Chapter 786: Revisiting the Dream World

The soul is wandering in the tomb. He can see everything here, but he can't take away anything here.

Anything his illusory hands reach for will penetrate through it.

He knows the true name of every sealed object here, but he has no way to use their power. Before, in the golden city of Helfas, he could at least mobilize the sealed object and black pen to perform various simple actions, such as turning pages, Moving objects and other behaviors, but even this is difficult to do here.

Finally he looked at the ceiling, remembering his body still up there.

Although it didn't take long to come down, he was still a little worried that he would be discovered. After all, he was too close to the Gate of the Earth in order to sense this place.

"Go back first."

After being separated from the body of his previous life, Helfas was like a kite that had lost its string in a storm, and was about to be thrown to the end of the sky in an instant.

His sight even faintly penetrated the earth and the sky, and saw another world.

The kingdom of the gods.

But soon the body of his current life appeared before his eyes, and he stepped into it.

Under the shadow of the corner of the long stone wall built around the edge of the cliff of the Gate of the Earth, Helfas opened his eyes, stood up and left the edge of the Gate of the Earth.

He jumped over the stone wall, walked through an alley, and soon disappeared into the light and shadow of the street at the end of the alley.

After determining the location, the next step is to bring out the Sealed Book and his former sealed objects from inside, but now it seems that this is a bit difficult.

At least it seems difficult to do without relying on other people's strength or alarming other people.

"How can I bring it out?"

"Looking for help?"

It's not that Helfas can't find the master of the city or the controller of the Dragon Palace, but then the initiative will be completely handed over to others, and even life, death and fate will be controlled by him.

He doesn't like this method of giving all the initiative to others. Even if he has to rely on the strength of others, he must leave a backup at least as a retreat.

But the current situation in this city is that once he is exposed, there will be no way out, and his backhand will be useless.

"With external help?"

Walking on the road where the rain has not yet dried, passing by sparse pedestrians, listening to the sound of water dripping from the eaves.

Helfas suddenly remembered the scene he saw when he just broke away from the state of being an earthbinder and left the vicinity of his body in his previous life.

At that time, he was being pulled by another force and pushed to another world and country.

Of course he knew where that place was, it was what the extraordinary professionals of this era called the Kingdom of the Gods.

It was an extremely magical and incredible place, where the space and laws seemed to be chaotic, at least operating in a way and law beyond ordinary people's cognition.

It can lead to any place in the world, as long as you have the power to enter the dream world and have the anchor point and coordinates of the world.

A sudden idea occurred to him.

If possible, could he bring the sealed artifact to that world in this way?

Helfas is different from ordinary people in this era. He has a soul.

If ordinary souls do not have the authority granted by the gods, they cannot directly enter the kingdom of the gods.

They can either use the permissions given by the gods or some kind of backdoor left behind, or they can only use other loopholes or special methods to enter the kingdom of the gods.

And because Helfas's soul does not belong to this era and world, it can also achieve similar effects.

Once his soul leaves the body, it will be rejected by this world and sent to the kingdom of gods far away from the present world, further sending it back beyond the long river of time.

If there wasn't that pillar that would hold him back in the final stage.

Helfas didn't know the principle, but he knew and experienced the results and process, which was enough for him for now.

"Use my soul as a vehicle to bring the sealed object to the Kingdom of Gods, and then bring it back to the real world through the Kingdom of Gods."

"With a certain distance and time difference, the sealed object can be taken outside the city."

This is not difficult.

Helfas even thought of several plans in an instant.

For example, he threw his soul into the depths of the Earth Gate near the Earth Gate, then sat in a caravan and pretended to be asleep, then left the Black Iron City with the caravan.

After the soul obtains the Sealed Book, it brings it back to the body through the Kingdom of Gods, so that the Sealed Book can be taken directly outside the Black Iron City.

The only question now is whether it is feasible to use the soul as a vehicle to bring sealed objects into the kingdom of the gods.

Helfas thought of it and immediately prepared to do it.

"Give it a try."

However, naturally this kind of thing cannot be done in Black Iron City, and a place must be found outside.

When entering and exiting the entrance checkpoint of the canyon, you can see soldiers inspecting and collecting taxes.

Ordinary people only need to pass inspection when entering the city, but merchants and vendors have to pay taxes.

Helfas drove a cart pulled by a four-legged dragon beast past the city gate. His broad cloak was bulging, as if something was stuffed inside.

This is exactly how ordinary hawkers dress up. Some hawkers like to hang various small items inside their outer robes or cloaks. They then open them on the road and ask others if they want them.

And this bloated outfit just happened to cover up some of the different features between Helfas and the dragon man.

And sitting in the car, from the front, you can't see if there is a tail behind him.

Walked to the checkpoint and lined up.

When it was his turn.

Helfas just glanced at the soldier, and the soldier in charge of the inspection suddenly had some vague shadows and ideas in his mind.

