Chapter 219 God's Fall (Part 1) Rounding off three into one (weeping)...

"You're not going to run away?"

The second generation desert god asked from afar.

"Where can you escape to?" Cui Zhiyong sneered.

The empty hall on the third floor was filled with scarlet gravel. Dense raindrops fell from the sky, turning the place into a cold curtain of water. A damp smell filled the air, a strange smell that was like a mixture of water vapor and blood.

"You are so brave, don't forget that your life is still in my hands." Shen Du's tone was obviously annoyed, but he didn't choose to take action at the first moment.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Cui Zhiyong from afar for a long time. Suddenly, he paused for a moment in thought and realized where that familiar feeling came from.

Deep in the confused soul, a sense of irritability vaguely rose.

"It's you again," Shen Du's voice sank twice, "It was you who took the initiative to pray to me for strength and power, it was you who launched the soul howl at me as the leader of the united resistance army, and it was you who used your own blood and soul to cause confusion in my consciousness. I have observed that you don't care about the desert kingdom, the desert people, and even the external erosion of the desert. Therefore, I once thought that you were similar to me, and all your actions were directed towards the gods, ambition, greed, madness, trying to use the fall of the gods to rebuild the road to becoming a god like me, but... you are still a human being at this moment. Can I understand that there is no reason for everything you do, just to satisfy your own pleasure?"

"Don't make me sound like a cold-hearted lunatic. Didn't you choose to use me to warn and check that fat pig king?"

Cui Zhiyong groaned, and began to move slowly, circling the edge of the wall around the Desert God. His lowered eyes were clear and calm, but his tone was strangely relaxed.

"Shen Du, don't say you feel conflicted. I also feel a little strange. I was born in the desert and grew up in a fortress. My parents, blood relatives, people I know, and people I don't know, one by one, either died in the struggle for royal power because of greed, or were swallowed up and died by you with various beliefs. Although I didn't have much affection for them, when I was accidentally assigned to be one of the members to go to the forest to explore intelligence, I actually felt a panic, because I might die in the forest, or never return to my home in the desert again."

"However, the moment I stepped onto the grassland, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief... It was the joy of letting go of the burden, getting rid of the past, and welcoming freedom. I don't have to worry about being scared to death by the Fat Pig King, nor do I have to worry about awakening my special powers or being too talented and then being devoured by you and becoming a needle that will pierce you in who knows how many years."

At this point, Cui Zhiyong shrugged his shoulders. "It's a pity that I was separated from my companions as soon as I entered the forest. Then the first person I met recognized my true identity. I had to follow that guy everywhere. If I got out of sight, I would die... The freedom I just got flew away in an instant."

Shen Du: "You are laughing."

Cui Zhiyong spread his hands. "Is it strange? I am analyzing my inner thoughts with you. Anyway, I went through a period of fear and terror, followed by a long and peaceful time, and... a very lively and chaotic time. Thinking carefully, my memories of the more than ten years in the desert are very vague. The pictures are gray and dull, accompanied by depression and fear, and the deepest impression is all death and blood. Only from the moment I arrived in the forest, the pictures in my memory have bright colors."

He raised the corner of his lips, and his right hand brushed across the wall, causing the sand stuck on the wall to fall off. "So, Shen Du, the basis of your guess was wrong from the beginning. I no longer belong to the desert, so why do I care about the desert?"

"...Is that so?" Shendu's gaze from afar became increasingly cold. "But it's nothing more than an escape. You've trapped yourself in a small place, using the little kindness given by the outside world to satisfy your own meager needs. It's really pitiful."

Cui Zhiyong muttered, "If I had heard this a few months ago, I might have really broken down... But now, I've been pulled out a long time ago, and I was forced to do it. The other guy didn't stop me at all..."

He sighed, but smiled, and his voice became louder again. He turned to the direction of the Desert God and asked, "Shendu, have you ever cared about anything?"

"What?"

"You see, it's you who is emotionally barren."

After he finished speaking, the Desert God not far away suddenly noticed something unusual and reacted. Before he could react, his right arm suddenly lost control and pierced his chest heavily.

"...Soul howling? No, this is..."

"resonance."

Cui Zhiyong's smile grew wider. "At first I thought you were dead. Where should I go to steal back the remaining half of my soul? Didn't I expect you to appear in the kingdom of dreams? You really want to see me, right?"

"It's a pity that you don't seem to be crazy yet. I thought that after you died, you would become a complete lunatic, which would make it easier to steal..."

