Chapter 222: God's Fall (Part 2)
[Host, please note that divine pollution is increasing! Currently 8%...13%...]
【25%, 30%...38%! 】
[Warning! Warning! Divine pollution has been detected to have seriously exceeded the threshold! Warning! The forced separation procedure is about to be initiated. In five seconds? Automatically return to the real world! Five, four... (pause)]
[Host, I will ask you one last time, are you sure you want to become the Oneiroi?]
'Of course, system, it's here, but it's a temporary version, I'll be back soon... Close? Close the exit program.'
[I understand. The forced disengagement program has been closed. The system will be blocked in three seconds. Host, you must? Zizizizi, don't? Zizizi... Be careful of "time and space"... Zizizi...]
"——Sizzle, okay, I got it. Sizzle."
[… Stop joking… Host, I’ll wait for you outside. ]
【Wish you a happy journey to godhood.】
[Sizzle——]
The moment the system sound disappeared, Chu Xiuyan's thoughts became extremely slow, as if time had stopped. His breathing, heartbeat, flowing light and sound were all fading away. His entire soul seemed to be floating in the sky, floating with the white clouds, and being blown by the breeze. All the intense and chaotic emotions disappeared, leaving only the tranquility that cleansed the soul.
White mist slowly rose under his feet. Chu Xiuyan squinted his eyes and felt his brain become dull, as if he would fall asleep on the spot in the next second. Faintly, he could vaguely hear a dull sound of "dong dong dong".
Sometimes it sounds like the sound of a beating heart, and sometimes it sounds like knocking on hard crystal.
Chu Xiuyan couldn't tell for a moment. Because he was too exhausted, he finally closed his eyes.
The light around him became brighter and brighter, and the dazzling white light quickly filled the entire ninth floor. The branches of the Dream God Origin Tree grew on the walls of the tower, and the roots emerged from under the stone slabs, wandering silently around the boy, twisting and entwining with each other to form a cocoon that was two meters high.
As the blood-colored branches trembled excitedly, the walls of the divine tower and even the entire divine tower were shaking violently.
Nearly ten seconds later, the white light gradually dissipated, and the divine tower returned to calm.
The giant blood tree standing in the center of the lake was clearly visible in front of everyone. The treetops, which originally had only three or two leaves, were now covered with lush blood-red leaves. Mysterious and complex veins were beating in the trunk like blood vessels. It was obviously an extremely dangerous and shocking scene, but it exuded a strange charm that made people dizzy.
And the cocoon under the tree rose and fell again and again, as if it was breathing.
A gentle breeze quietly passed through every corner of the ninth floor, and the air was filled with a sense of tranquility, like an invisible soft net, gently wrapping people and gradually calming their hearts.
Plop, plop…
How many people were standing in the lake? They all fell into the water at the same time, lying on their backs, closing their eyes peacefully, with happy smiles on their faces.
Harris couldn't help but feel sleepy, and his eyelids seemed to be under a spell, becoming heavier and heavier.
Suddenly, he woke up with a start and slapped himself? He clearly understood the problem and shouted hurriedly: "No, Yunyan! Wake up--"
The peaceful and tranquil atmosphere was suddenly broken.
At that moment, he felt an unusual "gaze", cold, dangerous, terrifying, and chilling.
But it only lasted for two seconds. When he reacted, his forehead was covered with cold sweat. When he was about to help the unconscious Meng Ya slowly exit the ninth floor, Ivan, who was also awake, stopped him.
"Wait a minute, that guy should be conscious. Look, all those who fell down are facing up, not drowning. As for those who are awake, the Origin Tree of Dream God has not launched an attack, which means our lives are not in danger for the time being."
Harris calmed down and looked around. Ivan's guess was right. There were not many people as sober as them. They stood where they were, not daring to move.
The blood tree roots belonging to the [Blood Mist] from the outside world seemed to be pressed to the bottom of the lake by a powerful pressure and could not move.