"I have seen this man several times before. He is an ordinary peddler who often goes in and out of the city to sell some groceries."

"He looks very honest and doesn't like to talk."

The soldier immediately smiled and shouted to Helfas familiarly.

"It's you!"

"Are you in the city to sell things again?"

"How are the things selling? What's the business these days?"

Helfas nodded and took out his tax money and handed it to the soldier in front of him.

After counting the tax money, the soldier even cared about Helfas's business, worried that he couldn't sell his things because he was not good at speaking, and pointed out where he could sell things better.

In the end, he drove out of the checkpoint and the Black Iron City without even getting out of the car or undergoing any strict inspection.

Since he died once and was resurrected, Helfas has completely sensed the existence of his own soul.

He has also gained a new understanding of the cognition and mysterious power of his own soul.

Now.

Helfas has become more and more proficient in using this trick of secretly influencing others through his psychic ability.

The soldiers here have been affected by his ability to secretly influence others several times, and he also found that it seems that every time he uses this ability on others, the influence is deepened to a certain extent, like hypnosis.

For example, Helfas only said in the soldier's mind that he had seen him several times and was very familiar with him.

But after this idea deepened several times, the soldier seemed to have a strong and inexplicable sense of intimacy with him.

Such an effect was not expected by Helfas.

After using it many times, even Helfas felt a faint chill.

It has no direct killing power, and it can't even be seen or felt, but it seems to be thousands of times more powerful than a physical sword.

"What kind of power is this?"

"Can it modify people's thoughts and reverse people's cognition?"

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Mine Town.

This is a small town in the Full Moon Forest, built near the mine that Helfas once excavated. After hundreds of years, the resources of this mine that could once be mined in the open air have been gradually exhausted.

Although there are still rich ore resources deep underground, the difficulty of excavation is no longer comparable to before, so it gradually declined.

However, the descendants of the miners living here have always stayed and gradually built a town, which has become a resting place for traveling merchants.

Because there are caves left by mining everywhere, it is named Mine Town.

It was near here that Helfas began his experiment.

After resting up in the temporary residence in the town during the day, Helfas brought a few seals to an abandoned mine where few people passed by and no strange things passed by at night.

In this way, he could avoid being noticed by the demon hunters in the town and avoid danger when his soul left his body.

In the mine.

Helfas sat in the dark, closed his eyes, and stood up quickly.

Helfas in the soul body looked at the wooden box beside him, and he recited the real name of the seal.

"Helfas's flying cloak."

"Come!"

Soon.

A cloak floated out of the box and covered Helfas's soul, allowing him to control and connect with it.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, there was nothing in the cloak, and it looked like a gust of air held up the cloak.

He picked up a copper coin in the box and pushed it into the pocket inside the cloak with the power of wind and airflow.

He also wanted to test it by the way.

In addition to the seal, can ordinary objects be brought in?

Helfas left his body and walked out of the mine.

As he was exposed to the sun, the tingling and sense of crisis that had been coming from leaving his body suddenly became extremely strong, and a force suddenly pulled him up from the ground.

He jumped into the sky and continued to accelerate.

This flying cloak did not have the special power of black steel to accommodate his mental abilities and create a temporary anchor point, so once it left his body a certain distance, it would immediately make him unanchored.

Helfas looked a little solemn and cautious.

This was the first time he took the initiative to let his soul break free from all the constraints of his body and anchor point, allowing that force to repel him out of the world.

After Helfas's speed increased to a certain extent, everything around him began to distort.

He seemed to be crossing a certain boundary.

As darkness appeared above his head, light disappeared under his feet.

There was a slight sound in the wind, as if metal was humming in the wind.

Helfas looked down at the world, and suddenly found that the ordinary copper coin he had just put in his pocket was falling and moving away from him.

Helfas understood that ordinary objects could not be brought into the kingdom of the gods.

But what comforted Helfas was that his cloak was still there.

Finally.

The light under his feet completely disappeared, and he appeared in a familiar darkness.

"I really brought it here."

He looked at the endless dark realm of the Kingdom of the Gods, and then looked at the cloak on his body, with a surprised expression.

But the power that pulled him out of this world still did not stop, but continued to strengthen. It not only wanted to take Helfas away from the world, but also did not let him stay in this realm between reality and illusion for long.

This was not the first time Helfas had experienced such a change.

He knew that if he went forward and reached a certain boundary again.

At that time.

His perception of time would change in some way.

By then, even if the pillar held him back at the last moment, the human world would span hundreds or thousands of years like the last time, or even longer.

And Helfas could not be sure whether the power of the pillar would hold him back in this world every time.

He looked around, and there was nothing around him.

He was not a creature of the Kingdom of the Gods. Those ancient and dreamy creatures had no way to move freely in this world.

Just like the last time he ran towards the pillar, it looked so close, but he could never reach it.

He walked up, sometimes appearing below, sometimes appearing on the left and right.

All he could do was to return to the human world.