With a hissing sound, scarlet gravel rose from the ground and pierced Cui Zhiyong's chest from behind.

His voice suddenly stopped, but after a few seconds he seemed to feel no pain. He continued to look at the Desert God not far away and said, "You are dead. Your deathbed was destroyed, and your heart was shattered by the cloud flame. Now you are just a soul body mixed with countless broken souls. In other words, we can finally try to test that conjecture."

The moment the words fell, Cui Zhiyong's body slowly melted like liquid, and then merged into the sand surface along with the rain falling from the sky, forming a small pit.

The heavy rain continued, and countless figures of Cui Zhiyong gradually emerged from the rain curtain.

"This is new research. Isn't it amazing?"

And Shen Du didn't seem to care at all. He just lowered his head to look at the hand that was still inserted into his chest, then he regained control and slowly pulled out his hand. The hole in his chest healed at an extremely fast speed.

"Your plan... is that [the gods will be assimilated into humans]?"

He said thoughtfully, then suddenly raised his hand, and the scarlet gravel surging on the ground suddenly rose up, like a sharp blade, cutting off the falling rain curtain, and a neat circle of cuts appeared on the four walls.

Cui Zhiyong stuck to the high wall outside the attack range of the gravel, staring at the shadow in the middle of the hall, and cautiously moved a few centimeters upwards.

Not yet? Before he could continue speaking, the desert god below suddenly spoke.

"In a world unknown to you, you have died more than seventy times, but only twice were at my hands. You should know how you died those two times. You are so weak, yet you dare to conduct experiments on gods. It's absurd. Gods cannot become humans. Your plan is doomed to fail."

Cui Zhiyong didn't understand the first words Shen Du said, "Wait, what do you mean I died? More than seventy times? And what did I know about those two times? Are you crazy now? Do you still know what you are saying?"

"I have seen the future in the memory of a generation ago?"

Did the gods come to ferry us? He ignored Cui Zhiyong, who was sulking against the wall, and said to himself: "The continent will be swallowed by the endless desert, and all living things will be on the verge of extinction. Forests, oceans, and ice fields will all disappear completely in just one year. Tell me, how can humans survive in a world destined to be destroyed? The only way is to pray for the protection of the gods."

The scarlet sand covering the ground suddenly rose up, forming a series of scenes that were only calf-high, deserts, seas, forests, and countless densely packed cities. The scarlet sand flowing between these scenes buried and swallowed the cities one by one like waves. Although there was only the rustling sound of the flowing sand, the countless cities that were quickly flattened still clearly showed the scene of the disaster. An inexplicable panic came over Cui Zhiyong.

“…Although I don’t understand why you said these things to me, I’ll remember them and discuss them with others later. As for now, give me back my half soul?!”

After that, the heavy rain from the sky poured down again. Cui Zhiyong, who was clinging to the wall, merged into the rain and disappeared. Only the sound seemed to be heard in all directions.

Shendu's voice sounded again, his pronunciation was clear, revealing a bit of paranoia and coldness: "Only gods can resist the disaster at the end of the world, only gods are eternal! This world has been broken from the root, if humans want to survive, they must become gods! Under gods, we are all ants!"

"So, give me back my half soul first, you bastard!"

"Don't you understand? If you want to break free, if you want to truly live, you must become a god!"

"Okay, okay, I can do it? I can do it? But you have to give me back my half soul first!"

"…You are deceiving me. You don't want to become a god? Are you seeking death? In that case, I might as well end your life as soon as possible."

Cui Zhiyong was almost going crazy. He didn't know what was wrong with the Desert God in front of him. He was just an asshole who couldn't communicate. "You crazy?! I'm alive and well, why am I asking for death?!"

boom!

The sweeping sand waves slammed towards the location where Cui Zhiyong appeared, then missed and hit the wall, splashing violently. The scarlet sand scattered in the air moved without wind, and re-condensed into small rotating tornadoes that gathered towards the center.

The ground began to shake, the walls swayed even more, the heavy rain from the sky wet the gradually condensed gravel, and a pungent and heavy smell emanated from the air.

The God of the Underworld, who was under the giant hurricane, seemed to change his face. Countless complex emotions flashed across his face, such as trance, anger, anxiety, sadness, fear, etc. Finally, he simply waved his hand, and densely packed faces made of sand appeared around him, with all kinds of strange expressions on their rough faces.

Cui Zhiyong: "...Fuck, are you really? Crazy?"

