"Qiang!" A clear sound like a bell made Lin Ru wake up from her sleep and opened her eyes.
He first made sure that he was not in Lost Land, at least not in his own home. Judging from the feeling, it felt like I was in my own dream tower world, but the scene in front of me was different from before.
In the original dream tower world, except for the lonely five-story magic tower, there was only the bright starry sky, covering up, down, left, right, and in all directions. It's so bright that ordinary people might get tired of it if they take one more look at it. Just a certain astronomy fanatic, who has been looking at the sky since he was a child, dreaming of connecting the stars in the sky like the ancient Greeks, and composing some touching and enjoyable middle school stories.
But now the starry sky is like a big dye vat that has been broken. There are all kinds of colors, and even the monotonous starlight has been dyed colorful. But it's not colorful, it looks terrible. It's like taking art class in elementary school and ending up washing the palette with the water turning the color of shit.
The magic tower in it is operating with difficulty. In the past, all nightmares or demons who accidentally entered this world would die tragically from the white destructive light emitted by this seemingly boundless starlight. Then the remains will be turned into the most basic bricks and wood, and filled into the gaps of this magic tower, or into new equipment. Maybe most of it was wasted, but it was picked up for free anyway, so I don’t feel bad.
But this time the situation is different from the last time when someone advanced in the world tree Wadwo, someone who was impacted by the dimensional energy tide played three-dimensional Tetris in a dream. Although it came quickly and urgently that time, this time it poured into this world in one breath and completely overwhelmed the place.
Just like water is a good thing, as long as it stays in rivers, streams, water pipes, swimming pools, and drinking fountains. But if there is so much water that it overflows the embankment and floods a building or two in one breath, the water becomes a disaster.
Even though the Dream Magic Tower is still trying hard to find a thread from this mess, pull out the messy energy and turn it into the base material for building the tower. But that speed was like a flood that submerged the entire city. It was completely useless to rely on a small household water pump to pump the water into the river that was already higher than the embankment.
But someone knew very well that the key to waking up in this world was not this magic tower that was running like crazy, but the multi-layered magic array in the sky. That is the most core formation of World Tree, which can transform all kinds of supernatural energy into nutrients that maintain its own survival and growth. The huge area far exceeds the size of the Dream Tower.
You will recognize this magic circle because when you were assisting the World Tree Wadwo and Lahti of the Pyat Jaime Kingdom, you got a glimpse of their secrets that were never revealed to the outside world. It is estimated that those two trees did not know the most secret parts of themselves, and they were exposed to someone's eyes.
At least, Lin had never learned similar knowledge from other books, magicians, or archdruids. That's not something that the World Tree directly opens up for people to see. So someone has always had the pleasure of succeeding in voyeurism.
But the magic circle in front of me was far more complex than the two I had seen. If it weren't for the fact that the basic structure was very similar, someone wouldn't be sure whether it was that thing. In other words, there was the younger Wadwo, the stunted Lahti, and the higher-ranking Ikaruga Alliance high seat came to help him? And it also suppressed nearly one-third of the chaotic energy in one breath.
Suddenly there was another chime sound, no less loud than the one that woke me up, echoing melodiously in this seemingly endless space.
Another multi-layered magic array that was no less than the existing one in the sky occupied another part of the night, and at the same time suppressed one-third of the chaotic energy.
The two magic circles are equal in size, but they seem to be in harmony with each other, and they cooperate perfectly.
Starting from these two magic arrays, the sound of gold and iron continued to sound, either sharp or low, loud or soft. The multi-layered magic arrays that followed appeared in various sizes and forms. In the end, there were twenty-one magic arrays in total. Not only did they suppress all the disordered energy, they even began to transform and clean up the world.
The way of cleaning is also very special, it is not to add bricks and tiles to the lonely magic tower. Instead, the colorful energy, which looks like shit and smelly ditch, is reeled into silk threads. Different sizes of multi-layered magic arrays can produce different amounts of silk threads. Basically, the larger the magic array, the more silk threads can be produced at the same time.
Eight kinds of silk threads with distinct colors are concentrated in the same place, divided into warp and weft, some are shuttled, and some are jacquard. It is as if there is an invisible jacquard machine in operation, weaving a cloth that implies a certain law.
The weaving speed is very fast, and the woven cloth will be turned up left and right, rolled into a tube shape, and circled underneath to form a sphere. Coil it in circles, and after a ball is rolled out, go down one layer. Such layer-by-layer coating makes the ball bigger and bigger. After a while, the dream world became much clearer, and the messy shit-colored energy became thinner.
