Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 491 The Dream of the Ancient Sun God
The expression on Anderson's face seemed quite tangled. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said:
"You are really like a seducing devil."

"Which being do you think I should pray to?"

Renekton chuckled and said:

"Try them all. You choose whoever responds. It's just a transaction. Whether you believe in it or not is your own business. No one will care."

Anderson grinned and said, "Then it was discovered that I didn't pray sincerely, and the bad luck on my body doubled?"

Before he could say the next words, the bright sunshine at noon suddenly disappeared, the sky suddenly darkened, and another dark night came.

The original topic of exchange ended here. The two of them returned to their rooms, lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

In a daze, Renekton's thoughts gradually became clearer. When he finally regained consciousness, he returned to the depths of the temple and was standing side by side in front of the wooden door with Anderson.

Renekton stared at the wooden door in front of him for a while, then reached out and turned the door handle. With a squeaking sound, the wooden door was pushed open a gap.

There was something dark and dark on the other side of the door, making it hard to see clearly. You could just barely make out some fragmented light spots floating in the air, and an extremely crazy and extremely twisted aura came through from behind the gap.

"What are you going to do?" Anderson stepped back continuously. The thing behind the door gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. It seemed that as long as it had a trace of breath, he would fall into complete madness and lose control.

Renekton looked back at Anderson, who was alert behind him, and said in a calm voice:

"To explore the most dangerous dreamland here, you can return to the mural hall first."

"By the way, let me give you a prophecy. The most deadly dangers are often hidden in the most ordinary life."

"What do you mean?" Anderson asked in surprise.

Renekton chuckled and said, "It means that when you leave this sea area and return to the normal world, the price of your misfortune will explode in a more complicated and silent way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the dream world behind the wooden door. As he entered, the wooden door began to close slowly and spontaneously.

Anderson raised his hand forward and murmured:
"I thought you were talking about the fact that I drank fake wine on the Future and almost turned myself into a fool."

"After I leave this sea of ​​ruins, my bad luck will erupt more quietly? How else can it erupt? Will all the wine I drink in the future turn into fake wine?"

After muttering for a while, Anderson turned back to the hall full of gorgeous murals outside the temple. He lost the company of a demigod. The act of exploring this dreamland would become extremely dangerous. It was better to stay in the already determined safe zone. good.

Behind the wooden door, in the dream left by the ancient sun god before his death.

Everything here is chaotic, no matter space or time, pure white light floods everything.

In this pure whiteness that drowns everything, there are countless turbulent malices flowing, sometimes turning into a blade condensed with pure death to cut down, sometimes turning into extremely peaceful wolf claws, sometimes turning into countless limbs entwined with each other. sarcoma
After standing in silence for two seconds, Renekton turned and looked behind him. The door he originally entered through had disappeared, leaving only pure white.

The next moment, the surrounding lights and shadows shook violently, as if they were stimulated by something. This dream that was considered a nightmare showed signs of waking up soon.

The already extremely chaotic and crazy dream began to disintegrate piece by piece, and countless lights and shadows were flowing, forming a huge light and shadow that seemed to be able to support the heaven and earth.

There was obviously no sound around him, but hot blood flowed out of Renekton's ears. Even if his eyes were closed, the surrounding pictures could still be transmitted to his mind.

As the huge light and shadow emerged, the extremely twisted and evil auras around them began to gather and take shape. They included ferocious dragons, monsters with smooth tentacles and bird feathers, and ferocious monsters with eight arms. Twisted demon wolves, tall flaming giants, evil suns wreathed in countless flames, huge monsters made of various pieces of meat and plants, and a giant snake with a pair of exaggerated and thick wings spread out from behind.
The twisted and terrifying monster infected the entire dream like a virus, fighting with the huge light and shadow that seemed to be able to open up the world. The entire dream seemed to be destroyed over and over again, and reshaped again and again.

There seems to be no concept of time in this dream. Renekton can only passively watch the huge light and shadow die again and again, being eaten by many monsters.

With each experience, his spirit weakened a little.

This is completely different from the situation described by Bernadette. The chain reaction caused by the spiritual imprint of the true Creator? The thoughts in my mind should be floating, and the ultimate sense of danger suddenly swept through my body.

A giant snake covered with huge greenish-black scales, with white feathers sprouting from the gaps, suddenly fell down.

Each feather and each scale on its body has strange symbols of different shapes. Pale flames are burning in its eye sockets. It is cold and dead, and it is like death itself.

Stars appeared one after another around Renekton, densely packed and dazzling, but they quickly became dim and disappeared into little light blue debris.

At the moment when the giant snake with exaggerated wings was about to crash down on him, countless iron-black lights erupted like a tide. They poured out from the depths of Renekton's spiritual body, carrying undisguised malice and madness, and quickly Swallowed this entire dream.

The originally pure white dreamland turned pitch black, and those ferocious and terrifying monsters seemed to have fallen into a deep quagmire, making it difficult to escape for a while.

