While Xuan’s party was working against the clock to get in touch with all the powers for the Buddha statue, the countdown for the next wave of Yellow Turbans were looming near. The first group contained barely anybat strength aside from Zheng. This was decided during the split since he was the strongest member of the team. Imhotep could count as strength but his abilities were mostly effective against living organisms and ineffective against spiritual beings like the Yellow Turban. Furthermore, spiritual and magical attacks could break through his defense. The Yellow Turbans were the bane of his existence. The only oue that awaited the group if Zheng wouldn’t wake up before the Yellow Turbans came was a wipe.


    "Is this really going to work? They said the time in the dream has gotten faster but the only thing I see is Zheng frowning more frequently. Why isn’t he waking up after so long?" Jonathan asked.


    No one had the faintest idea. TengYi showed a bitter smile, "WangXia didn’t make it clear what time will he wake up, what he is actually doing, or what we should do. We can’t just wait here, do we? We will die if the Yellow Turbans attack us."


    Everyone’s expressions shifted. LiuYu said with a hint of hesitation, "Xuan should know of our situation here. Why didn’t he send someone to help us? TengYi, you said he’s insanely intelligent."


    "Yes. He is..." TengYi confirmed him. "He’s too intelligent that we are insignificant inparison. We can’t know what he’s thinking. Maybe the rest of the Buddha statue is more important than our lives to him. This isn’t a team battle so our deaths will not weigh down on the team."


    LiuYu shivered. He was baffled. "He wouldn’t do that right? Aren’t werades?"


    TengYi smiled bitterly. "I can prove that he’s not doing it on purpose. Way back when our team was still weak, we experienced the movie The Grudge. He turned himself into a chess piece in that movie and died. His death brought the team an important piece of information to survive the movie. Perhaps in his mind, that information was more important than his own life... With that being said, it is possible that he currently thinks the statue’s pieces are more important than our lives."


    The three movie characters weren’t familiar with Xuan so they did not react. LiuYu on the other hand still had a boy’s mentality and was shocked. Once the excitement from entering this realm had gone, the realistic issue of surviving was presented in front of him.


    "I want to go home. I miss my parents." LiuYu cried out. "I want to go home. I really want to go home!"


    The adults looked to each other at a loss. TengYi patted his shoulder and said, "Don’t cry. You are not the only one that wants to go home.


    "... We all want to go home."


    Home... only those who had traveled away from home woulde to realize it was the ce they longed to return to the most.


    Zheng also wanted to go home, to the one in the real world. There was no need to worry about surviving in that ce, no need to anxiously await the next movie world, no need to fear the death of hisrades...


    Of course, the chance of him returning to the real world was impossible in YinKong’s dream. Though he thought YinKong’s group hadn’t returned to their home for quite a long time.


    It had been a long time since he entered this dream. He didn’t count the days but he estimated it to be at least half a year. He worried about the safety of TengYi’s group and the iing attack from the Yellow Turbans during the first month. But as time passed and there was no sign of the dream ending, he left their destiny to fate. He was still alive after half a year so that meant time was moving extremely slow outside the dream. Maybe it would be just the blink of an eye after he woke up. With this in mind, he focused his attention on YinKong.


    YinKong’s background shocked him after he heard the Assassin’s n’s secrets. This girl was so strong before she even entered the realm. Though the more important question was the n had a connection to God’s Realm. The secrets also answered the question was there ever anyone who left the realm? The answer was yes.


    Here came another question... The people who left God’s Realm probably gained unimaginable powers, unlocked to the fourth or even fifth stage, all kinds of enhancements, abilities, technologies, magical items that wouldn’t exist in the real world. A single dead yer at the fourth stage and a gic rted technology created this group of unlocked kids. What about the rest of the yers who left the realm? What were they doing?


    The more Zheng learned, the more he things he learned that he didn’t know.


    Zheng tried to wake himself from the dream during this half year. However, it failed no matter how much he used his Qi, Blood Energy, Refined Qi, and all his abilities. He did discover a secret though. When he emted YinKong’s mode of thinking, it seemed as though he could influence the YinKong in the dream. He was still experimenting this discovery. If he managed to get in contact with this YinKong, he might be able to make it out of the dream.


    YinKong and the other kids had been living on this uninhabited ind for the past half year. They never once left the ind as if the n had forgotten about them, leaving them to die on this ce.


    Zheng learned from the kids’ conversations that the n elders who designed this project wanted and at the same time feared the kids’ power, which turned into this situation. The kids were allowed to return home for two months every year. Three more months before they could return again. This rule applied to everyone who were moved here, including YinKong.


    Zheng was quietly observing YinKong as usual. She was swimming in the sea to catch fish. The speed, precision and strength disproportionate to her little body that were bestowed by the fourth stage made even catching sharks a possible task.


    Zheng watched the slender girl swam in the sea. Her nude body was as beautiful as a mermaid, a beauty beyond mortal women. Though she was not exactly a kid anymore as her body was starting to mature. Zheng’s eyes wavered away in embarrassment. YinKong suddenly sped up. A sharp tree branch that was held in her hand pierced into arge fish’s stomach. She pushed the fish and knocked it out of the water. YinKong also leaped out out the water like a dolphin and kicked the fish tens of meters away onto the beach.


    (Incredible control over her strength. Her raw strength is still weak. She doesn’t have Qi nor Blood Energy like I do. Nor does she have any special ability. I can defeat her if I were to use Destruction. The Mystic Eyes, the Lambda Driver or Heng’s bow could also put her in a disadvantageous position... However, her control over her strength is simply incredible, even stronger than mine.)


    Zheng had been marveled several times already. The same feeling kept repeating itself every time he witnessed the girl using her strength. Because he knew that strength coulde easier than control over the same strength. Infinitesimal control was the state of absolute control over strength. YinKong was exerting this control at its maximum.


    (Why did she be so weak if she’s so strong at this time? Furthermore, her past ispletely different from this dream when I revived her. Was her memory altered? Who altered it?)


    While Zheng was scratching his head, YinKong swam to the shore. She dried herself with a towel on the beach then started to get dressed. But as soon as she put her clothes on, her body trembled and her knees dropped on the beach. Her hands dug into the sand. Blood like redness saturated her eyes.