I thought things would end like this, but I didn't expect that the chaos that was about to be wiped out suddenly surged and filled every visible place. It's even a bit richer than what someone sees when they wake up.
The twenty-one multi-layered magic array is still running, but it can be clearly seen that the number of threads produced has decreased a lot. There are also a few smaller ones that simply don’t produce silk threads. The magic circle that originally operated in large circles and small circles even had a tendency to bring bad luck.
The five-story magic tower, which had been weak and difficult before, also joined the ranks of suppression and silk reeling to level the crisis. Although it was not as aggressive as it was at the beginning, trying to swallow up all the chaotic energy in one go, it was still proceeding in an orderly manner.
Even several magic circles that had been forced to stop have returned to normal operation. There is less silk thread coming out, but it runs very smoothly, and there is no feeling of sluggishness or ambiguity.
If you look carefully, you will also find an anomaly. It is this five-story magic tower in the dream that not only swallows the chaotic energy and reels it into silk threads, but even the foundation of the tower body gradually fades away and dissipates, turns into part of the silk threads, and is finally woven into a ball.
"What are you thinking about?" Feizhai's incarnation appeared behind someone and asked.
Lin glanced back, and the slim second-year incarnation wearing a middle school uniform was standing on the other side. "I'm thinking about how likely it is that this is what I guessed."
The three of me looked up together. Although there are eight colors of silk threads, no one can tell what kind of patterns the invisible jacquard machine weaves, or in what order the jacquards are woven. Only the finished cloth is being woven and then coiled into the ball that someone guessed was the 'godhead'.
If you stare at the ball, it seems to be condensing a unique set of arrangements and combinations from countless possibilities, and it will be repeated continuously. Yi Rulin examined the power of the God of Disease that cursed him in the first place, and secretly recorded the power of the three gods of mystery, destiny, and guardianship due to fate.
"But the question is, what concept should we use to condense the godhead?"
The three of us looked at each other.
"Gossip!" Fei Zhai's incarnation clenched his fists and shouted, with a decisive attitude.
"But why is it that the gossip you are talking about and the gossip I am thinking about are most likely not the same gossip." Lin in the original version said suspiciously.
The avatar of Fat Man smiled and did not respond to such a question. And all three of me had the same idea. The God of Gossip can expand the concept: voyeurism, stalking, eavesdropping, far-fetched ideas, adding jealousy, and then getting a bunch of paparazzi to act as heroes.
In this way, you can guarantee that you will become the most hated being in the six realms and three realms. It is the kind of being that will be beaten to death every time you see it. I guess street rats are still quite popular.
The original Lin Yi trembled and said tremblingly: "If you want to die, just commit suicide. Why bother looking for all kinds of fancy ways to die?"
"Then what kind of divine power do you want to condense?" Fei Zhai asked. But it was the second incarnation who answered, saying: "Maybe before thinking about that kind of thing again, let's consider one question first."
The three of them are themselves, so everyone knows this issue well, but they just haven't said it out loud. That is: Is it necessary to condense the divine personality?
Before today, I had never made similar preparations. It can be said that the scene in front of me is the result of being chased away from the shelves. In particular, what kind of concept can represent oneself is a question that has never been thought of. And it is obvious that we have to think about it now and there is no time to think about it.
In this situation, if you just find a direction and jump off, can you change it in the future? After establishing the godhood with the first concept, is there still room for improvement in the future?
Because I am not prepared, and I don’t even have the so-called belief. How much power can a concept that you don't even believe in, or don't believe in, be able to gather in your own hands.
The 'scientific' path to becoming a god seems very attractive. But do you dare to say that you are the first person in the scientific community? Calling himself this way in the Lost Land, he is just a general among short men. In fact, when I returned to the environment on Earth, in front of that group of truly top-notch people, I was nothing. Since you don’t have the confidence to stand out from the crowd, how can you reach the top with this concept?
It is conceivable that even if I have condensed the divine power now, it will only be the lowest and weakest divine power.
Of course, Lin had also studied the actual gods after coming to the Lost Land. The most important thing is to understand the public history of the gods and understand who can and cannot be offended. However, the conclusion is related to 'God'. It is best not to offend if you can.
But the division between weak divine power, medium divine power, and strong divine power is like an unbridgeable gap. No god can climb up from weak to powerful. It is also possible that the history of the Midi New God system is not long, so there are no such examples.
And more importantly, should I be bound by such a power? There is nothing wrong with the godhead representing a concept. It is the ultimate in this conceptual system, but it is also not a cage, restricting the existence that stays in this position.
The three of them looked at each other and came to a conclusion: "I would rather be the head of a chicken than the queen of a cow!"
