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He didn't know what the future would hold, but at this moment he was filled with confidence about it, only his goals needed to be adjusted.

Previously, his goal was to have as much power as possible, which then changed to becoming as strong as possible. Now, his goal was to live as long as possible. Given the current situation, if nothing unexpected happened, Miao was definitely going to make it far.

He didn't need to do anything.

Not strive to excel, not need to be error-free, then not die.

In the future, he would naturally rise with the tide.

And at that moment—

He was not given much time for wild thoughts, as the twelfth challenge began!

"The twelfth challenge is about to start!"

"All players, please prepare yourselves!"

"Name of the twelfth challenge": Virtual Dream Realm.

"Content of the challenge": All remaining players will be transported into a dream realm, in which all their memories will be temporarily sealed, and players will not be able to awaken from the dream.

The dream will last thirty years.

In the outside world, only three hours will pass.

Players will need to gradually awaken in the dream realm relying on their willpower, and they should try to kill other players as much as possible. After thirty years in the dream, those who kill at least one other player will pass the challenge.

The remaining players will be eliminated.

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"What?"

Yuan Buping on the spectator seat blinked slightly, "Virtual Dream Realm? Another challenge where memories are sealed in a dream? This is Elder Bai's forte, isn't it? Too bad Elder Bai isn't here; otherwise, this challenge would be a sure pass for him!"

"That's indeed the case."

Zhou Shen also nodded in regret. This challenge would have been a huge advantage for Elder Bai, who could awaken even from the deepest layers of dreams, something beyondordinary people.

Even Miao took a full seventy years to awaken from the deepest layer of dreams.

Elder Bai could completely control when to awaken himself, just needing a sense of falling to do so.

After all, he had the memories of tens of thousands of people in his mind, effectively making him like a patient with tens of thousands of personality layers, where adding one more was neither painful nor itching. Each day, the main personality had to face so many attacks from other personalities.

If the main personality's protective mechanisms were a bit worse, it would have been overrun long ago, and would not have lasted until now.

Of course, compared to others, Chen Miao still had an advantage. After all, in the entire Federation, there were currently only two people who had awoken from deep dreams, one was Elder Bai, the other was Chen Miao.

Both were within the Tomb Guardian Power.

Lord Miao didn't count.

Compared to others, Miao should be able to awaken faster.

Meanwhile, Elder Bai in The Land of Extreme Cold, unaware of the discussions taking place in the secret realm about him, was sitting alone in his graveyard, eyes tightly closed, lips dark blue, his body continuously trembling.

No one knew what he was experiencing.

In the War of Civilization, he absorbed the life memories of over a billion people at once.

A civilization's memories exploded and stored in his mind incessantly.

Forget about this highly rewarding secret realm—at this moment, even if the sky were falling, he wouldn't have been able to move an inch, other than to wait for death. He had to seal each and every one of the countless billions of memories in his mind, an incredibly huge workload.

If there was any mistake, his main personality would be overthrown.

The danger of this was self-evident.

...

Although the dream lasted thirty years, there were only three hours in the outside world. For the spectators, it was like fast-forwarding through a movie.

It was an ancient world.

Before awakening, it was impossible to use any items from one's backpack, making them no different from an ordinary person. Of course, the physical capabilities were still usable, as they were not affected.

The twenty-plus players each had their own identities.

Some were merchants, some were slaves, some were commoners, and some were soldiers.

"That player's identity is that of a noble family's Mr. Miao— in this obviously feudal society of the ancient world, that status is simply too powerful. At the very least, it can ensure survival for the first few decades."

"Who's to say otherwise? Look at that player's status, a slave. Just bad luck, barely entering the dream and getting whipped to death on the spot, directly eliminated. Where do you even begin to argue that?"

For a while, the players in the spectator seats were abuzz with discussion.

Clearly, everyone realized one thing: the players' statuses meant different starting points. The identity of a noble family's young master, although it could not accelerate the awakening, could ensure one survived safely through the initial decades.

"Hey, Chen Miao's status seems pretty bad too; he's a slave. And his confidant Hungry Monkey's identity is also a slave."
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"That's not too good."

"But both of their physical abilities are obviously high. They took so many whippings and yet didn't show any signs of trouble, quite resilient."

"It's tough. This is the first time seeing Chen Miao in such a plight."

The one player all the spectators were most focused on was naturally Chen Miao. As a star player, everyone secretly hoped Chen Miao would make it through this challenge and pass successfully.

In the second challenge.

Many players in the spectator seats were hoping Chen Miao would be eliminated quickly.

But by the twelfth challenge, most of the players in the seats were hoping Chen Miao could hold on to the end and successfully pass.

It's not easy to say whether it was out of goodwill or malice.

It can only be said that the existence of human nature made everyone more eager to see less likely events occur.