Boom, pale blue lightning streaked across the horizon in the distance. The inky black clouds slowly dispersed, and the sky seemed to have broken a hole, and through the temporarily exposed external starry sky, a downpour of rain fell, and soon swept across the entire wasted star world.

Mu Yang hid under a broken umbrella cover in the garbage heap, and the cold raindrops passed through the gaps in the umbrella cover, and fell on his neck and arms. The feeling of wetness was so real that it was almost indistinguishable from the real world.

If the time of the dream world was synchronized with reality, then Mu Yang had been here for three days.

"It's unbelievable that I actually did."

"The dream world, it really exists...... It's just that I was the first person to 'wake up' in a dream, and I was able to clearly realize that I was dreaming, and I lived in the dream world as if I were living in the real world. ”

These days, Muyang has been rummaging through the garbage heap for food. The hunger of not eating for a long time, the impact of rancid food on the taste buds, the tiredness of walking for a long time, and even every sixteen hours, Muyang has to "sleep" in a dream to make up for his missing sleepiness.

Real, these feelings are so real.

Mu Yang clenched his fist lightly. If this experience were to be published, it would cause an uproar in the telekinetic world. Dreams, subconscious, this treasure trove that countless telekinesis masters and geniuses can't conquer in a lifetime, and now, Mu Yang has grasped the key to enter it.

"Dream World...... It's a virgin territory that has never been explored by anyone, full of crises and opportunities. Today, when all fields and research in the telekinesis realm have reached saturation, it can be said that those who have mastered dreams will be able to grasp the future of the telekinesis realm. ”

In the past three days, Mu Yang has explored a nearby area, and the scene is exactly the same as the waste star in his memory, but there are no humans other than himself.

Moreover, he also made a bad discovery -

As the endless raindrops fell around him, Mu Yang closed his eyes and concentrated his energy, trying to block the heavy rain nearby with his telekinesis.

There was no force to respond to him, and there was no doubt that he had his 172nd defeat in three days.

“…… Unable to use telekinesis, telekinesis is greatly limited here. ”

The loss of telekinesis not only meant that it was difficult to deal with any danger encountered in the dream world, but also broke his original idea of returning to the material world through the fifth-order ability "portal".

It is difficult to wake up in a dream, and it is even more difficult to return to the material world. In the history of the telekinesis world, there are many dream researchers, who took the initiative to fall into a deep sleep through "eternal dreams" or other methods in their later years, in an attempt to open the door to the dream world. But there is no doubt that none of them came to their senses again—no one knew if they had succeeded or not, and what they had experienced in their dreams.

They may have woken up in a dream, but they couldn't find their way back.

But fortunately, Mu Yang didn't pin too much hope on the "portal" from the beginning.

"The most feasible way to leave the dream world is to find a reference between the dream and reality."

"In other words, although I know that I am in a dream, this is only a judgment made by the rational 'me', and it is not acknowledged by the 'emotional' me."

"The cold feeling of the rain hitting your body is so real, the hunger of not eating for a long time is so real, the satisfaction and eating of the moment you eat the food are so real, and the deep fatigue and tiredness of going out to explore is so real......"

"My brain is already blurring the line between dreams and reality."

Thinking of this, Mu Yang stepped out of the shelter of the umbrella cover, endured the violent rain lapping on his face, and resisted the wind that made it difficult for him to breathe. He took a big step and continued to move forward.

The small figure, faltering, quickly disappeared at the end of the heavy rain of heaven and earth.

Before I knew it, the rain had finally stopped on the ruined stars of the dream world.

Inky clouds came together again, sturdily isolating the starry sky from the surface of the ruined star. Mu Yang walked alone on the messy land, he was soaked in the rain and his clothes were rotten, but this still couldn't stop his determination to keep going.

"I'm curious to know what happens when you die in a dream?"

"There is a possibility of returning to the material world."

"It could also be the loss of consciousness, and the real death."

Mu Yang thought about it for a while, and did not bet on the probability of fifty percent.

If it is really so simple to return from a dream to reality, then why has no master ever succeeded in returning from ancient times to the present?

He stopped in front of a large, rusty domestic robot. Mu Yang is very familiar with this robot, although this big guy was thrown here many years ago, the body has long been scrapped and unable to move, but this does not prevent Mu Yang and a group of friends in his childhood from using this place as a "secret base", building their own homes in its stomach, head, and arms.

Sometimes violent storms swept through the entire ruined star, and the hut made of metal cans built by Mu Yang could not resist it, and was beaten to pieces, and he and his sister would also come here to take shelter from the rain.

"If the dream world and my memories were exactly the same...... That thing should still be under the robot's left foot. ”

Mu Yang walked to the feet of the robot and rummaged through a pile of scrap metal.

When he was on the scrap star, he used the parts of the scrapped machine to make a lot of strange things with different functions.

After searching through a pile of broken copper and iron for about half an hour, a spherical object was finally removed from it - a black shell, made of all-metal, without any traces of welding, weighing between three and five kilograms, the size of a football ball. "Originally, I just had the mentality of giving it a try, but I didn't expect the Black Pigeon No. 2 to be there." Even though he knew that the black sphere in his hand was also part of the dream, Mu Yang was still very happy. He carefully held the object called Black Dove No. 2 and walked to an open area: "It seems that even if I have to explore for a while in the dream realm, I won't ......"

Suddenly, Mu Yang's pupils shrank to two points, his movements also stagnated, and a cold feeling slowly climbed up his back, the taste was definitely unpleasant, making him unable to move.