ebookslot Chapter 375 The World in the Book
Chapter 375 The World in the Book
Chapter 375 The World in the Book
Cyril's brow twitched slightly as he noticed that the bottom hem of Erdfana's grey-white robe was completely black, with countless three-dimensional and mysterious patterns extending upwards.
It seemed as if His shadow was coming to life, gradually replacing him.
Noticing Cyril's gaze, Erdfana chuckled and said, "Chik's curse is more troublesome than I anticipated. It involves fate, disaster. Once it erupts, it's irreversible, only leading to gradual collapse."
"I used a virtual persona to bear the curses and corruption on my body, and put them all to sleep. After I've adjusted my state, I'll clean them up one by one."
"At that time, we may need your help."
"No problem." Cyril nodded, then reached out and placed his hand on the cover of "The Travels of Grossell".
Behind him, pairs of transparent, shimmering, starlight-like wing-like membranes extended out, gradually making his figure appear ethereal, as if intertwining between different dimensions.
A deep blue light rippled out from his palm, layering and intertwining until it finally formed a blurry door with no tangible substance.
Inside the gate, a white mountain range with snowflakes fluttering in the air can be vaguely seen.
"It's simpler than I expected; you just need to use the characteristics of dimensions to locate and open the door to the world in the book."
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As he spoke, he took a step forward, his figure passing through the dark blue door as if through a curtain of water.
After he disappeared, Erdfana suddenly looked up, glanced at the captain's cabin through the walls and ceiling, smiled slightly, and then stepped through the dark blue door.
In the next room, Klein, who was setting up a spiritual wall, paused and looked thoughtfully at the wall in front of him.
After a moment of blankness, he looked away, entered the Alliance Cleansing Room, took four steps backward, and entered the gray fog.
The howling wind echoed continuously, blowing the crystalline snowflakes into the air. Cyril hugged his arms and shivered.
Even the Sequence 5 "Traveler" still lacks the constitution to withstand such extreme cold.
"Achoo!"
"It's really tough. It seems the 'apprentices' won't gain the ability to adapt to different environments until they reach demigod status."
"Normally, apprentices below the level of demigod wouldn't be able to travel to so many extreme and dangerous places like you."
"They will only need the ability to adapt to different environments when they can leave the spirit world and travel through the star realm."
Beside him, Erdfana's figure appeared swiftly, speaking in a leisurely tone.
"So, the problem is that my potion version is far more advanced than the other 'apprentices'?"
Once I become a "door", I must improve my ability to adapt to the environment, from Sequence 3 to Sequence 9!
As his thoughts drifted, he looked up at the gray sky. The sun was hidden behind thick clouds, and the light it cast was devoid of warmth.
He reached out and caught a snowflake, gently crushed it, letting the melted water settle on his fingertips, then turned to look at Erdfana: "Can you sense Levihard's presence?"
"Can."
"Come with me."
Erdfana nodded slightly, his pale gold eyes turning into vertical pupils, while the deep, dark waves beneath his feet continued to ripple outwards.
Each drop of water is like a ray of light, seemingly representing a trace of consciousness, a mark.
This is the vast ocean of the collective unconscious that belongs to the world within the book!
The howling wind around them became ethereal and dreamlike, as if the swirling snowstorm was no longer on the same level as them.
However, Cyril still felt very cold, but it was no longer a physical cold, but a coldness that came from the heart, an icy chill from the inside out.
It felt as if someone had transferred their sense of cold to him.
"The cold comes from the subconscious of this region, from the ingrained impressions of this snowy land held by countless minds."
"When you step into the ocean of the collective unconscious and interact with it, the subconscious that has accumulated here over a long period of time will naturally influence you."
"In a way, this can be considered a special environment of the spiritual world."
As Erdfana's voice rang in his ears, Cyril suddenly felt the chill that had seeped into his body leave him.
Call ~
He let out a soft breath and turned his head to look at Erdfana.
