Chapter 1315: The Dream of the Flower God and the Red King, the Dreamland of Gold, the Return of Pow

curse?

The curse of a weak great town spirit who had lost his power. Even if the town spirit had the legendary power of language, it was not an effective attack against the original existence.

However, after devouring the Eternal Oasis, the original baby felt a sense of peace and happiness.

The feast belongs to the goddess of flowers.

As wisdom is to the king of trees, the power of feasting belongs to the flower god who symbolizes the silver moon in this ancient book.

Moonlight, flowers, language, compassion and joy are all her powers.

In the past, she was the protector of mad monks and lost travelers contaminated by forbidden knowledge.

Eternal Oasis is their paradise.

It houses the eternal buds, the throne of flowers, the realm and spirit of the flower god.

He slept more soundly.

He dreamed of palaces and gardens made of ruby, with thousands of flowers in bloom and countless birds singing.

In the garden, the graceful spirits are the spiritual servants of the mistress of flowers, her musicians and wine pourers.

The mad monks and the impoverished travelers danced to the daffodil of Sage and drank the blood of the daughter of the vine...

The hostess of the flowers is drinking.

"The Nameless One", "The Distant Feasterer", "Lord of the Deep Sky and Sea of ​​Stars"... The original baby found several divine names among his own countless names, and these divine names belonged to the traveler in yellow.

He gently took away the powers of feast, flowers, moonlight, language, etc. that remained in the spirit of the Mistress of Flowers.

Sitting in the middle of a garden that is unique in the world.

Listening to tunes that you have never heard before and looking at flowers that you have never seen before.

This was the residence of the goddess of flowers during her lifetime, and also the mausoleum where she rests after her death.

"The rose blooms like fire, setting the nightingale's life on fire. The candle smiles brightly, but brings disaster to the moth."

A beautiful, melodious, other-than-human sound came from the goddess of flowers.

Yuanchu raised his head.

Seeing the flowers, the hostess put down her wine glass, stretched out her hand, her skin as transparent as moonlight.

Her face is indescribably beautiful.

It seems that every wonderful spirit is her petal and every fragrance comes from her.

He met her gaze—

"Ha!" He laughed.

Then, turned around and left.

Because in that gaze, there was nothing but the boundless void that caused life to fall continuously and brought fear.

This spirit is nothing but an empty shell without consciousness.

The mistress of the flowers watched the nameless man leave.

The monks and travelers continued to dance to the music of the town spirit.

"The stars rise above the wasteland, and the nightingale is tired of the endless days. It is time to take off the crown of roses, wash away the dust of the world, and drink the wine of grapes."

"Sleep, sleep, the eternal oasis will welcome the lonely wanderer, here flows the clear Liquan, here the memories are forever sweet..."

The ethereal singing voice echoes in this "eternal oasis" in the dream.

Pitch-black roots, vines, tentacles, hands and feet… reappeared from the air, covering the entire gradually collapsing dream.

Dreams are born and die in an instant, including all life in the dream.

The bottom of Mount Dama.

The dark shadow swallowed up the "Feligis" town spirit, the "Semi-Eternal Governing Matrix", and all the constructs on the crystal cup, and then went deeper into the ground.

The gift from the sky, the crystal nails of the same origin as those in the body, were being gnawed by thousands of mouths opened in the shadows, making a squeaking sound.

The shadow assimilates and accommodates everything, and the crystal nails reconstruct the surrounding rules and matter.

It looks like it will take a long time to chew.

The newly born "Him" did not have strong teeth yet, so he could only use the crystal nail as a teething stick.

"Your Majesty, the Lord of the World, the King of the Four Corners of the Earth, the Controller of Mortals and Town Spirits."

The original baby has countless dreams, and in each dream there are three thousand worlds.

In a world dotted with yellow sand and oases, a respectful voice was heard.

He looked intently.

Oh! This is the sorrow and memory that the desert god king holds in the crystal cup, protecting the tomb of the flower god.

The flattering man in front of him is the King of Sheep among the Seven Wise Monks under the Red King of the Desert, the Master of All Masters.

The memory didn't seem quite real.

It is full of mortals' imaginations about absurd emperors and treacherous ministers.

But this is just a dream, so it doesn’t matter. After all, in my memory, I still remember the veins flowing from this land.

It is not surprising that the dream is a mixture of the paranoid impressions of the God-King held by later scholars and mortals.

"I beg you to forgive me for my presumption, but Your Majesty should know that dwelling on old dreams and being drunk on sad thoughts is not a long-term solution. The power and wisdom on earth are boundless, enough for Your Majesty to build a palace that surpasses the nine heavens and usher in a worry-free future for your people."

The flower god is dead at this moment.

The God King sat in the huge palace surrounded by seven layers of giant jewel walls, gazing at the "Garden of a Thousand Pillars" in the distance. The rich and powerful, dignitaries and priests who were dominated by thousands of giant pillars could pass through freely. The arrogant and luxurious "Sapphire City" had now lost one of its masters.

The original consciousness came to the God-King with interest and listened to his advice.

Speaking of which, it seems that he has also built a palace that will surely surpass the Nine Heavens.

Ok?

His dream was to connect to the "Bai Yujing", but he found an obstacle coming from his own thoughts.

