"All individuals who fall into the "Zhongsilent Realm" are people with 'wisdom', 'inspiration' and 'pain'. 'wisdom', 'inspiration' and 'pain'..." "The Future" murmured several times before suddenly feeling a high voltage current flowing through his mind, and he understood its meaning:
"In other words, humans and monsters who can enter this... well... 'Non-Real, Non-Dream' field must have at least three sequence cores. In other words, the level of the magic source power should at least reach the level 5: Pain, that is, the lowest level under the 'secondary' magic source power level."
"And..." "The Future" subconsciously recited the information that was inserted into his mind, saying:
"The person who enters this place has his body trapped in a brief silence, his soul is locked by the Lord of the Underworld, and his spirit is in a daze. If he is lost in this, he will fall into permanent darkness without reincarnation.
"The 'Zhongji Realm' was originally constructed by one of the creator's hundreds of millions of consciousnesses. Against the background of the sleeping subject, considering that all the gods have disappeared and all the saints have died, the remaining humans either act like evil spirits or survive like wild dogs, so they have established this mysterious realm that is hard to reach to save poor individuals with 'divine nature'."
"'Divineness' is such a strange and familiar word." "Future" sneered:
"The ancient dragon clan, the upper class of the eighteen races, the saints among humans, the high-order magicians, and some descendants of races who have been combined with God are qualified to have this sacred title. What's the virtue of me?
"But here, there are traces of gods passing by." "The Future" said, looking at the coastal beach under the cliff below. It was a cramped area less than twenty meters long and wide, and it seemed that it could only accommodate a low country house. However, after the continuous erosion of the dark waves, a strange word spelled in the middle language gradually appeared.
"achimade." "The Future" relies on the information in the mind, subconsciously spelling it, and translated it:
"Achaemedea, this should be the title unique to the Creator's 'consciousness' that constructed the 'Silent Realm'."
At this moment, "Future" inadvertently looked up at the slightly higher cliff not far away, but he found a creepy and strange white creature with oppression like a nightmare.
Looking closely, its body is covered with white feline-like villi, but it has no limbs, no heart and head, which are essential parts of human general knowledge.
These white creatures were like ghosts born from the earth, but they shook off their white hair like ghosts from the underworld, causing cold snowflakes to fall from the sky.
Then, they flew towards the sky with heavy and uneven bodies as rocks. After lingering in the sky for about half a minute, they fell around the "future" like missiles, forming a cold green flame.
"Future" watched the performance of these strange creatures expressionlessly, without saying a word, as if watching an ugly musical dance performed by extremely unskilled dancers.
His hands crossed his chest, his eyes closed slightly, but he left a gap that could see through the situation in front of him.
Seeing that his "performance" could not touch the lost person in front of him, the white creatures flew up one meter and then fell heavily to the ground, causing the ground to shake. Then, they repeatedly took off, fell, took off, fell, fell, took off, fell, fell, fell, fell, fell, fell, fell, fell... This process was until the edges and corners of the body were completely shattered, and the uneven rock parts on the surface fell off, finally revealing the metallic skin inside, with a smooth texture, and the gradually brightened totem drawn with the power of the gods.
"It's wonderful, it's such a wonderful game, this young and cute little brother." A girl-like pure, tender, and cute ethereal voice came from behind the "future".
"Who are you?" "Future" moved slowly and turned around with small steps.
What caught his eye was a "goddess" wearing an ancient mythical outfit from the Central Empire.
At this moment, the "goddess" was wearing a white gauze scarf with a "wolf head and snake" pattern embroidered by skilled craftsmen, wearing a pure gold chain that did not match the body style, and a white robe that could only cover half of her body.
If the person standing in front of this "goddess" is a pure human male, then he will be immediately controlled by the unclean desires in his heart, and be torn apart by illegal forces under the shackles of evil thoughts, and will always fall into a sleep that cannot be reincarnated.
But standing in front of him was the "future" and the "order association" of "shoulder", and one of the most outstanding lost people in the federal territory.
After reading the history, culture and literature of various countries in the mainland, the classics such as the Bishops, the Orthodox Bishops and the Bishops, as well as the "future" of the knowledge of the rank gods, the universe and the Creator, there will be no inner fluctuations in this regard.
