An overwhelmingly vast amount of negative emotion could not be cleared away all at once, leaving Baimeng with no choice but to set it aside for the time being.
The God of Dreams began to hum a melody, coaxing the fond memories of the monsters to the surface—memories that looked like little fluffy white balls, radiating a warm, gentle glow.
The dim dreamscape was instantly illuminated, just like a traveler lost in the dark who suddenly catches sight of countless fireflies fluttering about.
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