The moment he reappeared, the gravel under his feet wrapped around his legs like a snake, and the Desert God approached quickly the next second and pierced his chest without hesitation. Similarly, Cui Zhiyong's hand also tightly grasped the other's arm.

"Finally... I caught you."

Cui Zhiyong didn't care about the severe pain. He stared at Shendu's face. Behind the blurry shadow, the densely packed faces seemed to sense something and suddenly began to scream wildly. The waves of terrifying screams made Cui Zhiyong spit blood and also made the Desert God suddenly stop moving further, as if his body was entangled by a pair of transparent hands and feet, unable to move.

Cui Zhiyong also decisively stretched out his other hand and pressed it on the chest of the phantom. Beyond the blurry shell of the phantom, he vaguely felt as if his perspective had shifted, and "saw" countless bright or dim light spots around him.

Then the light spots moved quickly, leaving a "road" that led to an unknown place. He felt that he was moving quickly, and there seemed to be a bright light at the end of the road.

At the moment when Cui Zhiyong was about to grasp the light, the motionless Desert God suddenly spoke: "Do I need to touch it to get back your half soul?"

As soon as he finished speaking, dense balls of light flew out of the Desert God's body like numerous stars. One of them penetrated into Cui Zhiyong's body, causing him to feel dizzy for a short time. It took him a long time to recover.

And those light balls gradually transformed into? Blurred shadows? Some of them seemed to be saying something to Cui Zhiyong, but they shattered like bubbles one by one the next second.

“I am God.”

Shendu said slowly, word by word, "It is impossible for humans to take anything back from the hands of gods. Only when gods give up something can humans accept it."

Cui Zhiyong felt that breathing was a little difficult. "You... at this time, are you still insisting on that bullshit theory that humans are ants and only gods are supreme!?"

Shen Du remained silent for a moment, and then, as if he had made a decision, he spoke again: "You are now complete and your strength should be at its peak, but I have been weakened layer by layer, and I am afraid that my strength is only one percent of the original. Perhaps gods should not be afraid of death. I should return to my origin and wait for revival in a hundred years... But before I fall asleep again, I must complete one thing."

He looked at Cui Zhiyong, his tone revealing a sense of paranoia, "I want to see the blood tree with my own eyes. I want the origin tree of the desert to really appear for me!"

The shadow gradually dissipated, and a strange man appeared on the scarlet sand. His short hair looked like coagulated dark red blood, and his face was full of madness and cracks.

He raised his hand towards Cui Zhiyong, and the scarlet sand rose again. "What's your name?"

"…Choi Ji-young."

"Very good, I am already so weak, you shouldn't die so easily." Shen Du's pupils reflected Cui Zhiyong's figure, and a look of unwillingness appeared on his face, "I once fought with half of the Blood Mist, and even though I was defeated by him in the end, I never let the Blood Tree appear for me for a moment. Now that I think about it, it's probably because I was resisting the battle. I never thought that battle was meaningful. So, now let me try again..."

"Follow me and fight, Cui Zhiyong. Let me see what the first generation of that family has seen!"

Cui Zhiyong took a wild breath.

"What a bullshit scene! Shen Du, are you a lunatic?! Fighting never has any meaning, are you going to die? This is obsession, but I still have a lot of things to do, and there are people waiting for me to come back, I won't make trouble with you... Fuck! You fucking——"

It was as if a sand wave that covered the sky and the earth surged violently, and then there was a deafening thunder.

…

The sacred tower was shaking violently.

The desert god who was floating in the sky outside the divine tower suddenly laughed. He looked at the [Ocean] that was also floating on the opposite side. A blood-red giant tree gradually appeared behind him. On this tree, there seemed to be a faint overlapping shadow.

[Ocean] frowned, his expression becoming more serious, "Could it be that you..."

The Desert God crossed his arms, his smile becoming increasingly wild. "Ah, just a replacement. I've been a [Desert] for so long, I'm a little tired of it. So what? That guy may be a fool, but maybe next time, or the next time, he can become a real [Desert]. As for me, which one do you think sounds better: killing, war, or death?"

The purpose of a generation of desert gods is actually not much different from that of the [Ocean].

[Ocean] was silent for a long time, then said, "My tsunami did not destroy the earth, but [Time and Space] still appeared ahead of time, and His logic of action changed. It was also the first time that [Blood Mist] allowed half of His body to move around. It was the first time that the Dream Kingdom encountered invaders, and the first time that humans were so close to becoming a dream god. These are all variables. This time, there are too many changes."

The Desert God frowned irritably, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

[Ocean]: "...No, it's okay."

