This Starry Sky Decree seems a bit overbearing.
Fu Qian could not help but inwardly praise it as he quickly straightened out the logic.
So far, all the transcendent realms he has encountered clearly take the universal comprehension of the Celestial Sphere's movement as their foundation.
The Sleep-Aid Sword just now, the masks on the three people's faces, as well as the unique identification method at this moment, all fully demonstrate the Decree's control over nightmares.
Even here, everything still operates according to its rules.
Contamination or evil, they are nothing but filth that can only grow in secret.
"So how many targets in this nightmare truly need inspecting?"
Aside from his praise, Fu Qian looked around curiously; through the window, he could clearly see that this hospital was a solemn-looking multi-story building.
As a world it's quite small, but as a dreamscape venue, it's rather spacious.
"Twelve."
