I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 563 - 339: A Dream, Perhaps?_2

Chapter 563: Chapter 339: A Dream, Perhaps?_2

He channeled his spiritual power, as easily as moving his arm, into the shaped material before him.

Feeling the spiritual power that resided within, hardly diminishing, Chen Yun began the work of crafting dreams.

The essential composition of dreams is spiritual power.

But it wasn’t enough to simply plaster a lump of spiritual power onto it.

It also required using spiritual power to create a variety of intricate details, somewhat akin to writing code, yet not quite the same.

However, although this might be complex for others, for Chen Yun it was exceptionally easy.

Often venturing into other people’s dreams for fun, proclaiming himself the Master of Dreams, and frequently adding and subtracting within others’ dreams, he had a clear understanding of the composition of dreams.

Almost instinctively,

a relatively simple Dream World began to take shape under Chen Yun’s manipulation, and then was stored within the Dream World server before him.

Feeling the spiritual power within it barely weakened, Chen Yun was quite satisfied with the performance of the material.

Based on this rate of depletion,

it would only be necessary to replenish the spiritual power occasionally.

And for him, who had already refined this object into a Super-visual Range Position Perception Token, replenishing spiritual power didn’t require his physical presence, just a distant initiation of a Super-visual Range Position Perception Connection to restore the diminished spiritual power.

Therefore,

the multiplayer Dream World beta version could officially begin its trial run.

But before that, Chen Yun needed to replace the Super-visual Range Position Perception Tokens in the hands of a few who had only played the standalone dream game, to allow for multiplayer connection with the server.

Besides that, he planned to first send the server into space.

Accustomed to sending things skyward, he felt this was safer and more reassuring.

Before leaving with the Northeast Tiger,

Chen Yun glanced at the unconscious child on the bed and casually used the leftover material from refining the server to create a Super-visual Range Position Perception Token, leaving it by the child’s bedside.

Ice-cold.

Shivering.

Upon waking, Guo Ren Yuan did not hear the phrase "You are the best among the new recruits," because this was not the perpetual flow.

However,

he still vaguely remembered something.

Guo Ren Yuan felt he had experienced a dream that was both hazy and yet deeply etched in his heart.

"Hazy" and "deeply etched" may sound contradictory at first.

But in fact, at this moment, they perfectly described Guo Ren Yuan’s experience.

In that dream,

he struggled in icy and snowy wilderness, barely clinging to a thread of survival.

He remembered finding himself on a vast snowplain, where nothing but blinding whiteness could be seen in all directions. Fierce winds howled in his ears, and every step felt like treading on blades, stinging the soles of his feet.

He remembered his fingers had long since been numbed by the cold, making it difficult to grasp anything.

His vision started to blur, his breathing became increasingly rapid, and each inhale felt like drawing the cold air directly into his lungs.

In the end, he fell onto the snowy ground.

Consciousness began to drift away, and his body gradually lost all sensation.

But at this moment, it was as if none of that had ever occurred.

Beside him was a warm stove, on him a thick quilt, above him an unfamiliar ceiling.

Guo Ren Yuan slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in an unfamiliar bed.

Everything around him was so strange, yet it gave him a warm feeling—the walls were decorated with several paintings depicting forest landscapes, the fire burning quietly in a corner of the room, emanating a comforting warmth.

His body seemed to still feel waves of chill, yet upon closer inspection, he realized it was no longer bone-chilling as before, perhaps just a remnant memory of past experiences.

In reality,

this place was quite warm.

Guo Ren Yuan tried to move his fingers.

Finding them a bit numb, but now able to freely move.

He tried to sit up, but immediately felt dizzy and had to lie back down.

Only then did he notice a steaming bowl of soup by the bed.

Outside the window, night had fallen.

Guo Ren Yuan watched the flickering flames, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

From the icy snowscape to this warm little cabin, everything seemed like a dream, unbelievable.

Feeling his stomach growling,

he slowly picked up the bowl.

While one can never be too careful, if the people here meant to harm him, they wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of bringing him from the snowy storm.

So,

He chose to drink the soup directly.

The soup was just right in temperature, neither scalding his mouth nor rich with enough heat to dispel the chill within him.

With each sip, his body felt warmer, and his spirit was invigorated.

After finishing the soup, Guo Ren Yuan felt his strength returning and tried to sit up again.

This time, his head was still somewhat heavy, but much better.

He looked around, hoping to find some clues to explain how he had been pulled back from the brink of death.

As his mental faculties returned somewhat, he carefully scrutinized his surroundings and discovered a few clues.

This place...

It looked familiar to him.

The faint scent of wood filled the cabin, and at the center was a simple stone hearth, with some dry firewood stacked alongside.

Several old coats hung on the walls, and in the corner, there were barrels filled with dry food.

Apart from that, there was one bed and a few cotton quilts.

This seemed... like a ranger’s cabin he had once visited?

It was also the shelter five kilometers away that he had thought of when he was lost in the snowstorm!

He did not know how he had managed to cross five kilometers in the snowstorm to get here if someone had been able to bring him here through such a storm.

That person must be superhuman!

Of course, it never crossed his mind that he might have been rescued after the storm had ceased.

Though looking at the darkened sky outside the window and the stopped snowstorm, there was time for it.

But he knew well that he definitely couldn’t have survived being unconscious for tens of minutes or even hours in that kind of snowstorm.

Thinking thus,

Guo Ren Yuan was full of curiosity about the person who saved him.

However, looking around the small cabin, there was no place to hide another person.

The one who saved him definitely was not inside.

Guo Ren Yuan decided to stand and check the outside.

He carefully moved his body, trying not to make any large movements that would cause new discomfort.

Despite feeling weak, he managed to stand up.

He moved slowly to the door, leaning on the wall, and then gently pushed open the door with his hand.

The cold air hit him immediately, causing a prickling sensation on his skin, but he quickly acclimatized to the chill.

The snow had stopped, and the sky was dotted with stars, with the occasional moon weaving through the clouds. The snow reflected the pale moonlight, dressing the earth in a silvery-white coat.

He looked around and saw no fresh footprints on the ground, which perplexed him.

If someone had truly rescued him, that person should be nearby.

But the current situation seemed to indicate that no one else had been there besides himself.

Or perhaps after the person left, a short snowstorm had covered any footprints.

After pondering for a long time,

Guo Ren Yuan no longer dwelled on it.

He closed the door at hand, letting the warmth build up again inside the cabin.

It was already dark. His phone had gone from no signal in the storm to no battery now, plus his physical condition was somewhat frail.

So he decided to rest for the night before returning.

But as he walked back to the bed, he suddenly noticed something he hadn’t paid attention to before.

By the head of his bed, slightly inwards,

There seemed to be a sword, its material looking like it was both metal and stone.

The whole thing was only as big as an adult’s finger, but it had some exquisite patterns carved on it and had a delicateness reminiscent of "The Story of the Nut Boat."

Just one glance, and Guo Ren Yuan took a liking to the trinket.

He instinctively picked it up, wanting to fiddle with it.

But the moment he picked it up, he felt as if his spiritual power was drained instantly.

His consciousness plunged into darkness.

But this darkness was not the end.

Because soon after, light reappeared around him.

An ethereal voice also sounded close to his ear:

[Guo Ren Yuan, welcome to the beta version of Dream World, test players please explore freely.]

"Ah?"

Guo Ren Yuan heard this and paused, then couldn’t help but express his confusion.

This kind of development, shouldn’t it be a bit off?