"Don't worry about the inner and outer things for now. Do you remember the location of the fulcrum?" The dragon's voice formed a dense sound cloud, and the devil's gaze swept across the light stream.
The angel grabbed one of his curly hair and straightened it, "Remember, but..."
"The shutdown is going to be over soon and the germination will start from the center over there."
To check the direction, point to the middle of the Huanyuan Pillar. The empty space was disturbed. Through the refraction of the background, it could be seen that the air was rolling like some kind of boiling liquid, as if an invisible storm was brewing.
"The Sword Comes"
"I know...but..."
"Don't be but, prepare to hurry up!"
When the matter is urgent, follow the authority, and add a little "command" element into it. Then he glanced around again as quickly as possible, imprinting all the situations in his eyes. He opened all three fields of vision to maximum accuracy, making sure to see every stack, obstruction, and obstruction.
"Duke Zhante, this behavior is not very wise."
Suddenly, Dilule's soul made a slight sound. But Yi Cha was not too surprised. When he awakened the soul of the fallen angel cult member from his slumber and used it to fill it, he was ready to coexist with it for a period of time.
What really made him feel a little interesting was that this demon with a dirty face and low power actually had the confidence to communicate with him like this. As expected, the members of the Order of the Fallen Angels are all a bit atypical.
"It's because I can share your perception."
As soon as the idea of cha came to mind, Diliule explained fluently and said:
"Stop using classification. Please. Although you have used me to plug this loophole now, my soul is too thin and my role is very limited. For the sake of your complete consciousness - if you care a little bit, still There’s my wholeness—stop using categories.”
If the fragile fallen angel believer's soul had any foreknowledge, before Yi Cha could react, he quickly let out a light and somewhat helpless laugh.
"Of course, you won't listen. I can share your perception...so I just came to say hello."
What nonsense. Yi Cha thought.
But for the extremely risky graft relationship between him and Diliule, nonsense is already a good rejection. Bullshit doesn't affect him.
The shutdown is coming from the other side of the plane. He must concentrate, estimate, feel.
And imagination.
Icha imagined what Duma saw in his eyes.
Duke Shadow Demon should still be guarding the rift leading to the end of the road at this time, or perhaps already finishing the process, suspended in mid-air with an indifferent look on his face. The dream caused the cradle to restart at his feet, happening at an unreachable but clearly visible distance, just like a special show.
Duma should have been able to see this tornado in reverse.
The shutdown started from the other side, spreading like a sharp freeze. Wherever it went, everything that belonged to the dragon and the dragon belonged to it was frozen. After the giants and djinn left, there were not many things left.
The dream makes the cradle plane appear like a ghost, dying gradually starting from the big toe.
The final destination of this death is to return to the Huanyuan Pillar.
To view every energy flow, regular line, and material movement classified by target points.
Until he felt the shutdown was close enough to the hall.
"It's close enough." Dilule said - this guy should have read it from common perception. This feeling is not annoying, but rather like an intensified self-reminder.
Yi Cha took a deep breath and retracted all the "connections" on the door.
The remaining sealing spell was overwhelmed - when it was restarted, the energy in the entire hall was also charged into the rune array and dispersed throughout the space.
The blockade was unsustainable, and several stacked spells exploded almost at the same time. The heavy door of the hall opened with a loud noise, and dozens of black dragons blocking the door were thrown back.
"I don't know what you want to do. I believe my kind reminder: you will definitely be too late. Once the restart is started, it cannot be reversed."
Modong's voice sounded before this - his own voice. The chants of the black dragons in the three sinking magic circles were still strong, centered on Bolozier's singing, without any intention of wavering.
Yi Cha didn't want to answer, and there was no time to give him an answer.
The next second, the lights of confusion rushed in like an overwhelming force, and all perceptions were immediately mixed into a mess.
More than four hundred different red solids shot out before his eyes—some were sweet, some made frog noises, and some made his elbows tingle.
Hearing, vision, smell, all perceptions are irregularly kneaded and then scattered.
In order to clearly remember the location of the fulcrum of reality, he ignored all the feelings in his body and moved forward with all his strength.
The tactile sensation was unable to give feedback at this time. He relied on his memory to reach the correct outside of the source pillar of the return phantom, made a seamless posture, placed his palm on the side of the source pillar in his impression, and used "Connect" again.
This time the "connection" is not in the shape of a line, but in the form of an electric current - after he became more proficient in using it, his understanding of "connection" became more essential. This change is more like "connectedness". "Connection" will start from the place he touches, connecting all things that are in contact with matter or primary energy.
"This is the first official application. Will it be successful?" Diliule said slowly.
"Doubt is the mother of proof." Dilule added, "It can be proven."
It is indeed proven.
Before he finished speaking, the influence of the dream disappeared before his eyes.
No matter how grand and terrifying the dream of the Lamp of Confusion is, it is still a dream after all.
Yi Cha saw everything in reality again. Everything was correct, he was holding one side of the Gui Huanyuan Pillar with one hand - the silver side, with Moro Yelifu and the young dragon in front of him.
"It was so dangerous. I almost didn't remember it."
A familiar sacred voice came from the side, and it was naturally Ke Qier. He followed the advice early and rushed towards the center of the silver wall and the pure black wall before the lamp of confusion struck. Now he is hugging the source pillar tightly.
It is also through returning to the Illusion Source Pillar and "connecting" that their perception ability is consistent with the fulcrum of reality, thus getting rid of the influence of dreams.
Take a look at the underground hall.
In reality, the door has been opened, and all the black dragons that have just been lifted away are neatly huddled aside. The black dragons arranged in the triangular formation in the sinking array are still upright and have not moved at all. Modon, Borozier, and Moroje River are still in their original places. All dragon statues are as silent as death.
There was a rustling sound, and Ke Qier climbed up awkwardly along the edge of the pillar and looked inside, "Uh... the shutdown is over. Next is germination... It will happen in less than a minute. start."
"As long as you remain connected to the fulcrum of reality, you will not be affected by the dreams inside." Yicha raised his head and reminded, "It will be the same for a while, don't leave the pillar."
"Um. Yes. Uh. No."
Ke Qier nodded, then shook his head hurriedly, "That's not what I said." He pointed to Moro Yelifu, "It has stopped. The dream eye has also stopped. When the germination starts, she will be digested..."
"She didn't stop."
Yi Cha turned around and a thin line popped out and landed on Moro Yelifu's head. The silver dragon's eyelashes trembled slightly, then blinked and looked at them.
