Chapter 1485 The Edge of Dreamland

The old mage's eyes were fixed on the thick black book.

He was 100% sure that there was no such book on this table—and this book gave him a very familiar feeling, he couldn't find it in his memory, but he knew what this book was.

"So... I'm already in a dream," Modil said in a low voice suddenly, as if talking to himself, the corner of his eyes swept around, and looked at the sea and the coast outside the porthole, and these things are all present at this moment Normal colors, the familiar black, white and gray tones do not seem to appear, "But this time it seems that I have not entered the world of shadows..."

"We are on the blurred line between reality and dreams. You don't need to go into dreams, because dreams will come to you, and you don't have to return to reality, because reality is in dreams," came again in the book The voice is Modil's most familiar but inexplicably unfamiliar voice, "Only in this position can I talk to you without worrying about 'leaking' or 'submerging'."

The old mage quietly stared at the big black book in front of him, and then said softly after a while: "You are me."

"Yes," said the voice of the big black book with a smile, "you are me."

"I am Mordir." The old mage said softly.

"I'm Wilder." The big black book also answered softly.

"Looks like we're all the same...we're all getting back to 'ourselves,'" Mordir suddenly realized, "I recently recalled something, and you...seem the same? It's going to go on like this What happens? Will we become one?"

The big black book did not respond.

But Modil didn't care about that.

"So four nautical miles offshore is not a 'safe zone'. Even in this position, they will still be affected by the violet vision?" The old mage said bluntly, "Then the other people on board..."

"There's no need to worry about them, the power of the dream has faded and it won't drag people in the real world into the 'other side' anymore," Wilder said calmly, "It's just because we're special that we can communicate in this position .”

"You have been emphasizing the 'dream'," Modil frowned slightly, even though he knew that the "big black book" in front of him was actually his lost "half body", and he was actually talking to himself now, but A strange sense of alienation still lingers in his heart, so he finally decided to treat the "Wild" in front of him as another person, at least it will be smoother when talking, "So this entire Violet Kingdom is actually... "

"It's a dream of Lady Ye," Wilder said so naturally, the natural and frank attitude even made the old mage somewhat unexpected, "It can also be said that it is the formation of Lady Ye's divine kingdom in the real world. The projection of... projection and ontology, dream and reality, all these things that are clearly distinct to mortals, in fact, there is no such clear boundary in the vision of gods, because they are born across illusion and reality, the so-called 'Boundaries' ... are often nothing more than a matter of perception to them."

"The entire Violet Kingdom is a dream of Ms. Ye?!" Although he had already guessed in his heart, when this fact suddenly appeared in front of him, Mordir was instantly shocked. He widened his eyes and looked Looking at the book that theoretically belongs to her "half body", "Then there are countless people in the Violet Kingdom, those mages who have traveled on the mainland, those who have dealt with the Loren people, those who teach magic, and those who accept employment ..."

"They are all part of the dream...but they are not," Wilder said lightly, "They also lived in this world in real life, and they also left a real track in this world. They have their own emotions , also have their own thinking and understanding of the world... Violet is a dream, but this is only for the gods, for this world, the kingdom that once existed is not a kind of reality?"

Mordir opened his mouth,

All of this is somewhat beyond his previous cognition. Even with the rich experience and receptivity of a great adventurer, it is not easy to understand and accept this "knowledge": "Then they now..."

"They're back where they're supposed to be, and that's not a bad thing for them, although ... it might be hard for us to understand that."

Modil lowered his head slightly, as if he was thinking. After a long time, he suddenly said: "Why did you come to me—is this what Ms. Ye meant?"

"Ms. Ye doesn't pay attention to these small things... at least she has no time to pay attention now," Wilder replied, "He is gradually waking up from a long sleep. According to him, he has accumulated hundreds of thousands of years of work to deal with , there is a mountain of information that needs to be channeled, and what happened on the edge of the dream is not important-I came to you just because you are here."

"Curiosity, and the motivation to satisfy it, it seems that this is our common trait," Mordir laughed, "but is it just to satisfy curiosity? If I guess right, from your It shouldn't be easy for the 'location' to come to the boundary between reality and dreams, right? It took so much effort just to chat?"

