Chapter 692 The Dream Realm Doesn’t Exist

  At this moment, Chen Lun seemed to have returned to the beginning.

  I stood by the porthole of the spaceship "Ark" of the Azure Federation, staring at the "figure" in the depths of the universe beyond the solar system.

  The blue-yellow nebula in front of me actually belongs to the same kind of existence as that "figure"—

  They are all the "old days" above the sequence.

  It is the "highest point" at the final convergence of the path of God, and it is the indescribable existence in charge of the original sin.

  Small whispers and dream talk suddenly sounded in his ears.

   It seemed as if ten thousand people, ten million people, countless people were whispering, saying things he couldn't understand at all.

  Chen Lun suddenly felt a fantastic hazy feeling.

   What followed was that his body was disintegrating, his spirit was drifting away, and his whole body was attracted by the nebula, as if he was about to fly into it in the next second and merge with it.

  Chen Lun couldn't help being startled.

   When I came back to my senses, I found that my body had already shown a translucent brilliant color, and the left and right forearms had turned into the most microscopic particles and floated towards the nebula...

  In an instant, he was dripping with cold sweat.

  'It was just a moment of trance, and I was almost swallowed by the remnants of the "Eternal Nightmare"... nearly one billion of my reserve sanity was consumed! '

   Although Chen Lun's personality is high, compared to the existence above the sequence, it is still like a firefly and the light of the sun and the moon.

  Thinking so far, he took immediate measures.

   In the eyes, the pale infinity symbol flickered.

  A dark golden card emerged, spinning non-stop in front of him.

   This is the only divinity of the four fates he has digested, and it is also the key to control the original sin "Never Return".

  The White Throne covered with ancient patterns was summoned and suddenly appeared behind him. Chen Lun sat down slowly.

  When he was lying on the throne, the dreamy hazy feeling around him stopped abruptly. It didn't disappear, but was blocked by an invisible curtain, which could no longer affect him.

  Chen Lun can actually clearly feel that the power is outside the throne, beside him, in all directions, and he doesn't want to devour him all the time.

  Fortunately, the "non-return home" who is also the source of the crime is protecting him.

  Chen Lun also has an intuition.

  The ravings I heard just now probably originated from the dreamy nebula in the distance, from the old "eternal nightmare"!

   I just don't know what those ravings mean.

  Chen Lun didn't want to know either.

  To this day, he has already deeply understood the truth that the greatest advantage of human beings is also the greatest defect, and that is curiosity.

  If you try your best to find out what the "Eternal Nightmare" is raving about, the final result will only be destruction.

  ‘If you want to know everything, you will only hurt yourself. '

  Chen Lun let out a long breath.

   In my mind, there are residual ravings and pictures of Nebula.

   Accompanied by it, there are countless huge knowledge.

  The two major sequences of the Luoyan pathway, and the two complete sequence knowledge of the deep sea and the earth, were all captured by Chen Lun.

'Deep Sea Sequence Zero [Long Dream], Earth Sequence Zero [Bearer of the Monument]...the two true gods, the Eternal Sleeper and the Mud Weng, are in these two sequences respectively. Very good, with the knowledge of these two complete paths, The exuberance of the holy fire can add another point. '

  Chen Lun secretly thought.

  ‘It’s time to leave, this place is too dangerous. '

   Finally, he resisted the urge to glance at Nebula again, and directly activated "Never Return Home", letting it send him "ascending" to escape from this deep dream.

   This is also the horror of the old "Eternal Nightmare".

   As long as there is no blessing of original sin, even if the true **** falls here, he will not be able to return, and he will not be able to wake up again, and will eventually be swallowed by the nebula transformed by his remnants.

   Sebastian Pardo the Eternal Sleeper is a prime example.

  Chen Lun sat on the white throne with a calm face.

  The surrounding scenes are dragging rapidly, and the dreamy nebula is gradually receding. He obviously hasn't moved, but he has the illusion of rising at the speed of light...

  Dream world, above the pale earth.

  A group of angels were looking into the distance with solemn faces. In the area shrouded by the blue-yellow hurricane, a looming figure in pale clothes seemed to be undergoing a terrible attack.

  I saw that the horizon was blurred by the wind, and the flickering thunder was like starlight, while Cang Wang's body was destroyed again and again, and it was restored again and again, and reappeared.

  Like the flickering of the frame, King Cang kept switching between death and rebirth, maintaining a strange state.

   "Is that..."

  Miss Shengshu Mia raised her eyebrows in surprise.

  Mr. Jingyao spoke slowly:

"'Restart of Destiny', Clough's special trick. He used this ability to seal Sebastian Pardo and let him sink infinitely in the dream... At the same time, he also relied on this ability to leave the Sun Continent alone and go to the universe starry sky Facing the old days, unfortunately..."

   As he spoke, the True God of Magic shook his head regretfully.

   He remembers.

  Although Clough, the former Duke of Huan, did not directly fall into the starry sky, he was still seriously affected after returning from the "restart".

  Derived from the erosion of many old people, Clough's fate line has undergone incomprehensible distortion. Even with the protection of "No Return", His sanity is disappearing at an unstoppable speed.

  In the end, it inevitably went out of control.

   "It's amazing... In just a few years, Jack has already mastered most of Clough's power, and he has come to this point."

  Miss Shengshu's emerald eyes flashed with amazement.

  The King of Slaughter, Conrad, held the goblet, gently shaking the bright red liquid in the glass, and said with emotion:

   "Although he has not yet become a god, his actual combat power is enough to match us."

