Lucky, I found it so quickly.

Crossing the boundary between the present world and the dreamscape, upon reaching his destination, Omnia Cicada looked at the narrow crack barely as wide as a human little finger, and the countless silhouettes floating in the silver droplets within that tiny fissure. A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go."

Raising a hand to beckon those behind him, indicating that the goal of their journey was right ahead, Omnia Cicada closed his five eyes and deliberately leaned toward the narrow fissure standing vertically like a human eye.

"Swoosh..."

Accompanied by a strange sound like ocean waves, the figure of Omnia Cicada, who approached the fissure, flickered, then suddenly shrunk billions of times until it was almost too small to be observed by the naked eye.

The fissure, originally too narrow for even a child's finger to fit, expanded dramatically as he shrunk and crept across the surrounding vast void, like some sort of living, strange creature.

At the same time, the silver "droplets" inside the narrow fissure also expanded countless times along with Omnia Cicada and his companions' voluntary immersion, becoming a vast galaxy spanning the starry sky.

Countless blurred silhouettes with eyes tightly closed were drifting complacently in the silver river, their seemingly real and illusory forms rising and falling with the waves. Occasionally, bits of bizarre dreams seeped from their bodies, only to be quickly submerged and drowned by the silver river, carried to the bottom, becoming small and strange grains of sand.

Is this the Dream Resting Abyss that Omnia Cicada spoke of?

Following behind Omnia Cicada and the Crimson King, overlooking the world below filled with countless drifting silhouettes, the Black-Cloaked Thrush showed a highly complex expression on his face, a mix of awe and disdain, rationally wanting to get closer, yet instinctively wishing to stay away.

Noticing his emotional change keenly, Omnia Cicada, who was walking—or rather swimming—ahead, turned back and smiled at the Thrush, asking warmly:

"What's wrong? Is it shocking?"

"Indeed, it's quite shocking..."

Gazing deep into the silver river, at the crisscrossing network of semi-transparent pipelines, and the jellyfish-like bizarre creatures that descend through them to devour the dream grains below and transport them back, the Thrush nodded in awe and said:

"Master Omnia Cicada, are we really not entering a material plane right now, but rather... a groove inside someone's brain?"

"To answer your question... all I can say is that both are correct."

Omnia Cicada chuckled upon hearing this, turning back to continue paving the way, answering leisurely:

"The place we're entering now is both a fully-formed material plane and the outer layer of a brain belonging to a dominator equally great as [Father]."

"..."

"You're already in Old Soil, yet you're still trying to comprehend the universe using the old mindset?"

Observing the Thrush, who was too shocked to speak, the Crimson King shook his head in mild disappointment, saying:

"Didn't we already tell you before? Old Soil's rules differ from the present world's, and the beings here can't be comprehended through the lens of the current world.

Both you and we are deities born from humans, so our appearance, cognition, languages used, etc., are fundamentally linked to humans, but that doesn't mean humans are everything. There are countless beings and planes in Old Soil, and you must..."

"Enough."

Waving hand to halt Crimson King's lecture, Omnia Cicada, seemingly in high spirits, smilingly interjected:

"Our new Black King is still young and hadn't left the present world much before. This is his first time deeply venturing into Old Soil, so it's perfectly normal not to be accustomed to these things. No need to be too harsh.

Moreover, Thrush, the Crimson King is right: don't use human circumstances to understand this Dream Resting Master. It differs from humans, from the mermaids of the Sea Abyss World, and from us, True Gods, as it doesn't exist in the form of a tribe.

The race to which this Dream Resting Master belongs is inherently a collective composed of countless wills, and the brain we're in now is the assembly of all its 'tribesmen.'

Though its origin, the Seventh Plane, is a complete material plane, it has long merged with this dream race, becoming the colossal brain itself."

After briefly explaining the situation of the Dream Resting Master, looking at the still obviously perplexed Thrush, Omnia Cicada paused for a moment, then explained as simply as possible:

"If you find it a bit hard to grasp, you can think of the Dream Resting Master as a lifeform without a body, existing solely as a giant brain which has merged with the plane it was born in and wholly became the source of all dreams.

This means that all planes you've been in—the present world, Old Soil's Ring Time Mountain, and Sea Abyss World, as well as [Father]'s abode—every dream originates from this Dream Resting Master's brain. So all dream planes are actually interconnected... do you understand?"

"Oh, oh!"

Hearing Omnia Cicada's inquiry, the Thrush, seeing stars before his eyes, nodded vigorously.

"Thank you for your explanation, I think I understand a part of it."

"Which part?"

"Um..."

Unexpectedly, hearing Omnia Cicada wanted to check his "homework," the Thrush hesitated slightly before carefully replying:

"This Dream Resting Master's brain is indeed very big?"

"..."

Never mind, let's pretend I didn't say anything.

Faced with the Thrush's rather... conservative answer intelligence-wise, Omnia Cicada's expression stiffened slightly, finally giving up on explanations and proceeded onward with a darkened face towards the unknown destination.

And following behind him, the Crimson King gave a somewhat helpless smile, then gazed at the rippling Drowning Dream Galaxy below, finally couldn't help but express disdain:

"This really is... No matter how many times I come, this place always looks so disgusting."

"Huh???"

"..."

Looking back at the confused expression on the Thrush's face, Omnia Cicada felt a slight itchiness inside, but couldn't hold back the urge to "show off" his knowledge, keeping a straight face as he explained:

"The Crimson King wasn't referring to the world itself as disgusting, but rather felt uncomfortable with how this Dream Resting Master handles its tribe's people." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Tribe people? Isn't it an individual?"

"The race is a collective formed by countless wills, but that doesn't mean there's only one will..."

Explaining with slight frustration, Omnia Cicada pointed to the floating silhouettes below:

"Those silhouettes, akin to floating corpses, are the wills of the Dream Resting Master's people.

Upon reaching the root source, the Dream Resting Master created an endless dream to completely monopolize the 'brain,' depriving its people's wills, soaking them here, and extracting their consciousness through dreams as sustenance for itself.

But these aren't important right now, we'll discuss them later... Thrush, quickly use your [Disaster Avoidance] to sense if there's any likelihood the Food God might pass by this Dream Resting Abyss?"