The thick black book fell silent for a while, and after a few seconds, his voice sounded again: "In the past hundreds of years, I have been by Ms. Ye's side, as a result of falling into her dream and being unable to The 'Lost Traveler' who returned to reality, I told her a lot of stories about travel and adventure. She is full of curiosity about the world, but she is also quite bored because she is trapped in a dream..."

"To get to the point," Modil raised his eyebrows, "I'm not a person who talks a lot of nonsense."

"...I really can't make it up recently." Wilde sighed.

Modil was taken aback for a moment, and after a while he tentatively asked: "... Is the reminder too hard?"

"...Actually, I have always been very confident in my creativity and imagination, but..." Wilder's voice seemed to want to struggle a few more times, but in the end it turned into a long sigh, "... ...Well, it's a little bit. Ms. Ye is gradually waking up, and her attention to the real world is increasing day by day. As you can see, this long dream is finally coming to an end, maybe... my mission is almost over."

Modil frowned slightly, it felt strange to talk to a book, especially when the book was still his "half body", this feeling was even more strange. He thought for a long time before finally making up his mind to speak: "I actually heard the voice of Ms. Overnight... but I didn't expect that it was actually in a deep sleep."

"The 'sleeping' of the gods is different from what mortals perceive. Their activities will not stop in their dreams, and beside a sleeping god, what you see is not necessarily the 'real', it is very likely It’s just another layer of deduction of the dream,” Wilder’s tone seemed to be smiling, and then he paused for a moment before saying casually, “Do you know, in fact… the gods’ response to what happened in their own domain 100 percent perception of everything."

Modil's breath was slightly suffocated, his eyes became serious for a moment, then he shook his head and asked very seriously: "What does Ms. Ye want to do? What kind of plan does she have for the real world?"

"I don't know," Wilde replied frankly. "Although I have been by his side for centuries, he never mentioned his mission. He only said... that the time has not yet come. But there is one thing I do know It is certain that the 'time' that he has been waiting for may finally be approaching, and he is actively making some kind of preparations, and even seems a little... excited about it."

Modil didn't make a sound, he just looked up suddenly out of the porthole, looking at the Violet Coast shrouded in night, on that piece of land covered by the hazy night sky, shadowy cliffs and tree shadows seemed to overlap each other, outlining a The unreal dream, just staring at it for an unknown period of time, he suddenly said: "Should we go to the hinterland of Violet?"

"Do you want to go?"

Modil was stunned for a moment, and then gradually came to his senses, with a sincere smile on his face: "Of course, I'm an adventurer."

"Then go, there are still many things worth witnessing."

A laughing voice came from the big black book, and the voice suddenly became a bit ethereal. Modil saw a faint black smoke coming out of the cover of the book, and a transparent texture was quickly dispelling it. Covering, he realized that this "conversation" between reality and illusion was about to end, and he suddenly became excited, and subconsciously said quickly: "Wait, I still have a problem! Those who were taken away, those who were in the dense fog Can the people who disappeared in the movie come back?"

The big black book on the sailor's table was so transparent that it almost disappeared, and Wilder's voice came to the old mage's ears like an ethereal whisper: "They have their own destiny, there is no need to force everything..."

"I have another question!" Modil saw that the book seemed to still have a little shadow left on the table, so he asked the last question with a glimmer of hope, "Why would Ms. Ye create such a powerful dream?! Could it be that what she is in charge of is not actually the power of shadows, but the power of the dream realm?! Is the identity of 'Ms. Ye' just a..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard an extremely ethereal, almost indistinguishable, but still understandable whisper from his ear:

"He fell asleep..."

...

Amber suddenly opened her eyes.

She saw a gray-white sky, without stars or sun, only a chaotic cloud and fog.

The dry and void wind blew from afar, rolling up the gray-white sand, and the rough touch of the skin made her suddenly realize that the bed under her body was not a familiar bed.

