Everyone was having fun.
At first, it was only some members of the Turin Theogony, and later the remaining members of the Turin Theogony also joined.
After all, for the vast majority of practitioners, in addition to the standard answer of "longevity and long-term vision, eternal immortality", what is called practice can also be regarded as a supplementary answer.
I don’t know if I can live forever in this world made of dreams.
But with the power in hand, the feeling of the world being created at will is really refreshing!
Everything they think about can be realized easily, and all the content they set can be reflected in their reality.
This kind of refreshing feeling is so addictive.
Finally, even the 'Dream Breakers' joined in.
They did not have the support of Turin, but they were infused with the mysterious power obtained by tearing apart the dream.
In essence, that is the same thing as the authority and power given by Turin.
The Dreambreakers began to create a large number of unjust gods that distorted, transformed, and destroyed the world.
It is said that these 'unjust gods' are gods, but in fact they are more like a group of evil energy polymers that only know how to go crazy and destroy. All kinds of messy rules and mythological messages are crazy superimposed and kneaded together to form a group of extremely contradictory people. The presence.
These guys may even explode while walking on the road. When the explosion occurs, they will also take away a large wave of other creatures around them.
All races located in the "Central World" of the Turin Dream spontaneously gathered together, and under the hint of the gods of the "Turin Theogony", formed an army to crusade against the unjust god.
A protracted war begins in this dream world.
In reality, time passes bit by bit.
The flow of time in Turin's Dream has returned to a one-to-one ratio with reality, and the occurrence and evolution of everything naturally seems to be something that shouldn't be so urgent.
However, the cool operations of the closed beta players will never be late.
They cannot speed up time, but they can 'give' time.
A brand new race, but they insist on fabricating thousands or even tens of thousands of years of history to compete with each other to see who can brag better.
It is a race that obviously has nothing to do with the God of Injustice, but because of their history and gods, they all told them that they have a blood feud with the God of Injustice, and they sharpen their swords... and rush towards those huge, fearless creatures without fear of death. A twisted, crazy god of injustice.
When this war lasted for three years, there were many fewer monks who continued to pay attention to this battle.
After all, no matter how good-looking a blockbuster is, you will get tired of it after watching it for a long time.
The most disturbing thing is that they can only watch those 'internal beta players' doing whatever they want in Turin Dream. The vast number of monks can only watch and have no chance to practice. How can they still be interested in this?
How can the mentality of watching ***** for the first time and the mentality of watching ***** for the ten thousandth time be the same?
The former was something I thought about over and over again, wishing I could find a fellow fan to discuss it passionately. The latter was so boring that I threw away the toilet paper and forgot about the heroine's appearance and figure in just three minutes.
The heat was dissipating, but Ke Xiaoliang was in no hurry to make any move.
Although Xiaoqing has urged dozens of times.
"It's time to ring the bell!"
"The first ringing of the bell has been delayed for a whole year. Do you know how many more variables and changes we will have to make in our future plans after a one-year delay?" Xiaoqing remained expressionless, but There was a bit of anger in her eyes, and her tone seemed to have a little bit of the coquettishness of a human girl. Of course... if you didn't know her very well, you would just think this was an illusion.
Ke Xiaoliang stretched, rubbed his lower back with his hands, and then did a few old-age fitness exercises, twisting his bones until they clicked.
"I can't help it, these guys are so interesting! I can't help but marvel at their imagination. They are men during the day and women at night. They live in residual thoughts, live with thoughts, and die with thoughts. 'Chi', the star monkey who can sing happy birthday before death... They even want to open a hole in the world and capture a group of time travelers to add more fun to the world... It's a pity. They didn't succeed."
Xiao Qing remained silent, just staring at Ke Xiaoliang motionlessly with her light blue eyes. Her chest, which was large enough to be used as a plank, was also rising and falling obviously at this moment.
"Okay, okay! Ring the bell! Ring the bell!"
"It's time to ring the bell for the first time! If you don't ring the bell, it will be fake. No matter how hard you argue, it will be fake."
"The world is irrational and the logic is not smooth. This is a flaw, but it is also inevitable. If you want to make falsehoods come true, you have to put some distance between them."
"Just like a forged cultural relic and antique, it was a fake in the era when it was forged. A few hundred years later, the fake itself is an antique with special properties. It is fake, but it is not fake. It may even be more valuable than the real thing." Ke Xiaoliang said nonchalantly, and under Xiaoqing's persevering eyes, he took out... an alarm clock that looked like a joyful one.
Then he took a picture with one hand and pressed the button above the head of the joyful alarm clock.
A moment later, that magical children's song began to play.
At the same time, the entire world of Turin Dream also began to tumble and collapse.
Everything is dissipating and collapsing.
No matter what race it is, no matter what kind of existence it is, no matter what setting it is, it is collapsing and being destroyed.
Five hundred live broadcast rooms were all disconnected.
In the closed Turin Dream, these 'internal beta players' who were tied to the world were immediately banned as if they were found cheating.
The outside of the dream continued to collapse, and soon only the core and most concentrated essence of the dream remained.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang stepped in, stopped the alarm, and whistled to soothe the restless Turin.
Amidst the whistle, Ke Xiaoliang waved his hand and made specimens of the 'creations' that most affected the balance and were the most impractical, turned them into fossils and relics, and buried them deep underground or rose into the starry sky.
Subsequently, a large number of fragments of civilization were dismantled and became blurry, long-lasting but seemingly glorious.
Most races, when their dreams are shattered, only a weak fire remains.
Fixed the world.
Ke Xiaoliang comforted Turin, letting him fall asleep continuously, and his active consciousness continued to sink until he entered the bottom of the dream.
Then Ke Xiaoliang withdrew from the world, waiting for everything to recover after the disaster.
The first bell rings, it’s over!
The purpose is also very simple, to use disasters to cover up flaws and use ruins to create the glory of civilization.
Like Atlantis under the sea.
Precisely because there are only ruins left, we can add endless imagination to the ruins, and speculate that on these ruins, there once was an extremely brilliant, even more powerful civilization than today.
People often become unable to deny because they are unsure.
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