Zeus?
Gu Ran had once dreamed of pedaling a bicycle that no matter how hard he pedaled, wouldn't move forward, so dreaming of Zeus was nothing in comparison.
What he feared was the Black Dragon Dream.
So far, there had been two Black Dragon Dreams; once he entered the [Wasteland], found Zhao Wenjie's [Psychological Shadow]; the second time, he entered Yan Hanxiang's dream.
Of course, the nature of Black Dragon Dreams was completely unknown, and why he had entered those dreams twice was still unclear.
Gu Ran looked around and, compared to the deities and Immortals in the heavens, he stood atop a soaring, cloud-piercing snowy mountain.
Between the endless sea of clouds were countless snowy mountain peaks, like the frothy top of a milk tea, each mountain home to dozens of people.
He saw an old man dressed in lavish Pope's regalia, piously kneeling on the ground;
primitive men, wrapped in pythons, cutting off their own fingers, praying to some deity in the sky;
