The skeleton also said, “Even if his bloodline power allows him to steal other people’s dreams, your purple fire just now barely suffered any loss, which shows that his dream-stealing ability is very limited. How long would it take to steal this entire space clean? And even if his dream-stealing ability could be used infinitely, a person’s capacity to bear dreams is limited. For a kid like him, could he really handle it?”

Rebecca Clark reignited the purple fire in her eyes, then mused, “What was lost just now was about one-thousandth, truly negligible, but at least we’ve spent over fifty years and still couldn’t shake this space in the slightest, yet he can. The capacity to bear dreams is limited because a Dreamweaver’s mastery is limited. Once his cultivation improves, the dream space’s capacity will naturally increase as well.”

Charles Reed widened his eyes, shocked by Rebecca Clark’s idea. “Then how many years will that take?”

Rebecca Clark smiled and said, “It surely won’t take more than fifty years, and besides, there have only ever been the three of us living people in this space. Don’t you find it boring?”

Charles Reed muttered, “Does Old Thompson count as a living person? He’s just a pile of bones now.”

Skeleton Old Thompson: “Screw you!”

Rebecca Clark laughed again. “If Leonard Thompson doesn’t count as a living person, then I guess I can’t be counted either?” As she spoke, two wings suddenly sprouted from her back, and at the same time, a supple tail extended from her shapely hips to the front, swaying gently.

“Both Leonard Thompson and I used Dreamweaving to change our races. He chose to become an undead, while I chose to become a succubus, but I’ve never thought of myself as no longer human.”

Charles Reed lowered his head slightly. “I misspoke… Anyway, what you mean is that we should help this kid grow as quickly as possible, then use his bloodline power to break through the space’s limitations? Fine, let me start things off.”

With that, Old Priest walked up to William Carter, looked at him a bit listlessly, and said, “Kid, you’re really lucky. It’s been decades since I last helped someone improve their cultivation. You said earlier you haven’t even completed the Dream Awakening stage? That’s fine, with a shallow foundation, it’s easier to improve quickly. Once I finish my ritual, I’ll at least help you leap over the three stages of the apprentice period and directly enter the Creation stage, becoming a full-fledged Dreamweaver. After you spend some time stabilizing your realm, I’ll help you cross the three stages of the Junior Dreamweaver and directly advance to Intermediate Dreamweaver. After that, those two will help you reach Senior Dreamweaver. At most, it’ll take four or five years… This upgrade speed is faster than rockets during a festival—three waves of rockets, you’ve really hit the jackpot!”

Then he fished out a talisman from the wide sleeve of his robe, holding it carefully in his hand, his face full of reluctance.

“Kid, in your next life you’d better repay me by working like an ox or a horse… The value of this talisman is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.”

As he spoke, Charles Reed softly chanted an incantation. The talisman in his hand suddenly emitted a brilliant light, which seemed almost alive, writhing and leaping from the talisman, surging toward William Carter.

Standing to the side, Rebecca Clark and Leonard Thompson both looked grave, clearly very concerned about the light released by Charles Reed.

The essence of the light was the vast amount of dream power accumulated by Charles Reed. This is a special power produced by Dreamweavers through special meditation techniques, generated from their minds—formless, intangible, mysterious and elusive. Yet this ethereal power is the essential material for any Dreamweaver to construct dreams, the very bricks and stones of dreams.

And only Dreamweavers can skillfully use dream power. The higher the level, the stronger the mastery, the more efficiently they can use dream power—and vice versa.

So to forcibly infuse a large amount of dream power into a novice who hasn’t even reached the Dream Awakening stage and can’t weave dreams on his own is a huge waste; most of it will be squandered. But Old Priest clearly didn’t care about such waste, releasing an astonishing amount in one go.

The old Daoist’s thinking was simple and direct. In his view, there was no faster way to improve a Dreamweaver’s cultivation.

The three stages of a Dreamweaver’s apprentice period—Tranquility, Dream Awakening, and Clarity—are, at their core, meant to enable the practitioner to produce dream power on their own, improve their constitution, and adapt to the existence of dream power, laying a foundation for future use. So rather than letting William Carter slowly cultivate step by step, it’s better to directly stimulate him with a large amount of dream power, forcing his body to adapt and change, so his cultivation will soar.

In theory, this cramming method is undoubtedly effective. Human adaptability is extremely strong, and there have been experts in history who were forcibly infused this way… It’s just that such a lavish method is almost unheard of even at the resource-rich Yangcheng Academy, and the risks are not to be underestimated. But Charles Reed didn’t care at all, appearing full of confidence.

The light from the talisman poured continuously into William Carter, and before long, all the dream power was exhausted and the light dimmed.

Charles Reed, Rebecca Clark, and Leonard Thompson held their breath, carefully observing William Carter, trying to spot any changes in the boy.

Yet the three of them found nothing. The dreamlike aura around the boy was as clean as ever, with no sign of a sudden surge in cultivation.

“……”