Chapter 1737 Real

"Jacob, this is real." Irene frowned. A few strands of her hair on her forehead had slightly frizzed.

"Irene, don't you want to wake up?" Jacob let out a deep growl. "Everything before us is a dream."

"It's... not a dream, is it?" Irene hesitated a little. Her Supreme Lingering Heart couldn't tell if it was real or not.

"This is certainly a dream." Jacob sneered. "Dream Stealer was stabbed through the heart with your Shura last time. Although he has recovered now, how can someone who has been wounded by Shura be completely unscathed? Therefore, he cannot be carrying our consciousness through Three Thousand Worlds at will in a dream. What lies before us is fake."