He regained his composure and once again faced off against the Desert God from a distance, but he could not help but feel a little uneasy in his heart.

A hidden storm seemed to be rising around the black-haired boy, and the boy's stance...

He must become a god.

[Ocean] After a brief hesitation, he once again made up his mind.

And high in the sky, where the white mist surges?, Elena, wearing a black dress, is quietly? Closing her eyes, her face calm, above her head is the endless blue sky with white clouds, and under her feet is the dreamland shrouded by white mist.

**

The structure of the God Tower was very peculiar. When Chu Xiuyan and his friends entered the lobby on the third floor, they did not see any staircases around them. There was only the very conspicuous elevator entrance behind the second generation desert god "Shendu", so they had to choose to go upstairs by elevator.

But what is a bit strange is that "Shendu" does not seem to choose to hunt them down.

[Does he not want to be killed by me for the second time?] Chu Xiuyan thought to himself, [No, it doesn’t seem like that, it seems like he is going after Brother Water Monster…?]

Although she had been staring at him at the beginning, her eyes would occasionally fall on Cui Zhiyong, as if she was sizing him up or evaluating something.

Chu Xiuyan originally thought that it was a problem left over from the desert, but assuming that Shendu came with the intention of killing? Then wouldn't Cui Zhiyong be——

System: [Don't panic, the situation is good now. They? The two are fighting fiercely. ]

Chu Xiuyan: [Very good, frontline reporter, please continue to report to me! ]

System: [Yes sir!]

The elevator was rising slowly. Unlike the real world, the elevator here seemed to be about to break down. Every time it reached a floor, it would make a creaking sound.

After a brief silence, Chu Li suddenly asked, "Yun Yan, what are you going to do?"

Chu Xiuyan didn't turn around, staring intently at the slowly jumping numbers at the top of the elevator, and said, "Let's go to the ninth floor, and then let Ivan inherit all the power of the god of dreams."

Chu Li didn't believe it at all. "The words you left for Cui Zhiyong were clearly directed at you."

These words made Wan Mingxu raise his head.

Chu Xiuyan: "..." He thought about what he said.

System: [It should be referring to the sentence [Please save me, great Lord Dream God].]

Chu Xiuyan was horrified: "I just said that casually because the atmosphere was too serious!"

Chu Li still didn't believe it. There was a dark thread stirring above the boy's head.

Chu Xiuyan was helpless: "Anyway, don't worry, I don't intend to become a dream god."

Chu Li: "Can't you tell us?"

Chu Xiuyan originally wanted to say something random to get by, but after noticing Chu Li's low mood, he suddenly changed his tone and sighed, "This is the Land of Dreams, Brother Chu Li, our conversation might have been heard by some gods without missing a word."

Wan Mingxu suddenly asked, "Is the snail still on you?"

Chu Xiuyan nodded, "So when I felt something was wrong, I ran away immediately."

Chu Li's frown relaxed slightly.

The air fell into silence again.

System: [So what is your plan? ]

Chu Xiuyan said it succinctly: [Either be a transit station or be a tree cutter. ]

The system began to think hard.

The elevator suddenly made a shrill sound while rising, and the creaking sound became louder and louder, as if something hard was rubbing violently. The number on the key display screen jumped to "8" and no longer continued to go up.

[The elevator passage on the ninth floor is blocked.] The system said in a serious tone, [The only way to get from the eighth floor to the ninth floor is by elevator, and currently all the elevators on the ninth floor are blocked by boulders. Now, you can either climb up from the outer wall of the tower or directly break through the ceiling and jump up.]

Chu Xiuyan secretly gave the system a thumbs up.

The elevator door suddenly opened, and a large group of people stood indifferently on the opposite side of the venue, looking at the three people in the elevator from afar, with vigilance and coldness in their eyes.

The leading man was dressed in a neat suit, his expression was serious and stern, revealing an extremely obvious disgust.

"Outsiders, you are not welcome here."

The man said.

"We are the helpers summoned by your God." Chu Xiuyan explained.

However, the man opposite did not react at all, as if he had not heard it.

"Leave here immediately, outsider."

Chu Xiuyan sighed softly, and the next second, dense and transparent silver threads flowed along the ground and the wall towards the group of people.

After all, time was running out, and he was too lazy to pay attention to this group of people. By the way, Brother Chu Li seemed to think the same as he did.

Chu Xiuyan gave a thumbs up behind him.

However, unexpectedly, he saw Chu Li's expression becoming more and more solemn.

