Chapter 135: Dreamscape

Although Huang Ze had often shouted "Let there be light" within his own spiritual realm, this was the first time he had truly witnessed a light source.

He approached it curiously, took a brief look, and his expression instantly turned peculiar.

These glowing objects were, surprisingly, individual human consciousnesses, and they looked somewhat familiar—they must be the fellow citizens who had consumed the Golden Dragon blood!

Even his own parents were among them!

"Why would their consciousnesses... appear here in my space?"

Huang Ze’s expression was grave. "Could it be that the Golden Dragon blood... has truly established some sort of mysterious connection between them and me?"

He carefully observed the two light clusters representing his parents and noticed they were sleeping at the moment. Inspired, he focused his attention, wondering if he could project himself into their dreams.

"It actually worked..."

Huang Ze was somewhat surprised. The process was incredibly simple; his mother’s dreamscape had no defenses against him, allowing him to enter and exit freely.

Appearing in his mother’s dream in his human form, Huang Ze saw her from afar, pulling something along for a walk. As he focused his gaze, he vaguely made out what looked like a large lizard...

"No, that's not a large lizard—that is clearly a young dragon!"

Huang Ze was stunned. His mother’s dreaming skills were impressive; she actually wanted to keep a dragon as a pet!

Just then, an acquaintance passing by greeted his mother warmly: "Auntie Pan, taking your grandson out for a stroll again?"

"Yes, taking him out for a walk to help him digest. It wouldn't do to let him sleep at home all the time."

Huang Ze’s mother smiled happily, tugged on the rope in her hand, and patted the little dragon’s head affectionately. "Good grandson, what did Grandma teach you? Whether you are a human or a dragon, you must be polite. Now that you've seen Auntie Zhang, why aren't you greeting her?"

"Gaa... gaa..."

The little dragon was evidently well-disciplined. Prodded by his mother, it had no choice but to let out a weak cry.

"This child... has no manners at all. He’s just like his lazy father; you have to pull him along just to get him to move..."

His mother entered "gossip mode," chattering away incessantly.

*Oh, so that's my son, not some pet...*

Huang Ze felt a bit strange. While they say that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night, his mother’s dream was arguably too hardcore—she had even managed to manifest a dragon grandson!

Fortunately, the dreams of ordinary people generally lack stability and logic; they tend to drift wherever the mind wanders. Soon, the scene before Huang Ze shifted, and a new scenario with a new plot unfolded.

His mother had returned home and was tidying up the house while listening to music.

*Could this be the dream my mom mentioned—the one where someone finds their way into our home?*

This thought suddenly struck Huang Ze, and his heart tightened. He had been wanting to resolve this matter to grant his parents peace, but he hadn't found any leads. He hadn't expected to stumble upon it by accident today.

"I’ll see exactly what kind of holy being you are!"

Huang Ze rolled up his sleeves, determined to teach the so-called Saintess of Love a lesson when she appeared.

His mother seemed completely oblivious to Huang Ze’s presence, busying herself tirelessly as if the dream were her actual life. Huang Ze also felt that this dream was significantly more realistic and stable than the previous one.

*By the way... I wonder what my room looks like in my mom’s dream?*

After waiting for a while without the woman appearing, a sense of curiosity arose in him. He wanted to check his room. After all, given the current circumstances, it was highly likely that his room held some secret.

Taking advantage of his mother’s distraction, Huang Ze pushed open the door to his room. The sight that met him left him shocked.

His room was empty... no, it would be more accurate to say that behind the door, there was nothing at all. It was a vast, white void; the room didn't even exist.

"...What is going on here?"

Huang Ze was baffled. He tried to take a step forward, but as if he had touched some kind of restriction, the entire dreamscape began to shake, forcing him to pull his foot back and fall into deep thought.

He knew that the dreams of ordinary people could not be perfect, as the brain's processing power is limited and cannot replicate every detail of the real world. If he were to walk out of the front door now, it was highly probable that everything he saw a few hundred meters away would also be nothing but a white void. His mother’s consciousness wouldn't be concerned with those distant places, so her brain naturally wouldn't model or fill them in.

However, his room was clearly not in that category. After all, how could a mother not be concerned about her beloved son’s room? She had clearly, consciously ignored the existence of his room!

***

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Pan Xiaolin was chopping vegetables in the kitchen when she heard a knock. She set down her knife, walked to the living room, and called out, "Who is it?"

"Hello, Auntie. I’m Huang Ze’s girlfriend. I’ve come specially to visit you today."

A pleasant voice came from outside the door.

"Huang Ze’s girlfriend?!"

Upon hearing this, Pan Xiaolin’s face lit up with joy, and she hurried to open the door.

Standing outside was indeed a beautiful, vibrant young woman, looking at her with a modest, warm smile and a graceful demeanor.

"Come in, come in, quickly!"

At first glance, Pan Xiaolin was taken with the girl and enthusiastically ushered her into the house.

"Dear, are you really my son’s girlfriend?"

Pan Xiaolin poured her a glass of water, her questions not stopping. "What is your name? Where is your home, and when did you meet my son?"

"Auntie, my name is Wen Ya," the girl replied politely, taking the water with a sweet, obedient expression. "You can call me Xiao Wen or Xiao Ya. My home is in..."

*Wen Ya...*

Huang Ze, standing to the side, felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort upon hearing the name, as if it naturally clashed with him, making him feel annoyed the moment he heard it.

This certainly wasn't normal. Huang Ze was not the type to judge people by their appearance, let alone their names. Thus, the disgust that inexplicably welled up in his heart was likely due to some unfathomable metaphysical connection.

However, even though he was unhappy, Huang Ze did not rush to attack the woman. He knew that this was not her true self, but a manifestation conjured by his mother’s subconscious.

Thinking about it, it made sense: why would a dignified Saintess run over to chat and bond with his mother every single night, repeating the same plot over and over? Even someone with the most patience and persistence would surely become impatient eventually.