"The Ancestral Dream has no owner. It is a public ancient existence." Mo Dong paused for a while and replied.
"The original ancestor chose these two stars out of five different stars."
Moro Yelifu opened his mouth to add details. This made Modon look at her and then at Bolozir. Silver Dragon had no intention of stopping and continued: "The ancestral dream has no owner, it already exists. It is only activated by our ancestors. In other words, among the five elements, we chose these two mixtures as the direction of the dream. "
The atmosphere became a little awkward. It is caused by information asymmetry and different agendas.
Icha was well aware of this and had no intention of smoothing it out.
Three black dragons sat opposite him, the silver dragon and the green dragon on his right, and Keqil on his left. Although it doesn't look crowded, it's no longer empty either. Except that the table is not round, it can be regarded as a temporary round table meeting.
"Is this really true?" Yi looked at Mo Dong.
The explanation given by Moroje River was originally relayed by him from Borozier.
Although the green dragon had always maintained a cold expression, he had no objection after hearing this - his reaction was not important at all. Since Morojelifu knew that both Icha and Borozier knew, this explanation was naturally directed at Modon. of.
For another explanation - she thought there were many questions waiting for him to explain.
Why are there so many black dragons here who are mentally stable and cherish their words like gold? Why is he wearing the red crown of the earth-centered black dragon on his head? Why are the four sides of the Guihuan Source Pillar turned into three sides, and so on.
"Don't worry, Moroje River. You will know because you will experience this choice."
The anti-bone dragon answered generally and placatingly.
He looked at the silver dragon as gently as possible, and his other avatar, the young dragon, also blinked at her with big black eyes.
After hearing his words, it was Bolozir's turn to look around. Judging from the green dragon's expression, he knew something about reshaping the ancestral dream, but not much. Most of them thought that Moroje River was going to press the restart button on their behalf or something.
"How much more time do we have to waste together?"
The old black dragon became impatient and grunted. He leaned back and looked at the Gui Huan Yuan Pillar. He seemed to see the day and night instructions from there, and replied to himself: "Oh. There is still one hour."
"There is still one hour to restart..." Moroje River and Bolozier were stunned for a moment, and both looked at the closed door that had several big bumps bulging under the impact.
The dragons were silent for a moment. The young black dragon suddenly jumped up and walked to Moro Yelifu, shaking her arm affectionately, as if he wanted to play with her, but then changed his mind and opened his arms to hug her. Moro Yelifu was a little confused and stretched out his hand to touch the little black dragon's head.
Yi Cha observed calmly.
On the other hand, he was thinking of ways to hint to Ke Qil - there were originally a hundred ways to hint, but under the relentless surveillance of the hive consciousness and in his current physical condition, he could not complete it.
Ranwen
He was like a gambler desperate to cheat, a spy outside the system looking for a way to contact his accomplices.
"So, there is no controller in the ancestral dream?" Yi Cha did not let go of the topic and picked it up again when the topic was about to disappear.
"It shouldn't be in our education." Mo Dong said, "That's what I was told."
"It would be more credible if you answered more clearly and concisely." Yi Cha looked in his direction with his chin propped up, trying to consume the least amount of energy. "What if I say that I already know that they are all self-aware? "
There was another muffled sound from the door. After this sound, the table softened a bit. The Light of Confusion is slowly invading. Yicha told everyone not to panic with his effortless smile.
I wish they could understand this body language - this is a kind of worry only a devil would have.
"I don't believe it!" The old black dragon was the first to snort. Apparently the Anti-Bone Dragon's attention was not affected.
"Why do you know?"
Bolozir was also drawn into his thoughts and frowned, "If that's true, it means you have more secrets of our clan than we do." He looked around at the remaining dragons, seeming to seek support. ,"it's out of the question."
"Of course it's impossible. I don't know your secret either."
Icha looked at them with a smile, "But why not make this analogy? Think about it, restarting is a new beginning.
In this reboot, we will create a new ancestral dream with Moroje River as the dream eye. So is this also the case at the beginning of Dream Maker's Cradle? Perhaps at that time, a few of your ancestors sacrificed their lives for righteousness and transformed themselves into the original ancestral dream. And their consciousness still remains. It's not even a residue - it's optimized and completely retained. "
"This is too ridiculous."
The old black dragon answered categorically, "If that's true, why haven't dragons felt this for so long? Everything in the dream cradle, heaven and earth, was filled with the ancestral dream, but we didn't feel anything."
"Maybe... it's because it's been optimized?" Moroje River's face wavered as he thought.
The golden seal on the silver dragon's forehead is still conspicuous, indicating her other identity and allowing her to think in other ways. "The organization of consciousness in a free individual may be completely different from that in a dream. Is it possible that the Triangle of Creation and the Lamp of Confusion are not five stars that have been hanging in the sky, but are originally five stars? The will of a giant dragon ancestor."
Bolozir sat up straight and looked at her with an almost gloomy expression. "So what you mean is that the one chasing us outside and knocking on the door is controlled by the will of one of our ancestors? But why does it want to hurt us? The ancestral dream should protect us and provide us with a fulcrum to disperse the dream..."
"Can your singing still talk to it?"
"No." Borozil got stuck and replied dryly, "It refused to respond to me. We all felt it when it came, and we couldn't get power from it."
"Is that so?" Isaac glanced at them, "The dragon cannot gain power from hostile dreams."
Modon sighed.
"Not originally," he said, "but because of the twisted properties of the Lamp of Confusion, yes."
"Then maybe, this ancestor may have had bad intentions for a long time." Yi Cha said with a smile, "A revenge from the end to the end. It is really magnificent."
"What is revenge?" Moroje River said softly, "We are about to perish. If we really perish, the cradle of dreams will no longer exist. The dream will have no soil, seeds, and no dreams. People, the territory of Dream will not expand any further.”
"Wait a minute," Bolozir called, staring at Icha. "If it is true as you said, the ancestral dream has its own individual will. Then the Creation Triangle has been shattered. If the Lamp of Confusion does not simply want to drive us all away, its goal will only be..."
He and all the black dragons looked at Moro Yelifu.
"Isn't it obvious?" Yi Cha smiled, "It is already chasing behind her."
Bang! ! !
An earth-shaking sound.