"We can't understand why the God chose outsiders. The Dream Kingdom is now invaded by foreign enemies. I'm afraid it was you who led the way. The Seagod was just deceived." The strange voice was cold. "Therefore, we must guard the tower and protect the Seagod from being attacked without any preparation."

Chu Xiuyan: “…”

He turned his head again. Chu Li's silver threads only lifted up a small part of the people. The remaining silver threads were revolving around the rest of the people, but they seemed to be isolated from them by something and could not be approached.

"fine."

Chu Li frowned, then let go. The silver threads that stretched out turned black in an instant, and like tearing paper, they once again wrapped around the necks of those people, hanging them in the air one by one.

The walls, the ground, and the places where the black threads passed all emitted a terrifying sizzling sound.

"These people used the power of dreams to block my attacks, but the power is not strong..."

So it was a bit strange. Did he misjudge the enemy's strength, so he rushed here so rashly? To rush over? To block them?

Chu Li frowned slightly.

While he was thinking, Wan Mingxu had already blasted open the ceiling, revealing the passage leading to the ninth floor.

"Okay, let's go?"

"Oh oh oh oh! Go? Go? Go?! Brother Chu Li, let's go!"

At that moment, Chu Li, who had just walked a few steps under the urging of the young man, suddenly stopped where he was.

A cold gaze with a hint of scrutiny shot out from behind him, causing his blood to freeze instantly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Xiuyan suddenly heard footsteps behind him and turned around to ask.

"Nothing." Chu Li said, "You guys go first, I have something to take care of."

Chu Xiuyan looked around, confused. There was nothing here? What needed to be dealt with?

He was about to continue asking, but Chu Li said expressionlessly: "'Please save me, great Lord Dream God.'"

"..." Chu Xiuyan was so angry and humiliated: "Damn it, I'm upstairs, call me if you need anything!"

Only after he left did Chu Li breathe a sigh of relief.

At some point, a transparent shadow appeared in the air behind his left side.

'Long time no see, Chu Li.'

The transparent shadow in the wheelchair said, his face calm. He and Chu Li watched the black-haired boy jump to the ceiling easily, then grab the rocks and climb to the ninth floor, and then disappear in a flash.

After seeing Wan Mingxu also jump out of the hole in the ceiling, Chu Li quickly used a black silk thread to form a net to block the hole, and then whispered:

"……Who are you?"

'An ordinary passer-by.'

The wheelchair man paused and said, "Do you mind explaining your current situation? Memory, thoughts, strength, and even soul. I didn't expect you to awaken the ability to devour. This has never happened before. When the report came back, I thought it was fake."

Chu Li didn't respond. He was standing here just to delay time. No matter what, he couldn't let this strange thing get close to Yun Yan...

'Are you on good terms with Ah Yan?'

Chu Li's breathing stopped for a moment, and at that moment even his brain went blank for a moment.

"What did you say?"

"There are indeed a lot of variables. Among the aliens sent out, you are the first to gain Ah Yan's trust. But the mission is accomplished? That's good. Next? Just bring him back to the northwest..."

"Who are you!?"

The voice of the wheelchair man gradually faded away. He quietly looked at the gradually expanding black hole in front of him, and Chu Li who was standing in the black hole and walking towards him step by step. As the black hole moved, things kept disappearing, the ground, the air, the white mist, and even the concept of "existence" itself - but at the moment when it was about to reach the final goal, it seemed as if there was an insurmountable obstacle in front of it, and it was unable to move forward even half a step.

That is the power of [time and space].

"Strange, so? The amnesia report is also true? And then? Add to that this tricky ability... It's troublesome, really? It's a headache." The wheelchair man said that he felt a headache, but his face did not? show any emotion, and he said calmly, "Okay, just now it was all a lie to you, we? Didn't? Send a team to deceive Ah Yan's trust, and you? Didn't? Have any mission, everything is from your heart..."

“Who the hell are you!?”

He was interrupted before he could finish his words. The black hole in front of him became larger and larger, causing the surrounding space to distort and vibrate, and more and more cracks appeared, like broken mirrors.

"Is it really difficult? Ah, I just saw an acquaintance, so I wanted to chat with you. After all, I can't appear in front of Ah Yan at this moment."

The wheelchair man sighed softly, and from beginning to end, there was no emotion on his face, his words and expressions were particularly inconsistent, as if they were mechanical and weird.

In Chu Li's increasingly cold gaze, he said calmly:

"I? I'm a doctor, from X Research Institute. Besides, since you call yourself Chu Li, you should call me? Brother."