Harris raised his head and looked at the cocoon again. Reason took over his mind again. "The one who came out of the cocoon might be a god whose consciousness was completely eroded by the power of Oneiroi... Ivan, we must break the cocoon and let Yunyan come out in advance."
Ivan looked at him and asked in confusion: "How do you know this? What is a cocoon?"
Harris smiled bitterly and said, "You may not believe me, but I still don't know why I know this. Anyway... I just think that if we want to stop Yunyan from becoming a complete Dream God, we have to let him break out of his cocoon in advance."
Harris stopped talking to Ivan and moved his legs with difficulty, bearing the increasingly terrifying pressure, and walked towards the lake platform.
The moment he touched the hard and cold stone slab of the platform, the cocoon formed by countless blood branches suddenly made a crisp crackling sound.
"So? Fast?" Harris's expression changed drastically, but he froze in place the next second.
The blood cocoon did not have a hole in a certain position, but the whole body was covered with dense cracks like glass. In just a few breaths, the cocoon shattered to the ground, revealing the figure inside.
In Harris's vision, the black-haired boy standing under the blood tree in the middle of the lake still had his head down, eyes half-opened, motionless, as if he was thinking about something.
From the outside, there is no difference from before inheriting the power of Dream God. Is it because it has not completely become a [Dream]?
Harris thought hesitantly.
Hearing his voice, the boy under the lake seemed to wake up from a dream and slowly turned his head.
"…Harris?"
Harris breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the boy calling out his name, but then, an overlapping shadow suddenly appeared on the boy's body reflected in his pupils.
One of them looked normal, with black hair and black eyes, wearing loose casual clothes. He was frowning and complaining to him, "This? The tree seems to be alive, a bit disgusting."
One was surrounded by white mist, his pupils were a strange grayish white, his face was emotionless, and he exuded an extremely dangerous aura. Even when he said "I'm so tired and want to sleep", he still exuded a sense of indifference.
Harris paused, his breathing becoming lighter.
He suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a few strands of silver-white hair hung in front of him.
"... As expected, you can see it."
The boy who was squatting on the platform in front of Harris at some point in time was observing the human being in front of him intently, sensing a sense of closeness, and said calmly, "If it weren't for me, you would be the most suitable Dream God. Dream God's memory seems to be unaffected by time and space. The closer you are to the Tree of Origin, the more you can see past memories... But there is something strange. It seems that you have become a Dream God many times, but the Ocean God feels that this is the first time a Dream God has been born?"
Harris looked confused: "Yunyan, I didn't quite understand? I don't understand what you mean..."
"Oh, forget it. I'm not really curious." The boy raised his hand and twisted the silver-white hair that fell beside his ears. He said without any emotion, "Speaking of which, Harris, you see, I was bleached... Cardcaptor Homura."
Harris: “…”
He took a deep breath and said cautiously: "Yun Yan, what is your current situation? Your consciousness should not have been completely eroded by the power of the Dream God, right?"
The young man did not respond to him. There was an unfamiliar indifference in his lowered eyes. He looked at Harris intently. After a long time, he slowly stood up and walked back to the bottom of the blood tree. As he moved, the floor under his feet gradually lit up with bursts of bright white light mixed with scarlet.
"Don't worry, Harris. Just as you trusted the me before you, you can still trust the me in front of you now. Even if I want to take you all into the deepest dream."
"People? There are many worries in the world, and dreams can relieve all worries. Everything that cannot be thought of, cannot be found, and cannot be understood can be realized in dreams. Simply put, it means that your wishes will come true."
The more Harris listened, the more powerless he felt. "What? Hasn't he become a qualified dream god?"
He remembered the gaze he felt when he called out to Yunyan earlier. Perhaps it was because he interrupted his action of dragging all the people here into a deep dream.
Harris sighed deeply, but the breath got stuck in his throat halfway through. He felt suffocated and his face turned red, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
In his gradually widening eyes, he clearly saw the scene of a young man not far away putting his hands on the blood tree, trying to pull it out rigorously and seriously.
