Chương 1262: The city of mountains

A night passed, and the number of Holy Dragon City cultivators who had successfully entered the dream world had exceeded a hundred. Each of them held a golden brick in their hands, and they looked extremely wealthy!

However, among the cultivators who had transmigrated, the highest cultivation was only level five. There was not a single Overlord.

After asking the Holy Dragon city's cultivators, he found out that the dream journal had little effect on the Lord-level cultivators. After such a long time, almost no Lord-level cultivators had fallen asleep.

It was strange that the Lords, who should have gone to bed long ago, did not feel sleepy at all. Was it related to the dream journal?

On the other hand, the low-level cultivators were all asleep, and their thunderous snores almost lifted the roof!