Indeed, all this was just an intentional copy. Every single spot in this world emanated that familiar feeling of the Dream World.
Tang Ling had noticed this a while ago. However, since it was just a copy, it was not as magical as the real Dream World. Therefore, the purple mist was not real despite there being an energy wave in the mist that felt tender. It was fake!
Although he was cultivating the Thousand Satin Skill here, he could not gather any energy! Still, it was not without its benefits either. As Tang Ling cultivated his Thousand Satin Skill, his body had shown signs of slow recovery.
Is this a little consolation prize? Trying to copy the real thing?
Tang Ling smiled and shook his head, then continued his cultivation. Since it could recover his energy, why not cultivate it? He was wondering when the game in this world truly began and how much of his energy he could recover.