C369 Pulling the Whistle of the Universe
Zhang Ping found himself in a peculiar state.
His eyes were closed, yet his senses remained alert to the slightest rustle of wind and grass around him. Meanwhile, his consciousness had taken on an ethereal form within Illusion City, manifesting a body.
This wasn't a spirit or a ghostly form, but rather a 'dream body,' akin to the corporeal self one inhabits in a dream—intangible and unreal