Chu Li said emotionlessly, "Get lost."

As he finished speaking, the black hole suddenly expanded and swallowed up everything around it, and in a blink of an eye it was heading towards the man in the wheelchair.

…

The sacred tower shook even more violently.

Chu Xiuyan wondered if they were going to tear down the tower.

The system's voice was shaking more and more. It was relaying the scene on the eighth floor, the man in the wheelchair who suddenly appeared, Chu Li's suppressed anger, and their conversation.

It originally thought that the host would riot, but surprisingly, it looked very calm.

[First of all, that's not my uncle.] Chu Xiuyan gritted his teeth, [Since I was twelve years old and in my rebellious period, that guy no longer called me Ah Yan in a sticky way. By the way, I often call him by his name - wait, is the "me" in this world very obedient? But that's "Blood Mist"? How obedient can I be? Damn it! And the guy in the wheelchair seems to be very talkative and seems to be in a relatively calm mood, while my uncle over there has a bad temper and will definitely not be so calm and say such a long paragraph.]

He gnashed his teeth and said a long string of words, and then his mood suddenly became low, [The enemy, it turns out that they are the real enemies? Ah. ]

The system didn't know what to say for a moment and was at a loss.

But soon, Chu Xiuyan recovered on his own. [Don't worry about them for now. There is not much time left. We need to deal with the matter at hand first!]

He raised his head again, and saw an exceptionally bright and dazzling scene. In the center of the lake in front of him stood a huge blood-red light tree, its crown deeply embedded in the four walls, and its countless branches were as delicate and beautiful as blood-red crystals, revealing a hint of mysterious attraction.

Wan Mingxu stood behind Chu Xiuyan. He could only see the empty field and the large lake, but he could notice that the boy's reaction seemed to have seen something. After noticing that the other party's rapid breathing gradually stabilized, he said, "Next? What should we do?"

Chu Xiuyan came back to his senses and looked around cautiously, "I want to reach the center of the lake..."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp whistling sound of wind suddenly appeared.

A cold light flashed in the air, and the sharp blade stabbed towards his face, but was blocked by a long knife the next second.

The person who suddenly appeared was Fu En. He was still wearing tattered clothes with blood stains on his body. He looked disheveled, but his aura was particularly fierce.

Wan Mingxu frowned and pushed Fu En back, "Looks... a little familiar?"

Chu Xiuyan had already run towards the lake. "This guy is called Fu En. He has been to the ruined city before. You may have seen him a few times. He is good at using a knife. Don't let him touch you with his hands!"

Wan Mingxu: "Okay."

Then he took the initiative to attack Fu En.

Chu Xiuyan stepped into the lake, splashing water that wet his pants and clothes. With each step, crisp, crackling sounds rang out continuously.

I looked down and saw my eyelids twitching wildly.

With his feet as the center, tiny blood-red crystals were slowly appearing and growing towards the center of the lake in all directions.

The system suddenly remembered something, [Wait, host? It seems like you haven't used the gray fog for a while?]

Chu Xiuyan walked quickly towards the blood tree in the center of the lake, and replied in his heart: [I'm so glad that you finally noticed, system. From the moment I entered the dreamland, I can no longer use the gray fog... To be precise, I can no longer use the power of "blood fog".]

System: [What——]

Chu Xiuyan: [I’m afraid it’s because the “blood mist” is in the real world right now, because His identity has been exposed…]

Suddenly, he found that his feet seemed unable to move.

It was as if a powerful sticky force was emerging from the bottom of the lake.

Chu Xiuyan lowered his head and saw a huge blood tree at the bottom of the clear lake. The tree was very big, and different from the blood tree in front of him, which was in the center of the lake on the ninth floor of the Divine Tower. The blood tree under his feet had lush branches and leaves, and it actually gave the illusion of being full of vitality.

There was also a figure standing under the tree. His feet seemed to be connected to Chu Xiuyan through a layer of mirror. At this moment, he also seemed to be lowering his head, looking at Chu Xiuyan who was in the depths of the dream.

'We? Come? Chat, Yunyan.'

The man said.

This is [Blood Mist], and for some reason it sounds a little hoarse.

Chu Xiuyan: “…”

Chu Xiuyan: "You're fucked."

He raised his middle finger expressionlessly and ran away.

The stickiness was very strong, but with his efforts, the scarlet root-like thing connected to the sole of his shoe at the bottom of the lake was torn off directly.

The system clapped wildly.