Dreams could reflect all the stimuli of a living being. Whether it was mental or physical. This was a special state where a living being's senses were magnified countless times.
Therefore, dreams would often reflect reality. For example, if one's stomach was uncomfortable, one would dream that someone was kicking one's stomach. If one wanted to pee, one would dream of looking for a toilet. This was the stimulation of the body, which would be reflected in dreams.
If there was a big dream stimulation, there would naturally be a small one.
Garon quickly found what was wrong with this level of dream.
He stretched out his finger and tapped lightly in the air.
"Why are there paper scraps flying at such a high altitude?" A piece of white paper floated gently from above and landed on his finger.
He smiled softly. Suddenly, the paper scraps expanded infinitely, instantly turning into endless white and wrapping around him.
The surroundings turned into a boundless white. This was a pure and flawless white space. In front of Garen stood a white swan dressed in a gentleman's attire. It stood upright like a human, wearing a black top hat. It was motionless like a sculpture, and the wind that came out of nowhere kept blowing its white feathers.
Garon frowned slightly.
He had been to this level before. He had been here in the Mech World.
"This should be the second level," he muttered.
The white swan did not move at first, as if it did not see him at all.
Garon walked toward it. He circled around the white swan, which was as motionless as a sculpture.
His purpose in entering the dream was to see if the Confinement Essence could be used. Secondly, he wanted to see if the dream world of this world was different from before.
But now, it seemed that the dream of this world was not much different from the other worlds.
"Gurgle gurgle …"
Suddenly, the sound of wheels rolling came from not far away.
Garon looked back and saw a brown snail shell more than a meter tall slowly rolling toward him.
The snail shell rolled to a stop in front of him, and the sad face of a human man slowly peeked out from the mouth.
"It's been a long time since I've seen a new companion."
The man spoke in the Void Language.
Garon raised an eyebrow.
"You are?"
"I'm the thirteenth Devil General of Indo, Kunto," the man said softly. "Looks like you've also discovered this world."
"What do you mean?" Garon paused for a moment and frowned.
"This is the second level. There will be many space-time and dimensional consciousness gaps. It won't be very quiet. We need a safer place." The snail man said softly.
"Come with me." Garon turned around and looked at the Swan Gentleman behind him. He reached out and took off the Swan Gentleman's hat. Suddenly, his entire body shrank and went under the hat.
The snail man also shrank and quickly entered. The Swan Gentleman grabbed the hat again and put it back on his head. Then, he returned to his original position and remained motionless.
The third layer of the dreamland.
The surroundings were filled with viscous, liquid-like colorful lights.
Garon and the snail man were floating in the middle.
"Alright, there won't be any interference in this place. This is a temporary gap that I created. Speak, since I accidentally entered this place, I'm sure the other existences have discovered this place, right?"
He did not expect to encounter an existence from the Mother Stream System the first time he entered the Dream World. Moreover, it was a General-level existence.
Faintly, he felt a strong sense of conspiracy.
The snail man wriggled and straightened his posture, facing Garon directly.
"Honorable Lord Demon King, you guessed right. We have indeed discovered this world for a long, long time."
"Discovered this place for a long time?" Garon frowned.
"Yes …" The snail man's sorrowful expression became heavier. "Due to the Depletion of Mother Stream, we have been searching everywhere for the reason. Once, by chance, a Lord Demon King came to this world and unexpectedly survived. We discovered that the time here is actually chaotic. "
"What do you mean by 'chaotic'?" Garon felt that something was wrong. He had just received the news of the Depletion of Mother Stream.
"It means that the two Demon Generals that we arranged in succession arrived safely. However, we discovered that there was a difference of seven hundred years between the two Demon Generals!"
"Seven hundred years? You mean, the two who came in together actually arrived at completely different times? "Garon understood this time.
"It's like this. The time we entered this world is not fixed. We don't know if it's our problem or the world's problem. We have no way of knowing. May I ask when you came in? "The snail man looked at Garon earnestly.
"Me?" He himself could not be sure. If the time was not fixed and there were changes, then only God knew when he came here.
"First, tell me about the situation when you came." He did not trust this snail man.
"Understood." The snail man began to slowly narrate the series of situations before he came in.
The more Garon listened, the more stunned he became. He had already expected that the time flow change he encountered when he entered the Black Hole might be abnormal, but he did not expect it to be abnormal to this extent!!
