of twelve times the flow rate is enough to allow thinking to have an impact on reality; if the concentration continues to increase, can it go further, have a greater impact, and achieve true "sleepwalking"?

At that time, everything done in the dream can be fed back to oneself in reality...

There is a more than ten-fold flow rate difference between thinking and the body.

Liang Qu thought of a famous scene for no reason—bullet time.

The enemy's movements are as slow as a turtle crawling in his eyes?

Before the attack reaches him, ten ways to deal with it have already appeared in his mind?

"Not easy to handle."

Liang Qu frowned.

The ideal is plump, but reality is skinny.

To achieve the effect of cutting people at ten times the speed, two problems need to be solved urgently.

One is the concentration of the dream mist; the concentration must reach the level where dream behavior can be fully reflected in reality.

Second is how to know the external situation in the dream realm.

The concentration issue is easy to solve; the Mirage Insect's own advancement is the most reliable means.

In addition, extraction, refining, or if it really doesn't work, collecting the Mirage Insect's white mist and finding an alchemist to refine it into pills.

The second point is very difficult; in his sleep, Liang Qu knows nothing about the external environment and cannot make appropriate responses based on external circumstances.

He needs to chisel a window between the dream realm and reality...

Liang Qu glanced at the "Ear Consciousness Method" at hand.

Five consciousnesses: ear, eye, nose, tongue, body.

Sixth consciousness: consciousness.

Seventh consciousness: potential consciousness.

Eighth consciousness: seed consciousness.

Consciousness, potential consciousness...

Liang Qu repeatedly pondered the eight consciousnesses in the old monk's mouth; it seemed that there was a voice in the dark telling him that consciousness and potential consciousness were the keys to chiseling a window between the dream realm and reality.

If the hypothesis really succeeds, can he be considered to have created a peculiar martial art?

"I Love Killing in Dreams"?

Don't plant trees if you don't enter the Wolf Smoke realm, don't raise trees if you don't enter the Hunting Tiger realm.

Liang Qu discovered that he seemed to have planted a small sapling unintentionally, but the seed had barely been buried in the soil, and not even a sprout had grown.

Even if the external brain is powerful enough, whether the hypothesis can be realized is still an unknown, so there is no need to invest too much energy in the ethereal possibility for the time being; the top priority is to grasp the present and take it one step at a time.

Liang Qu got up and opened the window; starlight poured in like a sea tide; tonight was truly a clear starry night.

The night wind carrying the fragrance of plants dissipated the stuffiness in the room; the month-long plum rain season finally showed signs of stopping.

Sleep!

Sleeping and dreaming is not restful at all.

Practicing in his dreams all night, and exploring all day.

Liang Qu hadn't rested well for two full days and nights, and he was exhausted.

The next morning, the sunlight shone obliquely on the water waves.

The beaver family started working again, and a large amount of wood chips gnawed off piled up into a small hill.

The little beaver used its claws to hug and collect the gnawed wood chips, buried them in a dirt pit dug under the bushes, and filled it with wet mud.

Wulong followed behind its butt, shaking, its two front legs bouncing back and forth, following step by step.

In just a few days, Wulong had become one with the beaver family.

After Liang Qu finished his morning exercise, he took more than twenty pieces of Netherwood Root Lotus Leaves, rode on Chishan, and rushed to Pingyang County.

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