When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you.

When the Saint of Ancient Dreams invaded the depths of Meng Chao's brain through dreams, it meant that she took the initiative to release some of her brain ports, and connected her brain and Meng Chao's brain through brain waves of specific frequencies.

Connected remotely.

Not to mention, she was still reading and copying information from the depths of Meng Chao's brain.

A large amount of information contained in the ancient runes is something that she cannot understand or even fully analyze now.

She could only copy it wholeheartedly, transferring all the mysterious and complicated information into her own brain.

This means that even if Meng Chao mixes something similar to a "spiritual virus" into this information, it is impossible for the Saint of Ancient Dreams to detect it.

So, while the Ancient Dream Saint was copying and transmitting the ancient runes without any distractions.

The half of Meng Chao's subconscious that overcame dreams quietly activated the "psychic virus" hidden in one of the ancient runes.

In an instant, all kinds of sound and light effects as well as skin and environmental materials are peeled off.

Reveal the true activity traces of brain waves and nerve currents hidden under dreams.

The consciousness of the Saint of Ancient Dreams turned into a vortex formed by thousands of light filaments.

This golden vortex is releasing tens of millions of tentacles, gently piercing into the memory cells that Meng Chao sent on his own initiative, and frantically devouring the data inside.

Unexpectedly, one of the pieces of data containing Meng Chao's self-consciousness was also sucked into the golden vortex along with the mysterious and complicated ancient information.

Meng Chao was in a daze for a while.

I feel like my soul is out of body.

This ray of consciousness seemed to be dragged by a thin and long golden fishing line, drawing out the center of his eyebrows and floating above his body.

From a high position, he could clearly "see" that his body was falling into a deep sleep.

However, his two eyeballs were spinning rapidly as if they were equipped with miniature engines, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans were pouring out from his forehead, which were evaporated in an instant by his burning skin.

His brain, stimulated by the Ancient Dream Saint, is running at overclocking speed.

And the golden thread that emerged from the center of the eyebrows, representing the brain waves of the Ancient Dream Saint, extended all the way outside the wounded barracks.

But it does not lead directly to the brain of the Ancient Dream Saint.

Instead, it leads to the periphery of the wounded barracks. Inside an independent tent, a high-ranking priest buries himself between his brows.

At this moment, Meng Chao was like an invisible ghost, following the golden thread and sneaking into the camp lightly.

I saw this high-ranking priest sitting cross-legged with his eyelids drooped, as if he was in deep sleep.

His expression was extremely painful.

His eyes rolled faster than Meng Chao's, and the sweat on his hot forehead had no time to secrete before it turned into curls of green smoke and rose to the top of the tent, making the entire tent look like a bathhouse, filled with hot water mist.

"It seems that the Saint of Ancient Dreams is not in the wounded barracks, but is controlling the dream from a distance.

"But this high-ranking priest who is stationed in the wounded barracks serves as her 'springboard' and a 'brainwave amplifier' in a sense.

"The will of the Saint of Ancient Dreams was first projected into the brain of this high-level priest who was most likely an 'active sacrifice'.

"Then by burning the brains of high-level priests, the brain waves will be greatly increased to make up for the loss of transmission along the way. Finally, it can reach the brains of me and other wounded soldiers.

"Even if we really encounter unexpected dangers in our dreams, or overdraw too much mental energy, causing brain exhaustion or even spontaneous combustion.

"What was burned to ashes was only the brain of this high-ranking priest!"

After understanding the opponent's arrangement, Meng Chao couldn't help but marvel.

Although Turan civilization has degenerated into the clan era.

But the black technology that has been passed down from our ancestors and has evolved into witchcraft is really magical.

However, half of his subconscious mind has already traced it here.

Such a trivial trick would naturally not escape his notice.

Meng Chao was fully focused, and his brain waves rippled faintly, as if a bat was scanning its surroundings with ultrasonic waves.

He quickly scanned the center of the high-level priest's Heavenly Spirit Cap, and a very secret golden thread emerged from the center. It floated into the metal bracket on the top of the tent and disappeared.

Meng Chao's consciousness, also entangled with golden thoughts, got into the metal bracket and got out of the tent.