"I must go back quickly."

Helfas pretended to close his eyes to sense his anchor point in the human world.

That is, the body.

Although this eye-closing action had no effect, as long as he did so, it could indeed make his mind more focused, or at least faster.

At this time, something strange happened. He suddenly felt that three places in the human world were pulling him.

The sense of one of the places was very vague, and the connection was almost broken. He could only sense it vaguely, but could not go there.

He roughly guessed that it should be his body in his previous life. It was dead, so it naturally could not be used as a real anchor point.

The other two, one was very strong, as if a vortex was calling him.

As expected, that should be his body in this life.

And the last one.

That feeling was very strange. He felt that it was a living being. It was obviously not his body, but it was calling him.

It was indeed attracting him, but it was like a candle in the wind, gradually weakening, and would go out after burning out.

He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something.

Then he ran in that direction.

The upward pulling force disappeared, and the downward falling force became stronger.

Offset.

Continuously accelerating the fall.

Then crossing the boundary.

The darkness disappeared behind him, and the light gradually spread in front of his eyes.

The endless light engulfed Helfas, and he merged into it.

When the surrounding white gradually revealed the outline of the building, Helfas appeared in a garden mansion.

This building looked a bit old, and it seemed that it should have been passed down for at least a dozen generations, but it was well maintained.

Helfas appeared in a place that looked like a study or office. A large number of scrolls were placed on the wooden cabinet that reached the ceiling. The stone slabs on the ground were pieced together to form a special pattern. Two curtains three or four meters long hung down from a height, separating the spacious room.

Through the gap between the two curtains, you can see a shiny red wooden table.

On the table, a scroll is spread out, and a pen is placed next to it. It looks a bit messy. The owner here should have just left.

Helfas walked to the table and stood in front of the window.

This is the third floor of a building, where you can see the city outside.

Helfas saw the familiar high-rise clock tower and the noisy bluestone street. He turned his head to look to the other side. He saw the palace on the hillside and the stone statue of the first generation of the full moon king holding a spear and wearing armor next to the cliff on the hillside.

"Golden City!"

Helfas didn't expect that he would appear directly in the Golden City in this way.

But in a moment, he crossed nearly half the distance of the full moon land.

For him.

This is like a miracle.

Experiencing this scene in person, he suddenly really believed that the gods lived in that world that seemed dark and seemed to have nothing.

It's just that it's too big, and he hasn't found and seen the realm where the gods are.

He thought.

"Those gods who may exist may be looking at the human world from that world, and putting their consciousness into every place in the human world."

Helfas turned his head and looked at the pen on the table. It was the sealed black pen he left in the Golden City.

And this place is undoubtedly the official residence of the record officer of the Full Moon Dynasty.

Helfas stepped forward, stretched out his hand to the black pen on the table, and held it in his hand.

It can be felt that a large part of the spiritual power inside has been consumed. It is estimated that it will be completely exhausted after a period of use, and at that time, Helfas's connection with it will be temporarily cut off.

So he filled the sealed black pen with spiritual power again and put it back on the table.

Afterwards, he seemed to hear something.

Looking outside the curtain.

"The person is back."

But his figure became blurred little by little, and gradually disappeared from the spot.

At this time, a man pushed open the door of the study and walked in with a group of servants.

The old man in the standard official uniform of the Full Moon Dynasty stood upright and directed these people to lift the curtain and clean up the study.

The servants packed the things into boxes one by one, looking like they were going to sweep them all away.

"Pack up all the books and everything here for me, and take them all with you."

"Be careful not to damage any of the items, and don't read the contents on them casually."

The recorder ordered the servants to take all his documents and daily necessities with him.

As the several armies of the Full Moon King set out, they have now arrived at the front line. The vanguard has even entered the east coast, attacking towns, looting resources, scouting intelligence and preliminary confrontations.

Now for the problems in the rear.

The most important thing is the supply of various strategic materials.

The recorder, who is responsible for the material transportation and logistics of the entire army, will set off with the first batch of materials raised later after stabilizing the situation in all aspects.

The king had summoned him several times, asking him to deliver the supplies as soon as possible.

He was not at all assured if these things were sent to others for escort. At the same time, he was also worried about the king and the army on the expedition. He wanted to see the situation on the front line with his own eyes when transporting the supplies.

No matter how clear the document was, it was definitely different from the real situation.

Although he was very dissatisfied with the king's rash war, he did not slack off when performing his duties.

Although he was full of anxiety and sorrow in his heart, the recorder looked very calm.

Suddenly, he saw someone packing up the things on the table.

He suddenly shouted: "That, you can't move."

He walked forward, rolled up the scroll and put it in the box.

Then, he carefully picked up the pen on the table and hung it on the inside of his clothes.

Although there would be no problem if the seal left the controller for a short time, and this seal was not the kind of thing that looked extremely dangerous.

But he was going out next, and he thought it would be better to carry it with him all the time.