At this time, the others also noticed the abnormality.
Something was wrong!
They looked over and saw Jon's black wings floating in front of Zhusha, the wind wheel fragment in his hand pouring a large amount of the same type of law into Zhusha.
Then, Zhusha burped in her sleep.
Then, something began to awaken.
Something in the deep blue sea seemed to have been summoned and began to fall into the world.
The ancestor of the Zhu family and Zhusha's mother were very nervous, but Grindelwald and Dumbledore secretly stopped them so that Jon could do his best and not worry about the outside world.
Then, everyone saw that a certain wreckage that had disappeared for a long time in the depths of the deep blue sea was actually flowing towards them through the crack created by the previous battle!
It was like a dream.
An illusion of the past.
Only Jon knew that this was the remnant of a small world left behind after Helga had extracted its essence.
Zhusha was the only person in the world who had been there and had a connection to it. And what better way to condense Legendary omens than to rebuild a world from the ruins?
Zhusha had no intention of leaving this world, but she could become a god of this world. The Eastern pantheon had been extinct for many years, and it was time to revive.
Although it was another pantheon that would revive, what did it matter?
Zhusha did not care. The opinions of others were not important.
Amidst the rumbling outside, Zhusha lay in the ruins of the ancient Egyptian pantheon, looking up at the dark sky.
She could see the situation outside and knew what Jon was facing, but she could not wake up. The Legendary omens were still not condensing. Although she was anxious, there was nothing she could do.
The light outside rose and fell. It was clearly an immense power, but at this time, it gathered in one place, it was beautiful.
She looked at this beauty, and at some point, she suddenly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Dreams were always so quiet and long.
Waves swept in from afar, washing over the beach. Zhusha stepped barefoot on the sand, watching the small crab crawl out of the sand pit, crawl over her feet, and dive back into the water.
The familiar smell of seawater came from the air, just like when she first entered the small world.
It was so familiar.
The dark sky had already begun to change. Light filled the air, but this light wasn't that obvious. It just slowly filled up the entire sky.
The azure sky was reflected on the sea.
Zhusha silently sat on the reef, watching the waves in the distance surge up the beach and then down again. The sea breeze blew in from the distance, bringing with it a refreshing scent that caressed the ruined palace and the tattered curtains above.
There was no fighting.
There was no armed struggle.
There was also no ambition or so-called beautiful future.
All of these had already declined, gradually being drowned out by the passage of time.
In the quiet decay, there was only a kind of eternal loneliness and beauty.
After a long time, she suddenly understood.
"So, this is what I want?"
The young girl stroked her own hair. "It's beautiful and peaceful. I didn't even know that I liked peace so much."
"Of course you like these." Jon's phantom appeared on the surface of the sea. "Although you didn't say it, you just want to live a good life. It's just that in this world, it's too difficult to live without responsibility."
"You're here to help me?"
Zhusha didn't seem to recognize who Jon was. She seemed to have forgotten some things.
"Yes, I'm here to help you."
As Jon spoke, he crushed the fragment in his hand into powder and re-sealed the structure, only stripping out the Laws within.
The re-sealed part of the Weave's core was thrown to the ancestor of the Zhu family, while the other part became nourishment for Zhusha.
Zhusha understood.
The rumbling came once more, but this time it came from her heart.
The direction of the wind changed.
"The world is already dead."
She said.
"But I'm still alive."
The rumbling in her heart was like the clashing of thunder and lightning at the birth of the world. Amidst the howling winds, it was like countless despairing souls were wailing, paying tribute to all that had died.
Mourning.
Sorrow.
Zhusha stood between the sea and the sky, as calm as a statue.
She was looking at the world.
The world in her dream was a ruin.
She saw the scene of the fall of the divine system. It was like a movie, playing out in front of her.
The sky was burning, the clouds were red, and so was the sea. It was just that it was dyed red by blood.
Lava flowed through the cracked earth like a raging fire. Gods fell from the sky, and the world wept for them. But the cries continued, because the gods continued to die without a trace.
In the end, even the cries dissipated in the air. Everything was like Zhusha's illusion, as if there was only the silent scene in front of her.
It was like a nightmare that she could empathize with.
"But I know that this is the real world."
But Zhusha couldn't smile at all. It was like watching an extremely heavy movie that made her feel both physically and mentally exhausted. She just wanted to have a good rest.
Was this a dream?
But this dream was so similar to reality, so similar that she couldn't tell the difference.
Or perhaps, she had never been able to tell.
Jon wasn't here either.
So Zhusha couldn't tell whether she was awake or in a dream.
Or perhaps, she was just an illusion, a memory left behind in this place.
"It shouldn't be like this, right? At least, this is not what I want. This is not the world I want. "
But everything felt so real. She could feel the smell of the flames, and the crackling sound of flesh burning echoed in her ears. The smell of smoke irritated her nose and made it hurt.
