Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Deep within the dream, flames blaze fiercely.

Yan Huan and Liu Ying stood in the firelight, analyzing the origin of the mystery.

"That meme is indeed somewhat special, it seems to carry a little bit of power."

Yan Huan sheathed her longsword and looked at Liu Ying:

"Based on my years of experience reading comics, is it possible that this is some kind of incarnation of Mikhail?"

"Huh?" Liu Ying was still thinking about what had just happened, and after hearing Yan Huan's words, she asked uncertainly:

"It shouldn't be that scary, right..."

"If that is Mikhail, then the owner of the white script is doomed."

"Maybe the owner of those white characters turned into this thing?" Yan Huan crossed her arms, recalling the clues she had obtained earlier.

"The last piece of information indicated that the owner of the white text had been attacked."

"It's possible that the monster that attacked him was the same one we just encountered, or it's possible that... he turned into a monster himself to deal with some kind of danger."

Just as Yan Huan was pondering, footsteps came from behind them.

"Stop promoting that kind of dark literature."

“That’s the shadow of [death]…”

Yan Huan turned around and asked in confusion:

"who are you?"

"Hehe, little sister, you can call me Black Swan. I am a [Memory Receiver]."

It was a woman wearing a headscarf; she clapped her hands gently.

"That's really impressive. You almost wiped [death] out of the dream."

"This grand event truly is a gathering of talented individuals."

"Those who remember," Yan Huan said disdainfully, glancing at the black swan.

"Are you the one outsiders say has a bonus when fighting in dreams?"

"Hey, is that what everyone outside is saying about us?"

The black swan looked at the two of them helplessly:

"This is not the place to talk. Let's get out of this primeval dream world first."

"Stop exploring. What you just saw is the biggest secret of this dream."

"That is... the end point."

……

reality.

Daydream Hotel.

Yan Huan opened her eyes and, having just climbed out of the Dream Pool, saw a woman with an amazing figure standing in front of her.

It was none other than the Black Swan, wearing a veil.

"Damn, how did you know my room number?" Yan Huan asked, puzzled.

"A guess, do you believe it, Miss MacArthur?"

The black swan smiled:

"Welcome to reality. This is the Daydream Hotel, the place you know best and is safest in the world."

"I'm glad you're still in a relatively normal mental state and haven't been affected by that primal dream. You're lucky."

"I know you have many questions for me, don't be impatient."

"Before that, let your worried friends know you're safe."

"emmmm..."

Yan Huan took out her phone and found that her messages had reached 99+.

They mostly sent them on March 7th, including those from the Underworld and those from the Sand Gold.

"Ok?"

Yan Huan opened Sha Jin's chat page and read the messages he sent.

After he finished reading, he looked up at the black swan.

"Danheng told you my room number."

"Of course." The Black Swan smiled slightly.

"They are very worried about you."

"Alright, let's go out now."

The black swan turned around and led Yan Huan away from the guest room.

……

In the VIP lounge, Yan Huan heard March 7's voice as soon as she came out.

At the bottom of the stairs, March 7th was standing with Walter and Himeko, discussing something.

March 7: "How suspicious! What a coincidence! That woman is definitely suspicious!"

“But she did find Yan Huan… Let’s hear what she wants for now.” Himeko’s gaze was indifferent.

Walter nodded slightly:

"That person who remembers clearly came prepared; it's best to be cautious."

Black Swan led Yan Huan down and said to the three of them:

“Miss Himeko, look, I have brought this child back as promised.”

Upon seeing Yan Huan return, March 7th exclaimed in surprise:

"Yan, you're finally back! Do you know how many times I called you? I was so worried about you..."

Himeko also looked at Yan Huan:

"It's good that you're safe and sound."

"Let me introduce you. This is Miss Black Swan, the Memory Provider of Flowing Light Memory Garden."

Yan Huan nodded slightly, then said in realization:

"So you already know each other? Are we going to team up with Liuguang Yiting?"

"Oh dear, Miss Black Swan was someone Himeko-neechan encountered by chance while investigating the dream!" March Seven interjected.

The black swan smiled:

"We haven't teamed up with your friends yet. But with you, we might be able to take this opportunity to get to know each other better."

Ji Zi looked at Yan Huan and asked:

"So, Yan Huan, how did you end up in that kind of place... What happened?"

Chapter 656 Ladies and gentlemen, the dream is crumbling!

Yan Huan recounted her experience to the group, including Black Swan, who listened attentively.

Previously, he had been using alternate accounts to contact people from almost every faction, but he had not contacted any clans.

"So, the one who's eager to let you access the original dream is the Masked Fool, and she can also transform into other people's appearances."

Himeko stroked her chin thoughtfully: "She also transformed into Sambo, whom you had contacted in Belloberg, and provided information in a very strange way."

The Black Swan added with a smile:

"Her real name is Hanabi, and she is one of the masked fools who infiltrated Pinocchio."

"Don't worry, that girl won't be targeting you for now. Her goal is easy to understand."

Walter looked at the black swan and asked:

"You seem to know her very well."

"of course."

The black swan smiled faintly:

“I know everyone here.”

“At Pinocchio, everyone can lie… but [memory] won’t.”

"You know me too?" Yan Huan looked at the black swan, somewhat surprised.

My own memories shouldn't be enough for non-commander-level beings to spy on.

"of course."

Black Swan looked at Yan Huan and smiled:

"Although I can't access your memories even if I try my best, I can observe you from the side."

"For example, the game consoles you've touched, the places you've passed through, or the ordinary people you've met..."

"Therefore, I feel it is necessary to remind everyone that Miss Fireworks only sent Mr. Yan Huan to the Primal Dreamland."

“But that bizarre dream had nothing to do with her; it originated from Pinocchio itself.”

“Pinocone…in itself?” March 7 blinked.

The black swan nodded slightly:

"Haven't you realized yet?"

"The so-called dreamland is actually the result of the family's meticulous maintenance through some unknown means."

"A beautifully designed dream."