The floor began to shake violently again, and dense cracks appeared on the four walls. Countless blood-red branches appeared on the ceiling.
All the branches of the blood tree growing in the walls of the divine tower were pulled out!
Harris saw the blood tree roots gradually appearing on the floor beneath his feet, and he shouted hurriedly: "Yunyan! What are you doing?!"
"This? Isn't it obvious?"
The young man standing under the blood tree not far away paused, wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, and his gray-white eyes, as if shrouded in gray fog, were still calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.
"Look, there's a tree here, perfect for pulling up."
Harris: “?!!”
He watched helplessly as the young man, who had abandoned his disguise and was dressed in white, pressed heavily on the Tree of Origin of the God of Dreams again, and then? With a force -
boom!
The bloody tree of origin was pulled up, and along the trunk rose the scarlet roots that spread and entangled in the cracks of the floor tiles. On the roots that moved back and forth between reality and illusion were also broken floor tile scraps and strands of mud residue, which fell to the ground with a rustling sound, and were particularly clear in the dead silence.
Whether it was Harris who was nearby, or the sober people in the lake, or even the Blood Mist who witnessed this scene remotely through the blood tree roots at the bottom of the lake, they were all stunned and stood there in a daze.
As the young man slowly lifted the tree trunk, the people in the lake picked up their sleeping companions and ran away decisively.
Harris was communicating with Elaine not far away through gestures while rushing towards the boy with an anxious look on his face, as if he was shouting something.
This moment seemed to be stretched infinitely, and everything was clearly visible in the boy's eyes.
He lowered his eyes to look at the ground beneath his feet, and through the floor of the ninth floor, he could clearly see the scene on the eighth floor.
The closed venue had long been in ruins, and the four walls had disappeared at some point, leaving only scattered stones hanging in the corners, and the rest of the stones were suspended in the air on the eighth floor as if they had lost gravity. In this weightless environment was the cold-looking Chu Li, and a man sitting in a wheelchair a few meters away, wrapped in layers of unknown power.
Familiar faces, unfamiliar smells.
This man said to Chu Li: "According to my observation, your existence is meaningless. Every reincarnation, every experiment, every accident will have different results. Even if you are born in this world, what if you accidentally awaken a special devouring ability? You may not appear again in the restarted world in the future. Even if there is a very small probability of it happening again, you will not remember everything that happened this time. And the way to get rid of this dilemma is very simple, just let your life level climb up again..."
Man? The voice suddenly stopped, he looked up, the false gentleness on his face disappeared, and his voice became cold, "Who taught you to use the origin as a weapon? It's too reckless!"
The atmosphere around him suddenly became dull and dangerous. Chu Li, who was standing not far away, suddenly felt his heavy and slow heart skip a beat.
The next second, a blood-red tree trunk quietly emerged in the air, smashing towards the wheelchair man with a terrifying and brutal force? , but it seemed to have passed through a layer of illusion, without hurting the other party at all? .
However, the space barrier set up by the wheelchair man? was like glass, with spider web-like cracks appearing layer by layer, and in an instant it turned into crystals and scattered.
The man in the wheelchair who kept coming and going? He was completely exposed in the dreamland.
Chu Li realized something and looked up at the ceiling. "The power of the Dream God..."
A cool breeze blew past my ears, and the blood-red tree trunk that had flown away came crashing back from a distance.
At the same time, there was also a slightly cold but unquestionable statement.
'There is still one way to break the impasse. Stop the reboot and let this world lead directly to the future.'
The boy grabbed the top of the blood tree again, looked at the wheelchair man on the eighth floor who seemed to be thinking about something, and prepared to smash it again.
He raised the blood tree again, and at that moment, the man in the wheelchair on the eighth floor suddenly said, "Are you Ah Yan, or? Yun Yan? Isn't there anyone on your side? Who told you not to? Over-immerse yourself?"
The boy remained unmoved: "No matter who I am, the most basic things will not change. I will not easily betray others' trust in me."
"And now, I am the dream god."