It turned out that after the metal bracket was drilled through the tent, a small statue of the Horned Rat God was formed on it.

The dozens of large horns rising into the sky on the statue's head are like antennas, cannons and accelerators that emit brain waves, causing Meng Chao's consciousness to continuously accelerate and shoot out far away.

Meng Chao had a feeling of lightning.

In just one breath, he traveled dozens of miles.

We came to a jagged stone forest.

There are hundreds of ancient stone pillars standing here.

I don’t know what kind of material it is, but after enduring hundreds of millions of years of wind and rain, it has been polished until it is as crystal clear as jade, as delicate and smooth as a jade, and it faintly exudes a feeling of life.

On the top of each stone pillar is a skeletal version of the statue of the Great Horned Rat God.

The postures of the statues vary, some are sitting cross-legged, some are dancing, or some are holding swords, guns, swords and halberds, glaring angrily and vowing to die with the enemy.

No matter what posture they are in, all the bones of these skeleton rat gods bloom like flowers.

It's like a series of antennas, stretched to the limit.

Under the statue of the Skeleton Rat God, there are hundreds of tents.

Countless scouts and messengers riding wargs came in and out like worker ants and soldier bees, gathering into an overwhelming battle network that expanded beyond the stone forest and stretched across the entire battlefield for hundreds of miles.

This should be the temporary base camp of the Great Horn Legion, the center where the Saint of Ancient Dreams personally sits.

For some reason, Meng Chao felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling when his consciousness came to this place.

It was as if... someone was spying on him secretly.

Meng Chao was shocked.

Almost wanting to desperately cut off the brain connection with the Ancient Dream Saint, the three souls and seven souls all returned to the body, so that his flesh and blood body could race against time to escape from the wounded barracks.

However, after waiting calmly for a moment, the feeling of being spied on did not continue to increase.

And the Ancient Dream Saint didn't seem to notice the arrival of his uninvited guest.

Meng Chao's mind was spinning and he reacted.

No one was watching him.

Instead, someone is monitoring the entire camp, the center of the Great Horn Legion.

These skull rat statues placed on stone pillars should be devices similar to antennas or signal amplifiers.

Together they formed an extremely powerful and special magnetic field that shrouded the entire camp.

In this huge magnetic field, the abilities of the Ancient Dream Saint can certainly be brought into full play.

But it has become more convenient for the mastermind hiding further away to monitor every move of the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

Meng Chao, aware of this, became more cautious.

He compressed his consciousness to the extreme and mixed it with the massive information analyzed by the ancient runes, just like a seed that is harmless to humans and animals.

He didn't dare to let out half a ripple at all, so he just allowed himself to be manipulated by the Holy Maiden of Ancient Dreams, and was pulled along with the tide to the center of the densest stone forest, where there was an altar at the door, and a giant statue of the Horned Rat God stood on the altar.

There were four high-level priests sitting cross-legged on the left and right of the altar, their facial features obscured by masks. It was unclear whether they were meditating, sleeping, or with their bright eyes open, scanning everything around them vigilantly.

In and around the entrance of the camp, there are a total of ten rat warriors who are extremely tall and tall, and their muscles are no less tense than those of the clan warriors. Their metallic-glossy skin is painted with extremely gorgeous totems, and their battle armor is looming under the totems.

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Meng Chao secretly called it a fluke.

Fortunately, he thought of a way to communicate with the Ancient Dream Saint through dreams.

If you want to sneak into the camp of the Ancient Dream Saint and meet her through conventional means.

No matter how you can pass through the iron walls composed of these high-level priests and elite warriors without being discovered and chopped into pieces by them, you can't tell anyone.

Even if there is a way to sneak in, I am afraid that the mastermind behind the remote monitoring will be discovered.

As for now.

Effortless.

His consciousness was dragged into the camp by the Ancient Dream Saint.

The furnishings in the tent are very simple.

Apart from a huge sand table and a few maps with varying degrees of detail, there was almost nothing there.

There are no seats or beds.

There is only one statue of the Great Horned Rat God carved from ebony and inlaid with a large number of totem beast claws and bones, as well as seven-color crystals.

The statue sits cross-legged, with a hollow formed in its arms.
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