Arctic.

High in the sky where contaminated radioactive dust was floating, the black cloud filled with dust collapsed slightly to form a hole, about tens of meters in size. The black cloud under this hole kept changing, and finally formed a shape similar to a human face.

"Jon, did you hear that?"

The lips of the black cloud man's face began to open and close, and the surrounding air flow surged, and the radioactive dust also floated, gathered, and gathered back.

"Frel, what did you hear?"

In another piece of airspace, there was also a human face condensed from black clouds. It opened its empty pupils and asked softly.

"The howling of Hell," the dark cloud said. "I smell the Book of Hell, and its minions have descended."

The Crimson Book has many nicknames, and many hostile creatures like to call it the Book of Hell.

"The Book of Hell originates from the dark world. It's the embodiment of rules, yet it hasn't formed a complete subjective consciousness. Therefore, in order to form a personality, it devours the cores of other worlds. Now, for this star soul, it descends into a secondary species, so isn't it normal?"

Jon opened his mouth wide and sucked in the free rays, dust, and air around him. No light in the entire space could escape his vortex.

They call the subordinates of the Dark Red Book the Secondary Species.

"Unlike the previous legendary creatures, I heard the howling of... a demigod."

Freyr's empty eyes glanced at the continental plates in the distance and he whispered.

"So what if we're demigods?" Jon sneered. "Aren't we demigods too? Even the true gods are fighting for Earth's star soul."

In the nearby galaxies and multi-dimensional spaces, there are many ancient creatures above the legendary level. They all know that the Book of Hell and the Three Pillar Spirits are in a stalemate in the infinite space.

The chaotic space force affected the surrounding planets. Except for the stable space channels, no other creatures dared to teleport directly near the earth. If they were not careful, they would be shattered by the aftermath.

"It's different," Freyr said. "To avoid rejection from the Star Soul rules, we only sent a tiny amount of free power to Earth for celestial observation. In its current state, it's not even a projection."

Jon continued to breathe in everything around him and asked in a low voice, "Could it be that a demigod has descended into the world and created a clone? That's impossible. Even the slightest bit of divinity will be rejected by the rules of this world."

The Star Soul is too powerful. It is the embodiment of the rules that have been nurtured for billions of years in the dozen or so galaxies surrounding the Milky Way. Although it has not yet awakened from chaos, its radiation fluctuations are already comparable to those of a god, and it is extremely repulsive to other alien creatures.

Not to mention them, even legendary creatures cannot descend to create clones normally. They can only rely on special secret methods and a large amount of resources to separate part of their soul and recreate a clone on Earth.

This price is so high that ordinary legendary creatures cannot afford it.

"What if the projection comes through dreams?"

Freyr asked rhetorically.

"Even if we succeed, we will be kicked out of this world immediately."

A scoff escaped Jon's nostrils, and he whispered.

It's not like they haven't thought about this method before. Not to mention the dreams of mortals, which are simply unable to bear their size. Even if a dream is not directly shattered, allowing them to successfully descend into a clone, they will be immediately kicked out by the rules of this world.

"Jon, I'm naturally aware of this, but I can sense that a special power is being transmitted to Earth."

Freyr continued.

"Yeah?"

Jon didn't seem to take it seriously, but he followed the other person's gaze and looked towards the distant continental plate.

......

The depths of nightmare.

Surrounded by endless desolate wilderness, Chu Leilei stood on the stone path, looking at the brown parrot beside her with an expression of confusion.

Is this her nightmare? Or Chu Yaoyao's nightmare?

In a nightmare, one will fall endlessly, layer upon layer, stack upon stack. Even Li Leilei herself cannot remember how many different bizarre nightmares she has experienced before.

If it weren't for the Lord's black tower mark, which was constantly transmitting a chilling chill, she might have been lost in this nightmare long ago and would no longer be able to have any self-awareness.

And without exception, in these different bizarre nightmares, all the strange creatures they saw would attack them at the first sign of a disagreement.

Only this brown parrot was talking to itself and eating bear biscuits.

As for why there were bear biscuits buried underground, that was not a question Li Leilei wanted to delve into. In her opinion, anything that happened in a dream was normal.

"Three hundred years later? Time point? Rabbit?"

Li Leilei frowned, somewhat not understanding what the other person was saying.

The other party was not speaking human language, but surprisingly, the meaning was understandable.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you this." After finishing the bear biscuits, the brown parrot revealed a very satisfied and human-like expression. It lowered its head to comb its feathers, then slowly raised its head and glanced casually at Li Leilei. "Well, since you're not the rabbit, I'll be leaving first. I have to settle accounts with Sfetter later. That guy must be throwing the dice randomly again!"

It talked to itself, flapped its wings, and then flew away with some difficulty.

Looking at the slowly flying parrot, Li Leilei felt a little worried. She wondered if this parrot, which had no power at all, could survive this horrible nightmare. Would it be like her, a poor person who was dragged into the nightmare and lost here?

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