"No." The God King next to him frowned in response to his subject, interrupting the original consciousness's thinking.

The King of Sheep stepped back and said no more.

But the king of the ibis, the secretary of all secretaries, stepped forward to give advice.

"Your Majesty, the Son of the Sky, the Conqueror of the Demons, the Leader of the Sages."

"Thousands of years ago, the punishment from heaven caused the wisdom and history to be scattered. For a better future, the king should master the past. The current Oasis Kingdom contains the wisdom of 'today', but if you want to take 'the past' back, you must act quickly."

The original consciousness looked at the sage along with the God King.

"The past?" the original consciousness murmured to itself.

He recalled his memories, looked at his past, and held the laws of time in his hands.

Countless people flashed before my eyes.

Some figures are particularly vivid in my memory.

But in His eyes, He is no different from all other living beings.

These figures were quickly submerged in the images of all things and became an insignificant part.

"No." Two voices seemed to come from my ears.

One came from the God King slamming his staff to the ground, rejecting the advice of the Ibis King.

One comes from...the bottom of one’s own heart.

It seems like...it’s...unforgettable?

The original consciousness has a dim gaze.

Is it an obsession with the past?

The God King is the lost descendant of the sky, and he knows well the power and ruthlessness of the master of the nine layers of paradise in the sky.

Touching the taboo will only lead to a new round of punishment.

He lowered his noble head and let out a helpless sigh.

How could he let down the countless people from the three tribes who believed in him, and the town spirit who had lost its mistress?

The original consciousness can feel the sad thoughts in this memory.

This city...seems to be marked as the Eye of Sand in the future.

Located south of the Chirping Sands and the Corridor of the Dead.

The moment he thought of this, he felt the real world, and there was a silent, powerful power and dream in the distance.

"Your Majesty, the Lord of Dunes and Oases, the Guide of the Living and the Dead, the Manipulator of the Elements."

"This is the last chance to bring back lost lives, opportunities and dreams. The more power, the more emptiness; the more wisdom, the more sorrow. Compared with the emptiness of delusion, only the resurrection and immortality can make up for the endless regret."

This voice came from the King of Crocodiles, the Commander of Commanders.

The primordial consciousness embraces and exclaims.

Rejoice in his answer.

Agree with his advice that transcends life and death.

This is the true meaning of the great way of "life" trampling on life and death, and trampling on destruction.

He couldn't help but want to answer on behalf of the God-King.

"That's enough." After being silent for a long time, the God-King gave an answer that satisfied even the Original Consciousness.

So, both sides stepped down from the throne together and engaged in undisguised fantasies.

Cast your gaze upon the wisdom that lies at the depths of sin, and listen to its whispers as sweet as honey.

Forbidden knowledge began to flow in this dream.

Over hundreds and hundreds of years, a huge maze was built underground.

The original consciousness seeks dark secrets with the God-King in dreams and in the depths of the labyrinth, and obtains the elixir that can abandon the mortal body.

Although He is no longer an ordinary body, He knows very well that He is still very far away from the darkness and the rules of the entire universe. He has only taken a few steps on it.

Learning is the wisdom of life.

It is the ladder for life to evolve and inherit excellent instincts, intelligence, body and strength.

The God King has one eye on the past and the other on the dreamland to be created.

The sorrow could not be dispelled, and not even the crying of nightingales and the fragrance of roses could awaken him from his lost dream.

His decision has become an unfortunate yoke on the people of this desert country.

He entrusted the kingdom and arranged the future.

Under the guidance of the town spirit "Lilupar", the city-state of the mortal prince was built around the "Eternal Oasis", but he did not know at this moment what kind of destruction the town spirit's elusive crazy love and hatred would bring to the country.

There is only unparalleled rage and unappeasable regret in the future.

The primordial consciousness looked at this king of warriors, gardeners, and wise men, the king who controlled the howling winds in the desert, the sand dunes plated with bright silver by the moonlight, and the one thousand and one kinds of spirits hidden in night dreams and owl calls.

The close friends who once walked hand in hand, one became a song in a dream, one left and built an unprecedented oasis on the other side of the desert, never to be seen again.

The mirage in the desert turned into the palace of the God-King.

"In the golden dream, no one has to drink a drop of bitter water. No one should have sadness and separation carve fine marks on his face." The God-King talked to himself, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was talking to the heaven and earth, and as if he was talking to the original consciousness that appeared in his memory next to him.

The original consciousness looked at the classics of the tribe.

At this moment, the desert tribes still have many wise men and a glory that has never been seen in later generations.

So this is the realm of wisdom and authority.

The Red King does have the power of wisdom, and is as wise as the Flower God.

Of course, the highest wisdom belongs to the distant tree king.

In the real world, in the Eye of Sand, in the floating palace covered by the mirage, and on the throne of the Red King, the dormant power seems to be awakening.

The original consciousness frowned.

Once again, gaze upon the most powerful God-King in this legendary desert oasis.

The surrounding scenes changed endlessly, and people's praises came from afar.

"The King will use his wisdom to restore the golden past, and use his boundless divine power to stop the flowing sands of time."

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"Sleep, sleep, the golden dreamland is calling the wandering sand, here there is no need to drink the bitter salt water, here there will be no more worries for tomorrow."