The Mother Stream was about to be completely depleted. All the branches had shrunk rapidly. A large number of Void Creatures and Warlocks had nothing to rely on and could not see the way forward. The True Souls finally appeared and joined forces with the Void Demon Masters to remove the Mother Stream Oath and eliminate the enemy camp. They worked together to find the root cause of the Depletion of Mother Stream.
Garon carefully asked about the situation he knew and the current situation of existence. After corresponding, he suddenly realized that it had been more than two hundred years since he left.
In other words, he spent more than two hundred years in the process of entering this world!
"… The Mother Stream is getting more and more withered. A large number of tyrannical beings are ready to enter this world. But so far, only a few dozen have been able to gain a foothold here. " The snail man said in a low voice, "The Gods of this world have also realized that something is wrong and have begun to screen them."
"Why? Why do they want to enter this world on a large scale? "Garon was puzzled." Could it be that you have discovered something? "
"The source of the Mother Stream is directly connected to this world." The snail man smiled bitterly. "All the True Souls and Void Demon Masters have observed carefully. If our world is positive, then this world is negative. If we are negative, then they are positive. Our two endless dimensions are like the two ends of an hourglass. If one side has more sand, the other side will have less sand. "
"In other words, the root cause of our Mother Stream's drying up is the absorption of this world here?" Garon was shocked.
"The specific time was more than ninety thousand years ago. We don't know what happened in that era that caused the Mother Stream to slowly dry up. By the time we discovered it, more than half of the hourglass had already leaked to this side … We guessed that it might be due to the absorption of this other world. "
Garen suddenly recalled something that was mentioned when he was reading the history books earlier. More than ninety thousand years ago, three Supreme Gods suddenly rose to power in this world. They were the three strongest people who had appeared out of nowhere.
If that was the case …
"The Supreme Void Demon Master once said that this is a battle of life and death. There is no compromise to speak of. We have no other choice." The snail man revealed a sorrowful expression.
"A battle of life and death …" Garon's heart faintly felt a little heavy. This was not like the battle in the past where he could die and immediately transmigrate. This was a true battle of life and death.
"Only when enough of their strong beings die here and are plundered and absorbed by us again, turning into nutrients, can the hourglass be reversed. Only then can the Mother Stream be rejuvenated … "
"No wonder … No wonder those Gods did not hesitate at all. If they attacked directly, they would die. All the souls from the other world were not spared …" Garon recalled the scene when he was almost killed in the beginning.
The Void Creatures and Warlocks actually joined forces … This was something he did not expect at all. But it also truly proved that the entire Mother Stream was now facing a moment of life and death.
"Then why did you come to find me?!" Garon looked at the snail man with a sharp gaze at this moment. In the third layer of the Dream World, one could only rely on the nature of the soul to communicate. There was no concealment, no lies, and no deceit because all existences below the Demon Lord level could only rely on the core subconscious to communicate. And the subconscious would not deceive.
"It seems that you have already gained a foothold here. I hope you can create as many massacres as possible. The more living beings here die in our hands, the more likely we are to save the Mother Stream."
The snail man said in a low voice.
"Also, is it convenient for me to reveal your location?"
"You can still communicate with other existences?" Garon raised his eyebrows.
"Yes … I have given up all my abilities and strength, and only exist in the Dream World. My only function is to be a communication messenger, to pass on messages," the snail man explained.
"How many existences came in the last time, and what were their composition?" Garon muttered and asked in a low voice.
"Fifteen Middle Demon Lords, twenty-one Lower Demon Lords, more than seven thousand Demon Generals, and a large number of unconscious Void Creatures working together. Their levels are at least team level. Their numbers are at least tens of millions. " The snail man replied in a low voice, "But they were scattered and descended to different planes of this world. Although the unconscious Void Creatures are strong, they do not have intelligence and were only let in as a cover. And I know that only two of them survived in the Main Material Plane, and you are the third. The rest are in different planes. "
"What is intercepting us?" Garon's heart skipped a beat when he heard that there were only so few survivors despite such a large number. These were fifteen Middle Demon Lords, which meant that there were fifteen existences on the same level as him.
"It's the Gods … All the Gods!"
Garon was silent. He recalled the few existences that he had seen during the ceremony that were also detected. Perhaps they had also forcefully descended like this.
The Demon Lords had a period of growth period when they regretted descending. Although it was very short, this was the best period of weakness. Once discovered by the Gods, only death awaited them.
Then what about Ann? Garon suddenly thought of Ann. She knew that he was a soul from another world, so why did she still save him?
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