It was a golden bubble, like a strange mana helmet, spreading over the silver dragon's fingers. Apart from the exchange of consciousness, Yi Cha did not forget to catch the sound in his ears - something was making a boiling hiss. When he turned his head, he saw that the boiling center of the Guihuan Source Pillar had become a vertically spinning torrent.
The torrent is like a diamond, with many star-like shining dots rotating in it - contrary to the movement in reality, they are accelerating and condensing as they rotate.
When Yi Cha cast his gaze on it, a large cold light condensed and took shape, jumped upwards, bounced gently on the ceiling, and then floated dozens of feet above the pillar.
vertex
There are three more similar light groups next to them, each of which is different.
These are the five choices of the Ancestral Dream. Five embodied representatives. Yi Cha thought. Of the five "stars", the last one should appear at the end of the countdown.
The four stars that have appeared are very easy to distinguish.
The concrete symbol of the Creation Triangle is a shining triangular pyramid; the Singularity of Resentment is the shape of a black and red flame spirit, with fine flames flowing all over its body, constantly making tiny explosions; the shape of the other star is like two intertwined The thorns are stacked together, one constantly turning inward and the other outward, which should be divided into nine sides; the remaining twitching snake shape is naturally the symbol of the lamp of confusion.
"Seven seconds left," Dillule said.
It only took three seconds, but it was enough to finish reading, thinking, and remembering. He also adjusted the angle so that he could overlook Moroje River and the Anti-Bone Dragon from here.
He had just finished preaching, and Moro Yelifu had not had time to make any valuable response; the black dragons were putting their hands on the surface of the Huanyuan Pillar, and both the old dragon and the young dragon were shouting something at the silver dragon, But Mo Dong still stood there, not moving at all; after being stopped by him from interfering, Ke Qier was also clumsily climbing over there, wanting to say something.
There are still seven seconds left in the Dream Reboot of the Cradle of Dreams. These will be seven seconds that will be crowded, robbed, and plundered. Even if all the people present are extraordinary bodies, it is far from enough to carry out too many organized activities.
But Yi Cha felt that it was more than enough and had nothing to do.
The golden bubbles were like a thin film, tightly covering Moroje River's face and squeezing the muscles on her face. But she stopped screaming—her stream of consciousness suddenly became calm and smooth, like a swollen stream being channeled into a pipe.
The silver dragon opened his eyes wide, and pointed at one of the four stars through the strange veil.
The triangular pyramid star, the ancestral dream of creation, the triangle of creation.
As soon as the triangular pyramid was pointed at, it was immediately inspired and flew towards Moroje River's open hands.
"After suffering so much torture, she still chose the ancestor of creation and development..." Ke Qier was deeply moved and stopped, looking at the silver dragon in ecstasy.
"Five seconds." Diliule helped Yicha count the time in his mind and said to himself, "It's just not the critical point."
Then, the black dragons gathered. Mentally and physically.
Fast.
It was as if the long pause before had completely disappeared. All the black dragons spread their wings and started moving like a swarm. The movements were as fast as the fastest interception in high-speed movement, which was completely inconsistent with their body types.
Their impact was divided into two steps, and in less than 0.1 seconds, Yi Cha felt the first step pass him by - thousands of streams of consciousness merged into one, following the perfect path to the Huanyuan Pillar. Rush - rush towards Moro Yelifu's consciousness.
The silver dragon stiffened and fell backwards, creating a triangle that stopped in the air.
The other three stars that were originally hanging securely on the top of the pillar also began to tremble, moving downward in irregular routes.
Moro Yelifu seemed to be temporarily knocked unconscious, her whole body was limp, and a dragon collective composed of countless black dragons caught her.
Modong's head emerged from the head of that terrifying collective - at this moment, his face could only be distinguished by the blood-red crown on his head. The red crown gave off an ominous light, melted like candle tears, and flowed onto Moroje River's face.
Drops of scarlet viscous liquid covered Moroje River's face, causing her to wake up from severe pain.
The silver dragon's whole body trembled like an electric shock, and it made fragmented sounds from its mouth. It grabbed its hands and bent its body backwards at almost a right angle.
"I blinded your eyes. So you can't see, right?" said the voices of hundreds of black dragons stacked together. "You think I won't force you? Of course I will..."
"What are you doing?" Keqier exclaimed, "She has chosen the path of creating the triangle in the interests of the dragon! Isn't this exactly what you want?"
"Perhaps Mo Dong thinks so. But this collective consciousness may not be the same." Yi Cha did not move and said calmly, "Don't forget, the shutdown has begun. Mo Dong's individual self-awareness has also been suspended - he is not an exception. . What controls this hive structure now is the collective consciousness that will not be affected by the shutdown. This consciousness may not necessarily have the same ideas as him...Who do you think he will be?"
"Three seconds," Dillule said.
Ke Qier suddenly raised his head and saw the anti-bone dragon on top of the tall beast.
Mo Dong's face was expressionless and his eyes were closed tightly. He was not awake at all. The black dragon's voice just now was transmitted through the cylinder, and he didn't even open his mouth at all.
Look at the faces of the black dragons surrounding him - each dragon has the same look on its face.
The angel shivered unconsciously.
Moroje River's struggle became more intense. The behemoth composed of black dragons held her firmly down, driving her almost crazy - her stream of consciousness was only filled with intermittent noises.
The Creation Triangle could still be considered to be hovering in place, but now it fell like a kite with its string broken.
The three "stars" of the Lamp of Confusion, the Nine Cut Sides and the Singularity of Resentment are swaying like pins attracted by magnets, swirling while gradually approaching the silver dragon.
The speed is not fast.
"She's waiting!" Ke Qier was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized for the 100 millionth time, he shouted, "She's waiting for the fifth choice to appear!"
"Two seconds." Dilule sighed.
Before he finished speaking, the vertical torrent in the center of the Returning Illusion Source Pillar suddenly accelerated, and the last choice turned into a blind, pitch-black bird, leaped out of it, and rushed toward Moro Yelifu like lightning.
This is Mengyan's own choice.
"Ruoli Nudi! The existence of the extra-dimensional world is not affected by the shutdown... He is the dark shadow of the conspiracy! The collective consciousness of these dragons is Lan Lewin!!!"
Keqier could no longer hold back and rushed towards Moroje River. He opened his hand and sent out a string of slender white whirlwinds from his fingertips, hitting the black bird.
"This is just a symbol." The gathered black dragons said together, "She has made a choice. The Ancestral Dream will continue on the path chosen by the new Dream Eye. The Dream Maker Cradle will start again, and then proceed like this If we go on… maybe we won’t go on.”
"One second," Dilule said.
The blind bird nimbly dodged the white whirlwind and flew into the arms of Moro Yelifu.
The new Mengyan chose Ruolinu. The path of destruction and oblivion.
"Civilization in the Cradle of Dreamers will retreat irrevocably. You lose."
The black dragons began to laugh. laughing out loud. Laughing loudly.
They condensed into a spiraling monster shape. Blue lewin shape.
"Come back quickly."
Yi Cha did not fight back immediately, but instead popped out the connecting cable for Ke Qier to catch.
Then he used all his strength to let his consciousness rise high and circulate in every corner of the Source Pillar.
"Say it again, or did I forget to ask you...who am I?" he asked.
