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Instantly, Zhang Mingli's soul fire turned black. His expression shifted. The sea of despair surged at him!

He wanted to retreat, but he noticed with consternation that the room in Gao Ming's heart was trying to suck him in!

"A trap? Is this Immortal Pharma's trap? No. Immortal Pharma can't use the power of the Demon God!" Zhang Mingli decisively cut off one-third of his soul fire and fled.

The divine patterns in the classroom became twisted. The shadows of the Unmentionables faded away. Zhang Mingli fell with a pale face. He was almost eaten by Gao Ming!

Even though he was only 10 percent as strong as he was when he was complete, he had power related to the nightmare and talents inherited from the Unmentionables. A normal tester couldn't harm him. Before he could calm down, things shifted again. The flame branded with divine patterns lit up the room in Gao Ming's heart. Various torture devices hung on the walls. A lot of ghosts were locked in the room. The souls yelled. Faceless disciples were praying.

"Is this… a torture room?"

The Demon God bound in the middle of the room looked at Gao Ming. Their eyes locked. God's eight arms reached Gao Ming's chest to tear it open, but they failed. However, a lot of flesh was guided by Zhang Mingli's soul fire and squeezed out through the gaps in the walls.

Without Gao Ming having to do anything, the Demon God's flesh crawled towards the empty altar given to him by Zhang Mingli. It grew rapidly to form a figurine with four faces and eight arms. The moment the figurine was formed, the meat fragrance filled up the classroom. If not for the shadows of the Unmentionables, the fragrance would encapsulate the entire Dream Break Town.

"Has it succeeded?"

Sensing the changes in the altar, a name appeared in Gao Ming's mind: The God of Flesh and Blood.

That name was like a key. After Gao Ming remembered it, the memories lodged in Gao Ming's flesh started to loosen. Shadows fell into his brain like puzzles. He needed one last kick, and he could piece out his entire past. Gao Ming put away the altar. The shadow of the eight-armed God disappeared. The twisted divine patterns in the classroom returned to normal.

"Dream Release method is not as amazing as I thought," Gao Ming commented.

"Are you crazy?" Zhang Mingli finally lost his patience. "The nightmare in your heart has been sealed. We've released maybe less than ten percent. Are you still not satisfied?!"

"Have you gained the Dream Release method?" Fu Shu leaned on the wall. He scanned Gao Ming, "Based on our analysis, only one among a hundred testers is suitable for this method. They have to experience more than several hundred nightmares. Each one is scarier than the last. Plus, there are three steps to Dream Release, and every step is extremely dangerous. There is a high chance of losing your sanity. I don't see your soul fire lighting up. How did you succeed?"

"He ate my soul fire!" Zhang Mingli roared angrily. Fu Shu instantly closed his mouth.

"Even though it's not as powerful as I've hoped, it has helped me a lot." Gao Ming bowed to Zhang Mingli. "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

"That was a fair trade between us. However, my soul fire costs extra!" Ever since he saw the hidden things in Gao Ming's heart, Zhang Mingli's attitude changed. He stopped treating him as a mere tester but placed him on an equal standing.

"Do you want me to spit it out?" Gao Ming patted the altar. He had gained enough power to protect himself.

Based on Gao Ming's predictions, the deep-level world was real. The dream release method was making connections between different worlds, using one's soul, memory and consciousness as the bridge to project things from the deep-level world into the nightmares. However, the requirement was extremely harsh. The greater the despair, the stronger the projection. In the end, one's limit would be broken, and the true despair would be released. It had to be said that this modification method was suitable for Gao Ming. To obtain the perfect God of Flesh and Blood, he had died endless times. It was why it was so easy for him to focus on the God of Flesh and Blood in the empty altar.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." Zhang Mingli took a deep breath to calm down. "Dream Release comes from an Unmentionable called Dream. It tried to infiltrate the real world many years ago. It almost turned all the humans in Xin Lu crazy. I once lived in a nightmare created by him. It represented the love it never got. Dream Release was its backup plan. Every time you use it, you will be summoning it. There is a very low chance of you awakening Dream."

"Dream?" Gao Ming memorised this name.

"Dream is already long gone. Don't listen to him," Fu Shu interrupted softly.

"It should be dead, but the idiots from Immortal Pharma wanted to get Dream's power. They started to chant Dream's name. Who knew if they succeeded or not?" Zhang Mingli's tone became serious. "Unmentionables will only disappear when they are fully forgotten. For the past few years, people's impression of Dream deepened, but their impression of the world's saviour lightened. That is not a good thing."

Zhang Mingli's words grabbed Gao Ming's attention. Everyone mentioned this saviour, but no one knew their name. In a few years, probably no one would remember them anymore.

The joy of obtaining the power was washed away. Gao Ming started to ponder how to save Zhang Mingli from Dream Break Town.

Everything returned to normal in the classroom. Zhang Mingli looked drained. He stopped chatting with Gao Ming and walked to Fu Shu.

"Greed has returned. It's time for you to fulfil your promise."