PD -Chapter 42 Dream Infiltration

Tang Shanshan felt the warmth of my hand and slowly lifted her head to look at me.

It was the first time I had ever looked at her from such a close distance. I noticed that her eyelashes were incredibly long, and her delicate features made her look like a porcelain doll, evoking a natural sense of tenderness and sympathy.

Miraculously, Tang Shanshan didn’t push me away. Instead, she looked up at me, then slowly leaned closer until her face rested against my chest. A crystal-clear tear fell onto my shirt.

“Don’t worry. I’ll cure you,” I said firmly, wrapping an arm around her head.

Tang Shanshan suddenly came back to her senses and pulled away, leaning against the hospital bed. Looking somewhat aggrieved, she said,

“You’d better take responsibility all the way through, or else I’ll…”

She seemed to want to threaten me with something, but after hesitating for a long while, she couldn’t think of anything suitable and fell silent.

Our eyes met.

The intimate moment from just now surfaced in our minds again. I could almost still smell the faint fragrance lingering around her…

For a moment, my face actually felt hot. Tang Shanshan seemed to be having the same reaction. Her cheeks flushed slightly red, and the atmosphere became awkward.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open.

Zhu Zhu entered carrying a mountain of food and placed it in front of Tang Shanshan.

Tang Shanshan immediately perked up. Forgetting all about the earlier embarrassment, she began devouring the food with gusto, looking nothing like a patient who had only just awakened from a coma.

I shook my head and left the room, sitting alone in the hospital corridor while thinking about what to do next.

I had no idea how long Tang Shanshan’s condition could remain stable.

The primordial spirit of the Yin Jade was currently residing inside her body. For now, it seemed capable of coexisting peacefully with her own soul… but there was no telling when another abnormal episode might occur.

Faced with a situation like this, I found myself unexpectedly helpless.

My thoughts were a tangled mess. Sitting in the long hospital hallway, I felt increasingly oppressed. Letting out a sigh, my hand brushed against the Yin Spirit Pearl left behind by that mixed-blood sissy.

After hesitating for a moment, I found an empty hospital room, used my spiritual power to unlock the door, slipped inside, and sat on the bed.

Then I closed my eyes and began circulating my spiritual energy, entering a state of calm, lucid inner awareness.

I intended to use the Yin Spirit Pearl to locate Marcus.

The last time, he had caught me off guard and invaded my dream.

This time, I would return the favor and see if I could extract some information from him instead.

Dream control wasn’t actually some mystical phenomenon.

As long as a person mastered the proper techniques and practiced enough, almost anyone could learn its fundamentals.

In psychology, the state of realizing that one is dreaming is known as a lucid dream.

Being clearly aware that you are inside a dream while avoiding waking up—that is the key factor behind dream control.

But ordinary dreams are usually just chaotic fragments produced by the unconscious mind.

How could one clearly perceive, remember, or even control those fragments?

The answer boiled down to a single sentence.

Or rather, a single thought.

“I know this is a dream.”

That’s right.

Just that one sentence.

Many people have likely experienced something similar before. There are always a few dreams where you distinctly remember knowing that you were dreaming at the time.

That awareness—

“I know this is a dream.”

—proves beyond doubt that even during the unconscious process of dreaming, conscious awareness can evade the brain’s scrutiny and slip into the dream itself.

Once your consciousness enters the dream, you can freely reshape and expand it through sheer will, guiding it toward whatever purpose you desire.

In online discussions about lucid dreaming, some people even describe it as a real-life virtual reality game.

The moment the dream begins, so does an incredibly realistic simulated experience.

Flying through the sky.

Passing through walls.

Becoming capable of anything.

But entering another person’s dream through dream control combined with spiritual perception was an entirely different matter.

One careless mistake could leave your consciousness trapped inside the dream.

Worse, you could be attacked or manipulated within someone else’s dream, resulting in the destruction of your consciousness itself.

Truthfully, before meeting that sissy named Marcus, I had never experimented with dream control.

It was only after our confrontation inside the dream world that I became fascinated by the subject.

I researched extensively and secretly conducted a great deal of practice on my own.

Now, I could remain completely lucid within dreams and even alter the environment and various elements at will.

However, using spiritual energy as a medium to invade another person’s dream…

This was my first attempt.

Very quickly, I entered a dreamscape of my own creation.

Deliberately, I made the environment extremely simple—a completely white space.

I sat cross-legged within that endless white world.

The Yin Spirit Pearl, which still retained a trace of spiritual connection to Marcus, floated before me. Extending strands of spiritual energy, it searched for traces of his consciousness.

Inside the dream, a thin thread slowly emerged from my temple and intertwined with the black-gray thread extending from the Yin Spirit Pearl.

The two strands connected and stretched into an infinite distance.

I felt my consciousness begin traveling along the thread, drifting through an endless void.

Within that void were countless open doors.

Behind every door lay the dream of a different person.

The half-open doors constantly tempted my attention away.

I found it increasingly difficult to keep my focus on the black thread.

Forcing myself to remain calm, I followed the aura emanating from the Yin Spirit Pearl as it drifted farther and farther away.

Eventually, it entered one particular door.

I followed.

The scene beyond was dimly lit.

Only after my consciousness fully entered did I realize that it was an enormous, empty theater.

I recalled the previous confrontation with Marcus inside my own dream.

That had also taken place on a theater stage.

I couldn’t help cursing inwardly.

The guy was unbelievably narcissistic—always imagining himself as the protagonist standing at the center of the stage.

My consciousness became intangible as I slowly ventured deeper into the dream.

Like a member of the audience, I sat in the very first row and carefully observed the stage.

Snap.

A spotlight suddenly illuminated the center of the stage.

The figure of that sissy appeared there.

He sat cross-legged in meditation, resembling an old monk deep in contemplation.

Above his head floated a circular halo radiating pure white light.

The glow was sacred and crystal clear, as though it were the purest energy in existence.

My sliver of consciousness began to feel irresistibly drawn toward it.

It was as if that energy could purify my soul…

As if it could wash away every sin I had committed, intentionally or unintentionally, during my time among humanity.

Without realizing it, my consciousness drifted closer to the stage.

Then, suddenly—

The spotlight shining on Marcus went out.

At the same instant, an even brighter white radiance erupted behind him.

Two enormous wings, shining with pure and immaculate light, unfurled from his back.