Sleeping Dream Cliff was like the lowest basin at the edge of the desolate wilderness, a place where all the Lost Ones would flow like water until they finally arrived here.
After Wu Hen and his four companions regained consciousness and left, some Lost Ones still drifted slowly into Sleeping Dream Cliff, where an Ancient Dream Demon awaited to weave them a beautiful dream.
Wu Hen unfolded his Spiritual Vision and saw those Ancient Dream Demons slowly wandering in Sleeping Dream Cliff. They were like birds on the cliff and Spirit Butterflies among the flowers, their ethereal forms gracefully swirling around the lost souls.
"Goodbye, my guests," a gentle voice filtered through, "Yu Yu's voice."
Wu Hen turned his head and saw an Ancient Dream Demon resembling a young girl gently swaying its cotton-like tail.
"Here's your five-star rating," Wu Hen replied with a smile, waving his hand.