This was a spiritual imprint that Renekton had left on him after communicating with the true creator through the air during this period. It was not only to facilitate the exploration of this dreamland, but also to help him open the passage to the land abandoned by the gods.

"...I'm dead." A hoarse and deep voice echoed directly in Renekton's mind.

Following his spiritual intuition, he opened his eyes and looked in the direction behind him. A man with fair skin was standing there at a loss, with unconcealed fear and relief in his eyes. There was obviously no light around him, but his figure was very clear.

He is wearing a black clergy robe, with a silver cross hanging on his chest. His hair is not long and is mainly jet black, but the roots show a light yellowish-golden color. His eyes are pure gold and his skin is whiter. , with a deep outline, quite similar to those from the Northern Continent.

Renekton looked at the other person briefly and asked in surprise: "Are you awake?"

"Awake? No, I'm just dreaming." The voice of the man wearing clergy robes opposite seemed extremely calm. After a slight pause, he continued:

"The incomplete spiritual mark from me that you carry allows me to temporarily regain a little bit of myself, but this cannot last long, and I will soon fall into an eternal nightmare again."

While speaking, a tiny ray of light emerged from the darkness. He held it in his hand, handed it to Renekton and said:
"I hope that in the future I will be dominated by humanity, not divinity."

Without waiting for Renekton to reply, the surrounding darkness began to fade away, and pieces of broken light spots reappeared. They engulfed everything and purified everything.

The figure wearing black clergy robes had cracks on its skin, and countless blazing white lights surged out of his body. His figure quickly enlarged and grew taller, and once again turned into the huge light and shadow that seemed to be able to support the heaven and earth.

The tiny ray of light he handed to Renekton swam and fell into Renekton's hand.

The next moment, his figure disappeared into this dreamland.

Renekton only felt that his consciousness was briefly blurred for a moment. When he came to his senses again, he had arrived on a dark reef. Less than 10 nautical miles away from the reef, there was a towering mountain peak.

It was a mountain peak covered with countless magnificent and exaggeratedly huge palaces, towers and city walls. On the back of the mountain peak was a piece of solidified sunset, spreading the colors of dusk onto the mountain peak where the city was located.

Further on the mountain peak, where the naked eye could not see, a line of sight that revealed madness and a strong sense of oppression was cast over.

Just by watching, Renekton felt like he was about to passively leave the collective dream.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. The dazzling sunlight illuminated the surroundings brightly, and Renekton once again emerged from his dream.

Getting up from the bed, he walked to the window and looked at the deeper parts of the sea. He could vaguely grasp where the passage to the God's Abandoned Land was opened.

After looking back at the room and confirming that there was nothing to pack, he withdrew his gaze. His body instantly became transparent and turned into a statue made of countless starlights. The statue instantly shattered and turned into dots of surging starlight.

These starlights spread out, penetrated into the gaps in the cabin, and rushed deeper into the sea.

In the captain's room, Cattleya stood in front of the window of the captain's room, looking at the sea that was illuminated by the midday sun like a golden flame, feeling a little lost.

She suddenly felt something and glanced sideways in the direction of Renekton's room, then quickly looked away.

Deep in this sea area, there is a small island made of countless gray and white marbles without any life.

Pieces of starlight emerged from the spiritual world and reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

As soon as the figure solidified, a subtle light separated from his body and disappeared into the sea ahead.

Under the midday sun, it seemed as if a golden flame froze on the dancing sea surface for a moment, and then the sea water began to sink along a straight line.

It becomes deeper and deeper, wider and wider, until a straight chasm is formed, and the sound of rushing water appears noisy and rhythmic.

The water on both sides fell down like a waterfall until it submerged into the bottomless darkness.

Renekton walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, glanced into the depths of the bottomless trench, then opened his hands, looked up at the golden sky above his head, and jumped down as if embracing the sun.

The falling process is accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness, which makes people's heartbeat speed up unconsciously, until the brain feels dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

When the dizziness passed and his brain became clear again, Renekton found himself standing on the edge of a cliff, with the sound of waves rolling behind him constantly. With the lightning that fell from time to time in the sky, he could barely see clearly. surrounding environment.

"This lightning frequency, according to Little Sun and others, should be at night."

After muttering in a low voice, Renekton reached out from the shadows beneath him and took out a fist-sized crystal ball.

With the infusion of spirituality, the crystal ball covered with a layer of water mist from the inside quickly became transparent and bright. Pure light blue stars swayed out from the crystal ball, and the soft light quickly dispersed the surrounding darkness.

After solving the problem of the light source, Renekton began to look around. From time to time, a silvery white electric light fell down, allowing him to clearly see the things around him:

Exaggeratedly huge palaces, towers and city walls stand row upon row on the mountain peaks, looking majestic and ancient, with an obvious alien aesthetic.

(End of this chapter)