At this moment, a voice that I had been vaguely hearing suddenly rang in my ears. It was Harris who was not far away shouting frantically: "Yunyan! Stop! That tree is the origin of your soul in a sense! Don't use it as a weapon——"
The young man turned a deaf ear to him. He stood there, holding the top of the blood tree with both hands, aiming at the position of the man in the wheelchair on the eighth floor? There was a strange sense of concentration on his calm and indifferent face, and then? ...
A giant blood tree suddenly fell down!
boom!
…
Cui Zhiyong felt that the divine tower was about to collapse.
The walls and the ground were shaking continuously, and rubble was falling. The third floor was already in tatters because of the battle between him and the second generation Desert God. If the God Tower continued to shake like this, it might really collapse!
"Wait a minute, Shen Du, shall we go fight outside?"
Cui Zhiyong tried to persuade the second generation Desert God, but as soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings began to shake more violently again. The chandelier above his head suddenly fell down, and when he hurriedly dodged, the second generation Desert God took the opportunity to grab his throat tightly.
"You...sneak attack."
Cui Zhiyong gave him the middle finger viciously.
The second generation of Desert God: "The dream has a master, I have already lost... But before returning to that long darkness, I will kill you first."
Cui Zhiyong: "??? What hatred or grudge do I have against you——F-Fuck! There's a tree behind you! Hide quickly! No, no, let go!"
The second generation Desert God sneered: "Do you think this lie can fool me?"
The sound of rapid wind suddenly sounded behind me.
Second generation desert god: "..."
He did not turn around, and said gloomily, "It's that guy again, right?"
Cui Zhiyong nodded wildly in horror.
The next second, a blood tree that hung down from the ceiling of the high tower clearly hit the descendant of the second generation Desert God. The air was distorted, like a ball being hit by a stick, and it directly knocked Him out of the dreamland.
Then? The blood tree seemed to have completed a task, and moved slowly, and then? It moved directly towards Cui Zhiyong who was moving slowly against the wall.
Cui Zhiyong: “…” Be careful and stay away.
Three seconds later? , the blood tree rushed towards him.
Cui Zhiyong screamed and ran away, "Yunyan! I know it's you! Take your tree away quickly? Go, go—"
The blood tree passed through him and headed high into the sky outside the divine tower.
High in the sky is the [Ocean] that is falling into silence and a generation of desert gods.
The God of Deserts asked, "Can you please tell me first, what is the most likely personality of the God of Dreams?"
[Poseidon] said calmly: "Quiet, kind, gentle..."
The Dream God's Origin Tree came to their side with a harsh sound of wind, and at that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.
The Desert God looked at the blood tree full of rage and madness, and it was as if he could clearly see the boy on the ninth floor with his arms around the tree trunk through the wall of the God Tower. He looked like a complete god, the God of Dreams, with white mist all over his body and his eyes were gray and emotionless.
The Desert God couldn't help it again? He looked at the indifferent Ocean and laughed wildly at the moment he was expelled from the Dream Kingdom.
[Ocean] had an ugly expression, and the next second the bloody tree attacked him.
boom!
The world is peaceful.
All the foreign gods in the dreamland have now been expelled.
…
The boy put down the blood tree with satisfaction, and then kept wiping the blood from his mouth.
Harris in front of him looked at him helplessly, "So why? Use the Origin Tree as a weapon? And? Doesn't it hurt you?"
"It hurts, but it's easy and a real attack." The boy replied, and then looked at the original tree roots belonging to [Blood Mist] that were suppressed in the lake.
The sight passes through the misty dream and reaches the real world.
There, the blood-red fog twisted and surged.
Standing in the thick fog was a young man who looked similar to him, with a gloomy expression, as if he had encountered something that he could not understand.
He said: "You are my half, naturally close to blood crystals, and carry the breath of origin. Although you will be close to the origin trees of other gods, you will never become another god!"
Deep in the dream, the boy leaned against a tree, his white hair swaying slightly beside his ears, and he responded nonchalantly: "Why, I became another god, do you feel lonely?"