Every feeling made her feel that this was the real world.
The absurdity of the human world was like a big dream, but the world in this dream made people feel sad and desolate.
No one responded to her, and Jon didn't make a sound either.
It really was like an illusion.
Roars echoed in the sky, and sparks drifted in the wind.
"You shouldn't be so sad. This is my dream, so I should have my own world."
With the sound of something shattering, the sky darkened once more.
A ray of pure white moonlight fell from the sky, and the only star rose into the sky again.
[Moon Goddess, Chang 'e]
The laws were formed from this.
This was the power of China's myths, a legend borrowed from the White Jade Capital. It enveloped Zhusha's body.
She had become beautiful.
Even more beautiful.
She floated into the sky, light and shadow swirling around her, transforming into a round moon. It radiated light in the sky, gently illuminating this devastated world. The flames and lightning dissipated in the light, and a quiet night sky appeared in this world.
"The starlight is here, the wind is gentle, the earth is peaceful, and all living things are auspicious."
The fierce winds were no longer violent, and the sea returned to calm.
The resplendent stars appeared once more at her side, just like the Goddess of the Moon. She used a cool wind to cool the earth, and the magma on the ground turned to stone, no longer boiling. Even the collapsed palace began to repair itself.
It seemed unrealistic, but this wasn't reality to begin with.
Dreams were supposed to be so beautiful.
In that instant, Jon brought the head of the Zhu Clan to Zhusha.
Or perhaps it was better to say that he had brought over the control of the Weave.
He had given Zhusha the right to connect.
No one moved. Everyone knew that today's matter was over, but they still wanted to see the birth of a Legend. They also wanted to see to what extent this new Weave could be used.
Now, they saw it.
The effects of this power.
It was clear that this power was much more powerful than what they had previously understood.
The White Jade Capital in the sky was gradually retracting its power, giving the stage to this new power.
Within the dream, Zhusha's body began to become hazy. In the outside world, her body began to shine with the light of magic. Her figure began to fade as she entered the Weave's magic cycle.
Moonlight began to spread, and the girl's Legend broke free of the shackles of her body. Her body began to distort as she rapidly expanded within the Weave. The Laws of Light began to evolve and multiply here. A disc flew out from between her eyebrows and extended upwards. It was as if she had taken an elevator that led directly to the deep blue sea. It flew upwards at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the deep blue sea.
As the sea reverberated, an echo came from the depths of the deep blue sea. That shadow that had stopped falling began to descend once more.
The deep blue sea released its authority.
The silent ruins in the depths of the sea were completely awakened. The ruins of the small world that had been taken back by the World Will began to be drawn over by Zhusha.
Under the influence of the moonlight, it began to move faster and faster in the depths of the sea, but at the same time, there were some problems. This small world should not have appeared in a world that humans could observe. Now that it had appeared, it was destined to give up some things.
Zhusha began to give up.
All reality was given up, leaving only the deepest will and the simplest structure. Then, under the influence of the moonlight, it began to reform.
Jixia released the authority to enter the barrier, but at the same time, they began to record this change.
Jon tacitly allowed this to happen. If they could record anything, then so be it.
Zhusha did not care about this, because she was weaving a dream.
The moonlight began to turn into threads that condensed into a mirror.
It seemed to reflect everything in the world. The vicissitudes of life, the flow of time, and the illusory scenes replayed the joys and sorrows of humans, the birth, aging, sickness, and death of all living things. The light was here, and the meaning of life was erased. In the end, only Zhusha herself was left sleeping in the mirror.
The Magic Net wildly expanded.
At this moment, Jon began to use his authority, allowing Hogg's power to fuse in and upgrade this place. The Magic Net in the West had been developed for a long time, and countless people were nodes of the Magic Net. At this moment, these people's dreams were taken away by Jon and sent into Zhusha's dream.
The fusion began.
The dreams of those ordinary people, the Wizard's dreams, the dreams of beasts and demons all became Zhusha's material. Zhusha was like an editor, beginning to trim her own dreams.
She also inherited the legacy of the ancient Egyptian gods.
In the cemetery, the candles that had been extinguished by time were lit once more. Even though the tombstones had collapsed into dust and disappeared, this world no longer remembered the existence of these wills.
But Zhusha still chose to let them come back to life.
The stars in the sky shone, and the descendants of the gods who had died a long time ago were once again found from the marks of time.
Some of these existences were humanoid, while others were not.
Their shadows were very illusory, and only their faces could be seen.
Some only had silhouettes left.
But they still existed.
Every time reality was fused into a dream, subtle changes would occur in this graveyard like world. In Zhusha's Legendary Omen, the moonlight silently operated, fusing with the help of the present, allowing the marks of time to be reborn here.
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