He changed Tiwat

The song echoed again and again before the statue of the wind god, until the singer was hoarse and exhausted.

After her tears and songs had run dry, an inextinguishable flame ignited within the girl…

The vortex passage closed behind them, plunging them into boundless darkness.

In places without any light, people tend to get nervous easily.

Yura instinctively gripped Han Fulai's hand tightly—Han Fulai's hand was now the only "real" thing she could touch.

With his experience, Han Fulai squeezed Youra's hand reassuringly and thoughtfully reminded her of some precautions: "Close your eyes and wait a moment. This passage will start rotating soon, and it might shake a lot. Don't get lost, okay?"

"Okay, I understand." Yura's voice was exceptionally obedient.

The two closed their eyes and waited for a few seconds, and the dizzying experience arrived as expected.

With one more person this time, Han Fulai felt that the passageway seemed to have changed as well.

The transfer process doesn't resemble a washing machine drum anymore; it's more like dancing.

The two seemed to be holding hands, tracing circles on the dance floor, dancing an endless waltz.

Just then, he heard Yura let out a short scream.

Han Fulai was so frightened that he quickly opened his eyes, only to have Yura slap his eyes shut.

"Don't look!"

Despite Yura's warning not to look, Han Fulai still managed to see what he was supposed to see in that fleeting glimpse.

In the darkness, Yura's soul, or rather her consciousness, emitted a faint, dazzling white light that was impossible to look away from...

In short, Yura is currently... naked.

The soul, of course, doesn't wear clothes.

Hmm... he doesn't seem to be wearing anything either.

Furthermore, he discovered that Yura was much more well-endowed than she appeared, perhaps only slightly less so than A-He...

Wait, what is he thinking?

Han Fulai's jumbled thoughts finally culminated in a roar: "...This isn't a Gundam movie set, what are you doing, floating naked?!"

The only response he received was Yura's exasperated voice: "Close your eyes!"

Han Fulai said helplessly, "Didn't you already cover my eyes?"

Yura gritted her teeth: "Then shut up!"

Okay, Han Fulai, shut up obediently.

After spinning for a while, Han Fulai felt his feet touch solid ground with a "thud".

Has this brought us back to reality?

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it. Although Yura let go of his hand, she still covered his face with her other hand.

And it's so quiet around here... Isn't Wendy going to say a word?

He waited silently for a while before Yura finally released her hand from his face.

"Can I open my eyes now?" he asked cautiously.

“…Okay.” Yura agreed.

Han Fulai opened his eyes and found that it was no different from having his eyes closed.

The surroundings were exactly the same as when they entered the black vortex—completely devoid of light. The good news, however, was that at least they wouldn't be able to see each other, preventing any awkwardness.

But Yura was clearly still not over it: "You...you promise me you'll forget everything you just saw!"

Han Fulai chuckled: "Don't worry... I'm not some Aslan who's never seen a woman before..."

Yura frowned in the darkness: "'Aswolf', what kind of wolf is that?"

Han Fulai grinned.

He couldn't very well tell Yura that he knew a guy named Asro who had been engaged for two years and was still a virgin, whose first half of life was spent changing jobs with no hope of promotion, who was his fiancée Lux's bodyguard and could see her every day but never touch her, who appeared abstinent but was actually thinking about naked Cagalli every day...

Oh, speaking of which, he did have a fiancée...

Fortunately, Yura didn't dwell on the topic, because she had more important things to do right now.

She seemed to check her physical condition slightly in the darkness, and Han Fulai heard the sound of her skirt rustling.

"...You've changed your clothes, and my Eye of God isn't here anymore. You're wearing a floor-length gown now?...Did something go wrong during the transfer?" Yura asked.

Han Fulai also checked his own condition at this time.

His Eye of the Blank God was naturally not on his body either.

In addition, although he couldn't see it, he could feel a lot of sequin-like embellishments on his clothes and a cape draped over his shoulders—in short, it was definitely not his clothes.

"As solid as a rock," Han Fulai said in a low voice.

If they could summon the Jade Shield, they would at least have a personal light source.

However, nothing happened.

As expected, there was no reaction from the immortal power.

It seems that the black vortex they just entered was not a passage to reality, but a passage to another place.

And this is... a new dream?

Chapter 331 The White Princess and the Prince of Light (Part 1)

After thinking for a moment, Han Fulai had come to a preliminary conclusion.

“Yura, I now suspect… we’ve entered a new dream. Our limbs have touch, a heartbeat, and we can breathe… this proves that we now have a physical body.”

—And that "soul-floating" state just now was equivalent to the two "actors" entering a "dressing room" and changing into "costumes." Except this "dressing room" wasn't gender-segregated...

“We’ve both tried, and it seems our powers have vanished here—just like in that dream where we were playing Rustan. We’re probably playing different roles again, but it’s too dark here for us to see each other. Also…”

"...Perhaps there's more to the trial?" Yura interjected.

"Probably."

Han Fulai nodded silently. In the end, the idea that "slaying the dragon means passing the trial" was just his guess. Besides, Wendy hadn't actually told him there was only one trial. What if the old man got interested and gave him an extra question?

"So what should we do now?" Yura asked.

"If this is a new dream trial, it should give us some hints. Let's wait and see... Maybe we'll suddenly see a memory or hear a voice or something..."

