Wu Pifu gagged several times before finally recovering.
This time, the dream world penetration was simply terrible.
Even with his body’s exceptional constitution, he felt dizzy and woozy.
But it didn’t seem to be a physical effect; it was more of a mental impact.
Because the three little creatures with him had also fainted, yet they were physically unharmed, merely unconscious.
If it had truly been physical harm making him gag, these powers would have already turned those three animals to ashes.
By now, Wu Pifu had already stored the powerful symbiotic armor inside his body.
On his clothes, there were a few metal decorative plates.
The three animals were all placed on him: Jiujiu and the big blue fly went into his shirt pockets, Daphne was tucked under his arm, and he was holding a pot of golden tree bonsai.
The branches of the golden tree drooped softly—it was unclear if the golden tree had also passed out.
Wu Pifu tidied himself and the little animals, then looked around.
They were in a city; he stood on a riverside embankment.
On both sides of the riverbank were urban areas with tall buildings, clearly a modern city.
But everything was shrouded in thick fog.
This fog was a bit acrid, smelling like burning coal.