The door to his personal space opened, and Si Zang rushed in with great interest: "Let me see quickly, let me see quickly!"
Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, lay on the ground, and the Spear of Eternity was placed on the table by Lin Feng, though the vibranium box had not yet been opened.
"Hey, whatever, did you pick it up?" Si Zang glanced at the Spear of Eternity, his eyes then darting to Thor's Hammer on the ground.
Is it necessary to take it?
Lin Feng didn't take it seriously, removed the mutated tissue from his arm, and leaned back wearily in his chair.
"Hahaha, I knew you'd think that!" Si Zang took a few steps over, reached out and touched Mjolnir, but didn't immediately try to pick it up.
In terms of qualifications, Odin, who planted the curse on Mjolnir, was the least qualified person. There were many people in all the heavens and worlds who were more qualified than him, and they didn't even care about a hammer like Thor's hammer.
Moreover, in Odin's eyes, the qualification was merely to mold Thor into another benevolent king.
Moreover, what truly makes Mjolnir the standard of judgment is not how great the hammer is, nor what the person wielding the hammer can do, but simply Odin's name as a god-king. A spell cast by a god-king must be powerful and effective.
Captain America is able to wield the hammer because of his pure heart. This purity does not refer to how righteous he is, but rather that even if he does something wrong, he will do it openly and honestly, and even if he is selfish, he will be selfish openly and honestly.
As for the rest, they did not demonstrate sufficient expressiveness outside of their established settings.
"Forget it, I won't touch it. It'll only make me more upset." Si Zang circled around a few times, sensing the energy emanating from Mjolnir's interior, and couldn't help but sigh a few times: "If it's there, it's icing on the cake; if not, let nature take its course. In my opinion, a hammer is still just a hammer."
"What I truly want to pick up is not just the title of 'King of Hammers'..."
After saying that, Si Zang ignored Mjolnir and came to Lin Feng's side: "When do you plan to enter that mission world?"
Lin Feng stopped thinking, opened his slightly narrowed eyes, and said in a low voice, "I plan to enter the mission world alone."
"Hmm?" Si Zang's expression froze for a moment. This kind of risky thing had exceeded his limits. It was a nightmare-level mission world that could almost be called a death sentence.
A god's dream.
"So...you still haven't told me why you insist on going to this mission world?" Looking at Lin Feng's determined eyes, Si Zang sighed softly. He didn't use anger to cover up the panic deep in his heart, and asked calmly.
"You'll know when I get out." Lin Feng patted Si Zang on the shoulder and stood up.
If I say it like that, Gui Ke will hear me.
Dragon Transformation Pool!
After completing the mission, make a request to the Daoist sect. With their resources, it will not be a problem for Gui Ke to fully recover.
Once she recovers and transforms into a dragon, she will at least trigger natural disasters, and at worst, destroy the Earth!
At that time, he was very confident that he could challenge anyone, whether it was a genius from the Yin-Yang School or the Shinto School, or Lu Yuan who had disappeared for a long time!
"I'm going to the trading area to check something."
Lin Feng glanced at Si Zang, then turned and opened the gate leading to the trading area.
As Lin Feng stepped through the gate and gazed at the deep edge of the area, a thought flashed through his mind: I wonder when the guide will find me. Does he have to wait until I advance to the Earth level?
"Search for dream-related skills and items."
"Search complete..."
"Skills: Dream Weaver (300), Nightmare Gene Potion (700), Abyss Dream (1000), Dream Spell (300)..."
"Taoist Arts: A Dream of Nanke (100), Taoist Arts: Life is Like a Dream (100), Taoist Arts: Zhuangzi's Butterfly Dream (100), Taoist Arts: A Dream of Huaxu (100), Taoist Arts: The Great Mystery is Like a Dream (500)..."
"Magic: Nightmare Reincarnation (200), Magic: Dream Descent (300), Magic: Hell Nightmare (400), Dream Wall (500)..."
"Dream Controller (50), Dream Interpreter (50), Dream Weaver (50), Nightmare Master (50), Dream Hunter (50)..."
"Dream Breaker (100), Dream Paste (90), Dream Ladder (200), Dream Director's Chair (50), Dream Channel (100)..."
"Dream Realm (1500), Blood of the Dreamless (2000), Coordinates of the Dream of R'lyeh (100)..."
After a quick search of the data, Lin Feng turned his attention back to the mission world: "Judging from the tall grass, even if we know that it is a deity in the dream, some unknown changes must have actually occurred in this mission world."
"The tall grass materialized all my thoughts, as if turning a person into an infinitely expanding spider web until I collapsed."
"What would happen if a dream could keep getting deeper and deeper? Forget your identity? Forget your power? Become a completely different person? None of the participants who went in came out; they seemed to be lost in another fictional self."
"Perhaps the hardest part once you're inside isn't finding your direction, but finding yourself again."
What does Hela dream about?
"No... First, I need to make sure I can wake up in the dream, and then find an opportunity to use the Eternal Spear to break through the dream. That way, I can find the Daoist sect and ask them to rescue the people who left, as well as those lost participants."
Hela... Lin Feng suddenly thought of Scarlet Witch. Scarlet Witch used chaos magic to turn dreams into reality, to the point of having children... and even causing Quicksilver from a parallel world to appear.
"In ordinary people's dreams, they can't see their own faces clearly, and they forget other people's faces... So there's a possibility that Hela and her target might not recognize each other... If this happens..."
"Even with the help of the Spirit Official Technique, we might not be able to find the target." Lin Feng stopped thinking and quietly stared at the trading area.
After a long while, Lin Feng shook his head, bought 500 points of Immortal Wine, and turned to walk towards the workshop area.
Continuing onward, passing by a few participants draped in black robes, Lin Feng arrived at Shop No. 97, whose doors remained tightly shut.
A bookstore that integrates and promotes the exchange of traditional Taoist techniques.
Just before he was about to knock on the door, the shop door slowly opened, and a wisp of smoke drifted out, drawing Lin Feng inside.
"Come in."
Wang Shan's voice rang out, and a wooden door appeared at the end of the blue smoke, continuing to guide Lin Feng through the shop and into it.
A faint fragrance wafted over, and Lin Feng took a slight sniff. His whole body relaxed involuntarily, and he was pulled by a light, floating sensation to the chair in front of Wang Shan.
"Brought something again? Let me see." Wang Shan reached out and beckoned, pulling out immortal wine from another extraordinary world. A slight smile appeared on his lips: "Not bad, I've never tried this before."
Hearing Wang Shanping's calm voice, Lin Feng sat up straight with his mind blank. He seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his visit and waited quietly.
As the immortal wine was opened, its subtle fragrance filled the area. Lin Feng's mind stirred, and he finally saw where he was: on a high mountain shrouded in clouds, in front of a small thatched hut.
"Pretty good, it has actually awakened its divine consciousness." Wang Shan took a sip of the immortal wine, blew out a breath of cloud, and a few rays of light fell between heaven and earth, clearing away the clouds and mist that shrouded the high mountains.
“You do have some talent for cultivation, but you seem confused…” Wang Shan smiled and said, “The path of cultivation is inherently unpredictable, and only those with great perseverance can succeed.”
"Speak, what brings you to me today?"
The immortal wine was set aside, and the sunlight fell on Lin Feng's face, bringing a slight warmth and evoking some peaceful and leisurely memories in his heart.
Lin Feng hesitated for a moment before asking, "What is a dream?"
“A dream? You’ve stumped me. A dream is a dream, so what’s wrong with it?” Wang Shan was somewhat amused, but answered seriously, “Ordinary people’s dreams are all about themselves, but our dreams are about the world.”
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