They discovered that the other person was holding a strange, illusory ice crystal that seemed to have countless facets, each with a blurry face on it.
The moment he saw the ice crystal, he suddenly shivered, as if he had seen the cold itself.
"This is?"
"This mental world has accumulated and solidified over a long period of time all its knowledge and impressions of cold."
As she spoke, Xiu gently tossed out the illusory ice crystal in her hand, which seemed to have countless facets.
Click!
Amidst the illusory cracking sound, the ice crystals vanished, and a frosty white hue spread out, sending shivers down one's spine. On the surface of the collective subconscious ocean, crystalline and dreamlike snowflakes began to drift, and ice crystals condensed in the seawater.
Amidst the ever-spreading frost and white, the waves surging beneath Erdfana's feet gradually solidified, transforming into a deep, swirling, downward-spiraling passage.
The ice crystal staircases descended one after another, seemingly without end.
"The world in this book is somewhat thin, and dragons have a dominant position here, so I can easily do things that are completely impossible in the outside world."
Erdfana sighed as he stepped forward, descending the ice crystal stairs.
Seeing this, Sirion immediately stepped forward and followed behind Him.
The two walked down the spiral staircase for about ten minutes. The color of the ice crystals under their feet changed from deep and dark at first to dreamlike and translucent, and finally to pure white.
"This place is already deep within the soul; apart from the impressions from the group, etched into the instincts of life, it is difficult for anything else to leave a trace."
"For example, fear of the dark, fear of the deep sea, and a fascination with money..."
As Erdfana described, the surroundings alternated between deep, heavy darkness, as if countless monsters lurked within, ready to devour their prey, and oppressive, suffocating deep-sea scenes...
Cyril looked at Erdfana thoughtfully, sensing that Erdfana's current behavior had exceeded the ranks of "Insightful Ones," with even his mental world changing according to his thoughts.
Seemingly noticing his confusion, Erdfana smiled calmly and said, "This is a world created by dragons, and I am the only real dragon in this world."
"If I simply bring myself to be mentally close to Angelweid, I can take over the world to some extent."
"As it stands, it seems that He has not left any contingency plans in this book world."
"Perhaps He hid everything in Livyd."
Whispering, Xiu and Xiruien had reached the top of the stairs.
The surrounding pure white suddenly changed, countless clouds appeared, and melodious roars occasionally rang out from within the clouds, along with glimpses of a giant dragon flapping its wings.
The clouds and mist in front of us were blown away by the wind, revealing a magnificent palace that looked like it was carved from a single block of marble. It was grand and majestic, full of a sense of desolation, and had an unusual character, somewhat resembling a temple.
Beneath their feet was a floor covered with intricate carvings without a single gap. On either side stood gray-white stone pillars, each hundreds of meters high, carved with strange patterns and adorned with a giant dragon coiled on its surface.
They either curled up in a circle, stood proudly, or flapped their wings and exhaled dragon breath.
"This scene is so familiar..."
"Even now, thousands of years later, I still occasionally see them in my dreams."
Erdfana paused and sighed for a while, his gaze sweeping over the stone pillars and the giant dragons.
Then He turned His head slightly and said in an emotionless tone, "Come with me. I have sensed what Angelweid left here."
"He left behind not only a contingency plan for resurrection, but also the hope of returning to Sequence 0, or even going further, but now it seems unlikely that he will succeed."
"These things are no longer important. The age of dragons is long gone. I'd rather see an old friend."
As he spoke, He quickened his pace.
Seeing this, Sirion had no choice but to quicken his pace.
Then he discovered that the scenery around him was moving backward at an unreasonable speed. What was clearly a normal step was somehow made to look like he was shrinking the distance to an inch.
Soon, they arrived at a vast plaza surrounded by even taller stone pillars than before.
At the edge of the square, Sirien suddenly stopped and cautiously looked around.
He seemed to know where he was—the square where any echo in one's heart would be displayed, the place Klein had named the Hall of Honesty.
