Published: March 2, 2025
The Purple Mist continued to swirl around, and Wen Yu lay on the ground, taking a moment to rest before suddenly sitting up with a roll.
“How is it? Are you okay?”
The voice of number seven rang in his mind, while number one just shook his head gently.
“It’s nothing serious, just…”
As Wen Yu spoke, he began to check his body, but suddenly, he froze.
Because there were some extremely obvious changes in his body!
“The strength of your soul has increased, right? Your physical quality has also improved, just not as much as the increase in soul strength.”
Number seven’s voice once again echoed, and he chuckled as he spoke.
“The connection between us was disturbed just now, so we don’t know what you went through, but if it’s such good news… can I ask you to experience it a few more times?”
Number seven teased number one, but the implication in his words was quite serious—Wen Yu's eight avatars shared everything, not just thoughts, ideas, and intentions, but also shared strength!
Once, Wen Yu had struck Aoga with a soul balance, and the remaining Wen Yu benefited from the increase in soul strength—including the enhancement of physical quality using limit-breaking ability, which also fell within the range of sharing.
And now, number one Wen Yu had just enhanced his strength, which in turn boosted the strength of numbers two through eight—this increase was indeed considerable!
At least it was much faster than using the dream-fulfilling skill system to raise physical limits!
“Physical quality increased by one percent, soul strength increased by one-thousandth, then just now…”
Number one squinted his eyes and looked around.
Perhaps sensing Wen Yu's gaze, the surrounding purple mist gently fluctuated, then once again wrapped around Wen Yu.
“That's right, this is the purpose of the Purple Mist.”
Wen Yu scooped up a pool of purple mist, watching as it flowed through his pores and surged into his body, a smile immediately spreading across his face.
“It really is like hitting someone with a stick and giving them a sweet date afterward…”
Wen Yu thought to himself, then began to observe the purple mist within his body once more.
This purple mist quickly disappeared after merging into Wen Yu, but he understood that it wasn’t actually gone; it was merely hidden within his body, waiting for him to enter the “dream” before gradually taking effect, enhancing his physique.
This purple mist was not only nourishment but also the power source driving the “dream.”
“If there’s no risk, we all think you should experience it a few more times!”
Number eight's voice rang out in his mind, while number one pondered for a moment, waved his hand lightly, and lay down voluntarily.
Lying down and dreaming to become stronger—how could Wen Yu miss out on such a good thing?
Impossible!
…
In a daze, Wen Yu unknowingly fell into a deep sleep, the surrounding lights and shadows gradually twisting and changing, slowly presenting the shape of a dream.
However, the arrangements he had just made upon waking played their role.
On the Heaven-Covering Robe, a pure black eyeball suddenly opened, surveying and observing the situation, watching the purple mist flow into Wen Yu’s body and strengthen his physical form as he fell into slumber.
He was merely an observer—observing the operational principles of the purple mist.
Soon, Wen Yu in the dream opened his eyes once again.
“Yu? Yu? Wake up… it’s time for morning exercises…”
A strange voice entered Wen Yu’s ears, and he slightly froze before quickly regaining his senses.
…
Still in the military camp, but the location Wen Yu found himself in was different from previous times.
Previously, Wen Yu had appeared in an open area near the tents, his own strength at peak level 10, but this time, when he woke up again, he found his strength was only at early level 8, and he was located within a collective dormitory.
The change in the dream made Wen Yu hesitate a bit, as his main body through the observing eye saw the external body still fast asleep.