Scarlet shadow without any emotion: "Haha."
The next second, a blinding scarlet color suddenly appeared in the sky where white clouds were floating. Driven by the white-haired boy, the Dream God's Origin Tree, which had directly passed through the depths of the dream and reached the real world, smashed directly into the hostile tree in the center of the blood mist.
The scarlet shadow said angrily: "So who taught you to use the origin as a weapon?"
Just as he was about to return to his own origin tree to resist, a figure suddenly emerged from the bloody fog. It was the [Myth] carrying the golden stick.
He rushed towards the scarlet shadow and said, "You came just in time!"
The moment the scarlet shadow met the newcomer, he felt that the other party seemed to be a little weaker than before.
The moment this thought came to him, he subconsciously looked up at his own tree of origin, and saw the blood-colored mist over there being blown away by the crazy downpour of wind, revealing a figure carrying a golden stick and walking happily.
"Another? A myth?!"
No, this? It's a clone! Using the clone to delay time, the main body rushed directly towards His Origin Tree!
In the depths of the dream, the white-haired boy grabbed the root of the blood tree as a weapon, and in the real world, he pulled out the golden hoop and stretched it directly. One smashed down, and the other smashed up. Two forces from different directions attacked the blood-colored tree at the same time.
call!
A sharp sound of wind was heard.
The blood tree that stood between the two forces suddenly disappeared.
The Dream God Origin Tree smashed down and left a long dent on the ground due to inertia.
The golden cudgel that was swung out suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then was immediately taken back by its owner.
Standing more than ten meters away, the scarlet shadow… [Blood Mist], He looked at [Myth] expressionlessly, and then, through the blood mist origin tree roots that had long extended into the Dream God Tower, He looked at the white boy.
After a long time? , He sneered, "Why do you think I call myself [Origin]?"
As the words fell, the ground erupted with a sharp rumbling sound, and one blood tree after another sprang up from the ground, forming a lush and verdant blood forest in a short period of time.
[Myth] flew high in the sky, looking down thoughtfully at the spectacular and shocking scene below.
The next second, a thick white mist quickly appeared in the azure sky above, and equally lush blood trees appeared out of thin air, forming a scene that was reflected in the blood tree forest on the ground.
The scarlet shadow paused for a moment and said, "Copy, convert, and project? Attacking with the origin is a competition of one's own will and level of strength. I am the first god, naturally superior to all gods. You can't beat me, half of my body."
The white-haired boy in the depths of the dream lazily leaned against the blood tree and said, "The first god is really powerful. So when you first saw the death of people close to you and were unable to save them, what were you thinking?"
Scarlet shadow: “…”
There was no expression on his face. He stood in front of the densely packed blood trees, raised his hand, and aimed at the replica forest surrounded by white mist in the sky. The rustling sound of leaves moving without wind rang out one after another.
The young man in the deep dream pressed down his palm, and the blood-stained forest hanging in the sky was about to fall down.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense, and some kind of crisis was about to break out.
When the two blood forests were about to collide, a cold air suddenly appeared in the air. A layer of giant transparent ice crystals stretched across the blood forests at both ends of the sky and the earth, and a female voice belonging to the "Ice Field" sounded.
"You two, please calm down first."
The scarlet shadow said word by word: "Don't want to? Stop me!"
The white-haired boy in the deep dream said coldly: "Go away."
In an instant, water splashed everywhere and the blood tree roots ran wildly.
The blood-red fog on the ground began to rise, and the white fog in the sky began to sink.
But at that moment, a man in a wheelchair suddenly appeared next to the scarlet shadow?
And deep in the dream.
The white-haired boy... Chu Xiuyan looked up and saw a door to the dream world that shouldn't be here appeared on the lake. A familiar-looking man walked out from inside. It was Zhang Chun who had let his bangs down again.
This? At this moment, the scarlet shadow in reality and Chu Xiuyan in the depths of the dream simultaneously snorted.
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