Erdfana did not stop because of his sudden pause, and strode straight into the square.
Upon entering the plaza, its figure suddenly swelled and grew taller, transforming into a gray-white dragon covered in indelible black slime, its lizard-like face revealing a distinct sense of age.
He flapped his thick, membranous wings, nimbly took to the air, and landed on the third stone pillar on the left side of the square.
Then it folded its wings, flicked its tail to slap the stone pillar, and perched there, as if that spot was rightfully its place.
Xireen instinctively reached for his drawing paper and pen to record the scene, only to find nothing. He realized with some embarrassment that he hadn't brought any drawing tools with him when he came in.
After shifting his attention, he looked at Erdfana, who was leisurely perched on the stone pillar, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind:
Could it be that each of these stone pillars represents an ancient dragon, a follower of Angorweid?
1、2、3.....一共13根石柱，就算算上安格尔威德自己，那也还有12位从神？
This is far more than the angels under the seven gods...
As his thoughts drifted, he saw blurry figures emerge on the stone pillars surrounding the square.
Most of them appear transparent and illusory, like memories that have become blurred after being washed away by the passage of time.
As he looked around, his spirituality was suddenly stirred, and he saw a giant dragon figure that flew quickly and became clearer.
Unlike most of the gray-white dragons around it, this dragon had a brass-colored body with tightly packed scales that resembled stacked books. A faint light seemed to shimmer between the scales, occasionally outlining the pattern of an eye.
Erdfana's voice suddenly echoed across the square: "Herabergen..."
"This is the first time we've met since the age of dragons ended, and I never expected it to be in Levishted."
As the sound echoed, Cyril saw the square become shrouded in mist, with one enormous dragon after another weaving through the clouds, frolicking and hunting, everything appearing free and unrestrained.
This scene lasted for a few seconds, after which a golden "sun" rose from the ground, its blinding light scorching the dragons' eyes and its intense heat igniting their wings.
One by one, giant dragons fell from the sky with mournful cries, while more dragons flew out of the clouds and launched an attack on the blazing "sun".
The sun cast its rays, transforming into angels with wings of light, who fought alongside the dragons.
Higher up, the "Dragon King," who ruled over all the dragons, appeared and collided with the "sun," unleashing unimaginable light and heat.
At the height of the battle, all the scenes were gently turned over as if a page of a book were being turned.
Then, stacks of books appeared all around, each with a brass-colored eye on it, together forming an illusory tower with no visible top.
The higher you go, the darker it gets, and the more it's filled with an atmosphere of madness, destruction, misfortune, and disaster.
Under such an aura, the shadow beneath Erdfana suddenly stirred, surging upwards like a flood, gradually forming a solitary shadow dragon.
The moment the dragon appeared, it was enveloped by a magnificent pillar of light descending from the sky and collapsed silently.
The next second, the beam of light disintegrated, turning into countless tiny golden specks of light, like dust particles, which drifted in the air, outlining one mysterious symbol after another, and one illusory eye after another.
Under the influence of the mysterious symbols around him, Erdfana gradually exuded an aura of curse filled with "disaster".
The moment this aura appeared, it revealed one weakness after another under the gaze of the illusory eyes.
Click!
Amidst the illusory sound of shattering glass, the curse binding Erdfana instantly disintegrated.
Then the points of light that were floating in the air quickly dissipated, enveloping the entire square, and the illusory tower made up of countless books and eyes also disappeared silently.
At the edge of the plaza, Sirion looked thoughtfully at the bronze-colored dragon that sat atop the tall stone pillar, now transparent and blurred again.
He felt that Gu Long, known for his wisdom, seemed to glance at him before leaving.
"He has left," Erdfana's voice suddenly rang out beside him.
Cyril instinctively turned around and saw Erdfana standing at the edge of the square, having returned to human form.
His figure remained withered, and his aged face revealed a deep weariness, but the black on his originally gray robe had disappeared.
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