This is that damn Dole, that damn Turin Bone Tower, he would recognize it even if it turned into ashes.

After not seeing it for such a short time, this wizard tower has become even more amazing.

He must have discovered the change in the dream rules, which is why he came here. He knew where he was.

Damn it.

This guy also mastered the nightmare meditation method. He is my biggest enemy, damn it.

But what about this clone of the other party? Why have I never seen it before? And the aura it exudes seems to have been seen somewhere before?

Currently, only Dolai knows that he is practicing the nightmare meditation method. No one else believes it. He has found out that the other party has another meditation method and has mastered a little bit of the rules of dreams. Not all of them, but he can just touch the rules.

But how did the other party find me? Was it this strange-looking thing?

He then discovered that the direction the other party was coming from was indeed towards him, without the slightest deviation. His heart sank suddenly, and then after just a little thought, his slightly confused brain began to arrange things involuntarily.

The rules of the dream world manifested, and characters, cities, and masters continued to appear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He wanted to decorate this place like an iron tunnel and he couldn't die.

Although he was not afraid of death this time, he did not want it to happen again. He had just mastered the rules of dreams. As long as he had enough time, he was confident that he could dominate the world and the entire Western Ring Continent would submit to him.

But what we lack most now is time.

Just then, he saw that the other party stopped moving forward.

I exposed myself.

He began to generate various things constantly, generating what he wanted to generate.

The biggest advantage of the nightmare meditation method is that he is good at fighting in dreams. His mental power is relatively strong and weird, but his disadvantages are also obvious. He is too good at fighting in dreams, which makes him a weakling in reality. He can only fight with various generated things. He has to maximize the generation of things that he has invaded in order to resist the opponent's army.

Then he was going to run away.

That's right, he can only run away now.

Before invading to the ninth level, he would not fight head-on with others. Although his mental power was dozens of times stronger, his mental power was superficial. At most, it was equivalent to the intermediate ninth level, not even the top ninth level. He was no match for these people.

He would be exhausted from dealing with Patriarch Qianyue alone.

Nadola discovered him, so he had to find a way to hide himself, but how did the other party find him? This was still a question, and how to hide himself was even more difficult to explain.

At this moment, he felt an endless crisis coming from all directions. He felt a little panicked and his mental strength was rapidly consumed.

He looked slightly insane, and was frantically calculating his own survival rate in his mind, but from what he could see right now, the chances of this body, plus his own body, surviving were very low.

Not to mention, this time the Holy See of Light and the Holy See of Darkness are also taking action, and they might use some unknown things.

Damn it, why don't you give me time?

I am about to succeed!!!

When I master the laws of dreams and attain godhood, you will all die.

The face of the Nightmare Ancestor began to look ferocious, and more and more things emerged around him at an increasingly faster rate, and often some powerful creatures were born directly.

With about 3 points of mental power, one can create a 6-point level 8 monster. Once these monsters are created, each one is very smart and even carries the memories of their previous lives, making them very active.

On the top of the city wall, an eagle was created. It spread its wings and flew freely in the sky. He saw an ogre and felt a little surprised as to why the ogre was here too.

At this moment, the ogre stood up from the ground outside the city, with a stick in his hand. He looked around, and it seemed that there was no problem with the position he was standing in. At this moment, he raised his head, and the not very smart one shook his head, roared, looked at the eagle, and shouted, "You idiot, why are you here?"

The eagle's intelligence was not very high. He looked at the ogre and snorted coldly, "Shit eater, why do you care where I am? Just eat your shit."

The ogre was not angry. In his world, as long as the food tasted good, it didn't matter what he ate. If he made his own people angry, they would all eat it. So what was a big deal about eating some shit? Dragon dung was also very nutritious.

He looked around, and at this moment, he saw that dozens of level sevens suddenly appeared inexplicably on the surrounding land, but he did not have the slightest doubt.

He has his own memories. Of course, the Nightmare Ancestor devoured his memory, but it was impossible to return his memory to him completely. Instead, he modified part of it.

With the birth of powerful creatures one after another, and they are still being born, the figure of the Nightmare Ancestor gradually sinks down, sinking into the ground. If a fight starts soon, he will seize the time to escape.

The rules of dreams are not omnipotent. He now finally realized that the world is fair. It is impossible for a creature to have no opponents just because of the power of a certain rule. All things in the world are interdependent and even the powerful dragons have their inevitable enemies.

According to ancient legends, hellhounds, peng birds, three-legged crows, etc. all like to eat dragons. Unfortunately, those creatures are not in this world.

The Dream Rule is undoubtedly powerful, but he is not powerful now. He needs time to become powerful.

After planning all this, he began to move secretly.

…

In the sky, Patriarch Qianyue was looking at this side, extremely anxious.

Things here are still being generated continuously. With such a huge army, the number is enough even for attacking cities and capturing strongholds. There are hundreds of level sevens and dozens of level eights. This number is shocking just by looking at it.

Vasily was also extremely shocked. He looked ahead with murderous eyes. Around him, white auras were flowing, almost enveloping him.

Dole stood dozens of meters away, looking at Vasily, but he saw that the rules around Vasily were constantly improving.

Those are all spatial rules, each one is very thick and powerful.

These rules are spread across every corner of the world, every inch of space. He is the space, representing the bottom layer of the world.

Vasily is about to be promoted, maybe now, maybe the next moment. There are twelve chains of rules around him. Although none of them have reached the ninth level, no one can say for sure.

Once Vasily comprehends all the spatial rules he has mastered to the ninth level, he will definitely be at the ninth level. Moreover, once he enters the ninth level, he will be the strongest among the ninth level, there is no doubt about it.

The power of space rules ranks fifth only after reincarnation, fate, cause and effect, and time.

As long as Vasily reaches level nine, he will be at the same level as Ancestor Qianyue and become the patron saint of the Empire of Glory.

The rules of space, the rules of dreams in the distance, and the rules of the moon on the body of the old ancestor Qianyue next to him, made Duolai feel deeply touched.