In the next instant, she turned over like an agile bird, and the whole person turned from a flat state to a cautious bowed posture, her eyes widened and she was alert to any movement around her.

What came into view was a gray-white desert, and the familiar monotonous colors filled the earth and sky in her vision. The wind and sand rolled up, and the shadowy sand and dust raised a cloud of dust near the ground.

"Hey, I'll go!" In the next second, the Shadow Assault Goose suddenly covered his eyes and began to rub vigorously, "Eyes... my eyes are fascinated..."

A faint sigh came to his ears suddenly, causing Hu Po to stop rubbing his eyes instantly.

Shadow Assault Goose stared at the red eyes, trying to find the direction of the sigh, but soon she realized that the voice appeared directly in her mind, so she resolutely gave up talking to this kind of "god chatter". "Phenomena" is really futile, and I start to pay attention to the movement around me while trying to find some familiar things in my vision.

She already knew where she was, it wasn't the first time this had happened after all.

This is the mysterious gray-white desert, where the theoretical kingdom of shadows is located—this is the domain of Lady Ye.

"I was still sleeping on the bed just a second ago..." After confirming the safety of the surrounding environment, Amber muttered as she followed a certain feeling towards the towering sand dunes in the distance, "I haven't touched anything I shouldn't touch recently. Things, why is it possible to be pulled in directly even after sleeping now..."

She climbed up the high sand dune, and as expected, the magnificent "throne" appeared in her vision.

The throne was still as she remembered it, with a huge altar-like structure surrounding it, huge collapsed stone pillars and broken walls scattered around the throne, and the gray-white dust buried the once gorgeous and complicated surroundings of the altar. The bas-reliefs of the temple also buried the trails of the pilgrims of the past.

Amber stood on the top of the sand dune, her eyes swept across the entire throne, just like last time, the throne was empty, and she did not see Ms. Ye's figure.

But she saw a long scepter quietly placed next to the throne. The scepter was black and white, and there were light and shadows floating on its surface like flowing water, as if faintly breathing with this endless gray-white desert. Like the connection, like the "axis" of this space, it exudes a strong sense of existence.

Amber hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the throne - the sand dunes were actually far away from the throne, but in this place full of shadow power, she felt that every step she took was as easy as if she could cross space And swift, this is very similar to the feeling of manipulating the shadow step in normal times, but there is a subtle difference, as if... She didn't walk a long distance to the throne, but the throne was following her every step. Get closer here.

In just a moment, she came to the ancient altar where the throne was located. The majestic stone pillars and seats filled the field of vision like a hill, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

"... Wilder?" After a moment of hesitation, Amber called out a name, and searched for the special stone pillar from memory—she still remembered that the stone pillar was on a small platform in front of the throne.

When she entered here by mistake last time, she saw a large black book named "Verde" on the stone pillar, and there is evidence that the book was Mordir Wilde who was cut out and detained The "half body" in the Kingdom of Shadow God.

But the throne altar was empty, and there was no response from the great adventurer in the wind and sand.

"Is anyone there?" Amber hesitated for a while, then shouted boldly, "If there is no one, I will go shopping by myself!"

Then she waited on the spot for a while, then nodded: "It seems that there is indeed no one."

After saying this, she boldly walked towards the throne at the top of the altar, and halfway there, she finally found the special stone pillar in her memory—but the top of the stone pillar was empty at the moment, and in her impression it should have been There is no trace of the big black book placed here.

"Ms. Ye is not here, and Wilder is not here...Where is this going..." Amber muttered, she suddenly felt a little hairy in her heart, it seemed that she was the only creature in such a vast world, boundless loneliness and A sense of alienation emerged like a bug, but she quickly shook her head and forced herself to regain her composure, "I probably went for a walk, um, I went for a walk."

While speaking, she had already arrived at the majestic throne.

Looking up, a part of the throne stands straight in sight like a cliff, and the scepter leaning against the throne protrudes from the end of the field of vision to the sky, which is particularly eye-catching.

After looking up for a few seconds, a bold idea suddenly popped up in Shadow Assault Goose's head.

Do you want to climb up and have a look?