Whether it is the lost or the human, whether it is a man or a woman, in front of the great Creator who sleeps in a nightmare, in the vast and boundless universe, in front of the god who holds the supreme power and perpetuity, it is just a wisp of dust.
All worlds will always be in reincarnation. Except for the ideal that can guide the "future" forward and the obsession of restoring the world [order], everything else is like a breeze formed from the surface of a calm lake, which is just an illusory thing.
Within half a minute of looking at the "future", the "goddess" read from his thoughts, spirits and souls that these clergy and lower gods had never possessed. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she showed an intriguing smile as if she understood something.
Then, she slowly walked to the "future", stretched out her left hand, pressed it on his forehead, and continued in a calm and ordinary girl's voice:
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "There is no room for "shang" deep in your heart, but your body and skin are filled with rich "shang". You are a strange person. You have not been eroded by these "shangs" and become a "monster" or an evil person.
"You are indeed in pain, but under the pain in your heart, you have always adhered to the ideals that even gods can't match. "Gluttonym", "Greedy", "lazy", "jealousy", "pride", "desire" and "anger" do not exist in any corner of your body. The divinity in your body gives you the great power to always be purified."
"I... don't ask for anything, and I don't need anyone to evaluate it. I will only do what I think is right. By the way, I have not revealed some ideas to anyone, and even my leader, the "New God", I have never spoken half of it. You... peeking into other people's hearts like this is an extremely impolite act of transgression." "The Future" said unhappy and subconsciously pushed away the "goddess".
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After about a minute, the laughter of the "goddess" finally stopped. Her voice returned to the purity of a girl, her eyes were filled with scarlet light that was particularly eye-catching in the dark environment, and she spoke again:
"You asked who I am just now, and I can tell you that among all the Sunnese people I have come into contact with, they call me a "pseudo-God" because I have the spiritual power of the gods, but there is no entity similar to them; I have the extraordinary skills of the gods, but I can never be included in the order.
"Of course, you can call me another more well-known name, "Achemedea", or "Achemedeava", a name rich in Cruise. I am the creator of this realm called "Zhongsilent Realm" that is neither real nor false, neither day nor night, neither true nor false, neither life nor death, and one of the hundreds of thousands of "consciousness" left by the Creator in this nightmare."
"Achaemedea? It turns out that you are Achaemedea..." "The Future" murmured in a low voice. Obviously, Achaemedea's appearance was far from what he imagined.
In the eyes of "future", the gods who created this suppressed god filled with the aura of the dead, even if they were not as oppressive as the dragon clan, at least they had to be a gloomy, evil and violent child like the "Lord of the Dark Night". This kind of holy "color" looks indeed... has a contrasting beauty.
"I am Achaemedea, this is an unquestionable reality." Achaemedea took a step back, lowered his head, raised his slightly protruding eyes with an expression of evil smile, and looked at the "future" and said:
"You can step into this forgotten area, on the one hand, your spirit and body are fighting against the gods representing death, and on the other hand, your and my brain wave frequency happens to be at the same level, resonating, and I was successfully invited here."
"It is indeed one of the Creator's consciousness, and he can explain it to me through the two dimensions of magic and physics without any obstacles." "The Future" whispered:
"So, sir Achaemedea, what are the plans to pull me into here... Oh, what is the purpose?"
"Of course it's for humanity and the world." Achaemedea replied extremely calmly.
"Humans and the world? Don't use macro narratives to kidnap me. Even if you are one of the Creator's consciousnesses, I will not accept such an empty way of communication." "The Future" refuted some angrily.
"Do you want me to tell the truth? OK, then listen." Achaemedea changed his statement:
"There is a "wind wall" in the 'Psruine' area of ​​your Cruzdes that imprisoned the 'Echoers' and 'Pramini'. Since its formation, countless humans and losers have been studying its way of cracking, but there has never been a real breakthrough.
"Now, here, I want to use the incomplete parts of the Future Epic to tell you the code to break through it in the form of poetry. As for why I have given you so generously what you need, it is because, once the 'fire of heaven' under the 'wind wall' is successfully detonated, not only Cruzde, but the entire continent will be trapped in flames and floods. You know, if this continent dies, the entire planet will die, and if the planet dies, the gods born on it will die, too."
Chapter completed!