Han Fulai wasn't entirely sure, but wandering around in the dark could easily lead to getting lost or encountering danger. Based on experience, he'd gained new information with each scene change in his previous dreams; perhaps this time would be the same?

—The two fell silent at the same time.

The pitch-black darkness continued.

In the still darkness, time seemed to lose its meaning.

Gradually, their breathing and heartbeats became the only sounds in the room.

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, Yura finally couldn't help but speak up: "Um... your hand."

"Hand?" Han Fulai shook his hand, but there was nothing unusual.

“I mean…” Yura’s voice trailed off, “Give me your hand…”

"Oh, oh..." Han Fulai followed Yura's voice and handed over his right hand.

A soft little hand touched his fingertips and then grasped his.

"What? So you're afraid of the dark, Yura?" Han Fulai asked with a smile.

Yura snorted, "I'm not afraid."

That's what she said, but she gripped her hand a little tighter.

It's like... being afraid he'll suddenly disappear.

Just holding hands brings a familiar sense of security that rises from the bottom of my heart, turning the darkness that shrouds everything into a gentle night.

Anyway, there's nothing he can't handle, right? —Yura thought quietly.

Just then, a "snap" sound suddenly rang out above their heads.

A spotlight shone on the two of them.

Then, more lights came on in rows, illuminating the entire space.

“This is… the Opikley Opera House…?!” Yura exclaimed in surprise.

Before them appeared a huge semi-circular stage, more than three feet high and dozens of feet long and wide, large enough for several carriages to ride side by side.

A stage of this size is usually only found in extremely luxurious opera houses; even the venue of the Fontaine Traveling Circus they visited together was not as large.

In Yura's memory, the only theater of such grandeur was the Opiclie Opera House in Fontainebleau. She had only visited it once when she was young, with her parents taking her there.

Realizing where she was, Yura turned around and saw rows of red goose-down chairs.

The two of them had been standing in front of the stage, like audience members waiting for the opera to begin.

Han Fulai noticed his and Yura's attire.

They didn't become other people; they just changed their clothes.

He was dressed in a magnificent gown adorned with gold sequins and a white cape, while Yura wore a pure white, floor-length dress that resembled a wedding gown, and a silver crown on her head... How should I put it, she looked like... a princess?

The spotlight that had been shining on them slowly moved back and stopped at the middle seat in the first row, as if guiding them to their seats.

This is an obvious hint.

The two exchanged a glance, and Han Fulai nodded slightly. He took Youla's hand and followed the path of the lights to their seats in the audience.

Almost as soon as they sat down, the overhead lights went out again, leaving only the stage lights used as scenery.

The light was a white, full moon.

Beneath the full moon lies a lush forest painted on the backdrop.

When Han Fulai saw the moon and the forest, he suddenly remembered something he had almost forgotten—Wendy had told him that the original version of "The White Princess and the Six Dwarfs" was hidden in history.

Now that he has passed the trial, it's time for him to collect his "completion reward."

At that moment, a gentle-sounding female voice rang out, like a mother telling her child a bedtime story—

"Long, long ago, in the distant Kingdom of Night, the Night Mother ruled over all her subjects..."

"...Moonlight Forest is the only kingdom that has escaped the rule of the Night Mother. Only here can people see the bright moon, and its light brings blessings to all living beings..."

The narrator's voice reminded Yura of a fairy tale she had heard as a child—"Is this 'opera' the one from 'The White Princess and the Six Dwarfs'?"

Han Fulai nodded, "Yes, and it's an original version that you haven't seen before, from a very, very long time ago."

After the narrator finished reading the prelude, only his voice was heard and he was not seen, a spotlight shone on the side of the stage.

"The ruler of this country is a beautiful princess with flawless white skin."

"Like the moon, she possesses the whitest skin, the purest eyes, and the clearest heart in the entire forest. Therefore, her subjects are devoted to her and call her the 'White Princess'."

On stage, the protagonist of the story appears under the lights.

She wore a silver crown and a snow-white, floor-length gown, walking through the forest bathed in moonlight.

She had snow-white skin, medium-length blue hair, pale golden eyes, and a pair of unforgettable long legs; every movement she made was as graceful as a dance.

...Yura let out a small gasp of surprise.

Because she saw herself.

Anyone would be surprised to suddenly see another version of themselves.

Han Fulai winked at Yura: "I didn't realize you were such a 'flawless and beautiful princess'!"

Yura retorted in a low voice: "Be careful, or you might end up playing a dwarf on stage!"

On the stage, the princess lifted her long skirt, gracefully sat with her legs together on a stone platform, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

"The White Princess rules her people with gentle methods, and she always knows what is best for them. Under her protection, the inhabitants of Moonlight Forest will never suffer the merciless punishment of the Night Mother, nor will they be harmed by the poisons of the night."

"But Princess White also has her own worries."

"In the pitch-black night sky, the eternal moon is like a small hole through which light seems to pass, and through its light one can almost see the illusions of another world. Like everyone else, the princess often sits on the ancient stone slabs in front of the palace, stroking the fluorescent moss, and imagining what kind of world lies beyond the moonlight."

On the stage, Yura pointed to the moon with her left hand, posing a question to herself.