Wei looked anxiously at the fortress outside.
The nightmares, layer upon layer, were simply too many to count, easily exceeding hundreds of millions.
The billions of souls sheltered within the fortress were all plagued by these nightmares that had converged here. These nightmares were indestructible—able to revive even if scattered, and they became stronger and more numerous each time. The situation had escalated into complete chaos.
The walls of the fortress rose to a height of ten zhang, not because they couldn't be built taller. Everything here was a product of Wei's psychic power. In this place, not to mention being a creator god, she could at least create things with a mere thought. If she willed it to be ten zhang high, it could just as easily be a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand. But that was just a stopgap.