"Um."

  Mr. Jingyao looked at the figure in pale clothes in the hurricane, as if he saw his old friend Clough, and nodded with a smile.

   "It seems that we don't need to help."

  Behind the three true gods, a group of angels could not help showing surprise.

  They witnessed the Sequence One promotion of the King in Pale Cloth.

   At that time, his strength had been greatly overestimated, but now hearing the three true gods bluntly stated that King Cang has the strength of a true god, everyone still finds it inconceivable.

  The "King of Angels" does have the qualifications to face the true God, but this is not the same thing as having equal strength.

  Take the gloomy lady Judelia as an example. The reason why he is not afraid of Mrs. Rose is that Marialena’s injury has not healed, and the other is that Judelia really wants to leave, and the other party can’t keep him.

  But if these things are put aside and the two sides fight to the death, then Judelia has no possibility of retreating.

  The true God is the end of the path of God, the end of the mysterious realm.

  Even the king of angels cannot defeat the true god.

   This is the iron law.

  But now, there is a person who breaks the iron law.

  The King of Pale Clothes!

  Boom—

  Boom—

  Suddenly, there were loud noises in the distance.

  The entire dream world was trembling, and even the horizon began to crack, revealing cracks, as if it was on the verge of collapse.

   Angela, the three true gods, and all the angels stared intently.

  I saw a pillar of fire with a pale background and colorful patterns soaring into the sky, forcing back the blue-yellow hurricane around it!

  The ragged robes are dancing, and the hem of the clothes is rattling.

   King Cang slowly opened his eyes, the pale infinity symbols flickering in his eyes.

   "Liu Li!"

  He spoke indifferently, his voice rolling like thunder.

  The gorgeous flames that were burning all around froze for a moment, then spun around King Cang, and quickly converged on the ivory white carved cross sword in his hand!

  Hoo—

  Hoo hoo—

  Mr. Jingyao's face gradually turned serious.

  His gaze was fixed on the sword in King Cang's hand, and in the vast and deep eyes like the starry sky, surprise, thought and suddenness flashed one after another.

   "Holy fire? I see!"

  Hearing Angela's whisper, Mia and Conrad couldn't help but look sideways.

  Mr. Jingyao said in a deep voice:

"Clough once said—"With fate as the body, with the holy fire as the blade, the joys and sorrows are infinitely possible." And this is also the path with the greatest possibility of salvation in His vision, but for some reason, Clough finally gave up on it , chose to settle for the next best thing, and developed the 'fate imitation', but the 'fate imitation' alone is not enough for Clough to have the qualifications to face those existences outside the starry sky..."

  In the distance, the King in Cang Yi held the hilt of his sword in both hands, facing straight up to the sky.

  The tornado-like pillar of colorful fire continued to condense, condense, and gather together, and finally turned into a glazed spiral sword, burning endlessly with gorgeous flames!

  The terrifying power and coercion made the angels staring at this scene feel terrified, and only felt that the sword was enough to cut through everything!

   Even Angela's three true gods couldn't help but be moved!

   "The era of the Seven Gods has come to an end."

  Chen Lun held the glazed Canghuo spiral sword, the crown on his head was shining brightly, and his long gray hair fluttered.

  The light of the fire reflected on his face, and the expression of neither sadness nor joy was intertwined with light and shadow, gorgeous and dark.

   "Sebastian Pardo, it starts with you!"

   Whoosh!

  The figure of King Cang spun and collapsed into a point, and instantly bloomed in front of the phantom that covered the sky and the sun.

  Boom—

  The figure of the Eternal Sleeper twisted and swung out with a punch.

   Fist wind mixed with blue-yellow terrible hurricane and thunder!

   King Cang glanced coldly and punched backhand.

  The two fists collided like two planets, shaking the whole dream world!

  Boom!

   As a result, King Cang's figure remained motionless.

   In terms of physical fitness, the two sides are evenly divided!

  The next moment, King Cang swung his sword out—

   With a bang, the pale sword curtain dragged out a colorful afterimage, and the phantom transformed by the Eternal Sleeper didn't even have time to react, and the entire arm fell down in response to the sound!

  The flames are burning!

  The Eternal Sleeper twisted violently, struggling in the flames!

   "Ho!!"

   The distorted phantom is roaring, roaring, making a strange scream that has never been seen in this world.

  The sound waves echoed in the dream world, and the ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, blurring, distorting, and wrinkling the vision.

  Chen Lun looked down indifferently, and once again held the Liuli Canghuo spiral sword high.

  The flames shot straight into the sky, covering everything in sight with a layer of brilliant luster, and he immediately slammed down—

   All voices stopped at this moment.

  All images disappeared at this moment.

   Immediately after.

  The dazzling flames were like an inverted meteor shower, fluttering across the entire sky in the dream world, and the light green scales on Sebastian Pardo, the eternal sleeper, were melted and annihilated one by one, and gorgeous streamers were reflected in the dark eyes.

  His huge figure has a straight and fine sword mark from head to toe—

   Following another shock, the entire dream world was split into two halves!

  The gorgeous blue fire continued to burn and spread along the thin line cut by the spiral sword, destroying the dream world.

   "From now on, the dream world will no longer exist."

   King Cang stood in mid-air, holding the terrifying spiral sword in his hand.

  His figure cannot be seen clearly in the collapsed horizon, only the indifferent voice resounds through the universe.

   "Sea God Sebastian Pardo, really sleep forever."

  (end of this chapter)