In the dream world, even resurrection was only a matter of a thought from the dream master.
Lan Mu experienced the feeling of being a god for the first time. Although it was only a dream, the dream world was very real. Wasn't it also a world?
"If I return to reality, will the dream disappear?"
The hazy figure disappeared instantly. Lan Mu looked around. He was still in the room.
The black man was still lying on the bed, dreaming peacefully.
"Phew …"
Lan Mu flew up, rushed out of the island, and quickly arrived in the sky.
He was about a kilometer away from the black man. His dream world was still there, and the black man was still in the dream.
"Oh? Forcefully pull his consciousness into the dream. As long as I don't want to, he will never be able to escape? "
Lan Mu flew further and sensed that the black man was still sleeping. His consciousness was still wandering in the dream.
"The soul is still there!" Lan Mu tried to connect with the black man's soul and found that in reality, the black man's soul was still in his body. It was just that he had fallen into eternal sleep. His thoughts were so calm that they were almost non-existent. In other words, his brain waves had disappeared.
"So … the dream comes from the consciousness, and not the soul?"
Lan Mu thought of the soulless Shambala people. Did they have dreams?
His body instinctively liked to enter the dream world. Curiosity drove Lan Mu to go back and test it out.
In the dream world, the black man was still wailing. Lan Mu thought for a moment, and with a thought, he expelled him from the dream world.
His consciousness automatically returned to his soul. The black man woke up from the bed and stroked himself. He looked at his broken house with surprise and joy.
"I'm awake! It's a dream! It's a dream! This is great! A dream! "
The black man cried tears of joy. He was afraid that he would never wake up from the dream.
He recalled the black demon he had seen before and his heart trembled. He thought to himself that he must go to the church and pray. That demon was too scary.
The series of nightmares left a huge shadow on the black man. He did not know that he was just a test subject of the dream demon. He should be glad that he was used and could be released.
…
Lan Mu flew high in the sky, looking left and right.
"Eh? Where's the cloud? "
Lan Mu wanted to find the special white cloud in the sky and return to Shambhala, but after searching for a long time, he only found ordinary clouds.
"Ah! Did Yunpiao leave? "
Lan Mu's spiritual power scanned a radius of five kilometers, and at the same time, he was still flying in the air to expand the scanning range.
Ten minutes later, he finally found the cloud. It was raining heavily on the sea. He did not know how a big white cloud could produce so much rain.
The black ink had faded. Perhaps it was because of the water vapor, but Shambhala could no longer be seen on the other side of the circle.
"Thank goodness I found it …"
Lan Mu flew over and hugged the cloud. He had tried it before and found that the magic brush could not leave any marks on other ordinary clouds. Only this cloud could leave a mark on it.
"This seems to be the east coast of Africa, near the equator."
"If the cloud is floating around, I can still enter Shambhala through the Snow Mountain Temple and find the other side."
"Shambhala's cloud will always be there. Don't worry about it running away."
Although that was the case, Lan Mu was still worried.
"After all, this cloud is very special. Although it is floating in the vast sea, CANC has eyes all over the world. What if they find it? Won't I run into someone else's containment base as soon as I come out? "
The cloud's characteristics were not very obvious. Normally, when one saw it floating in the sky, one would not know that it was an anomaly. However, Lan Mu was not afraid of anything.
"No! I have to contain this cloud myself … "
Lan Mu made up his mind. He wanted to contain the cloud somewhere. He already had a good place in mind. It was the Shadow Island.
"Let's deal with Shambhala first."
He held the divine brush in his hand and drew another circle. It was as if he had drawn a portal. Lan Mu flew into it and entered Shambhala.
Shambhala was still dark, and the land was still noisy. After all, this was absolute darkness. Humans would definitely not be able to adapt to it.
"Uh … they've gathered together."
Lan Mu looked around and found that everyone had gathered together. There were more than three thousand people crowded on a grassland.
In the darkness, hearing the voices of the people nearby, of course, they would naturally move closer.
After so long, they had gathered together and touched each other's bodies. It was as if there were people around them.
No one dared to leave the group without permission. It was as if they would be lost in the darkness.
"It's too troublesome to pull them into the dream one by one … Can't I pull them all in at once?"
Lan Mu tried. There were at most two black threads. Any more and he could not pull them in at once.
"Single? F * ck! "
Lan Mu was a little disappointed. He thought that if he could pull a large number of people into the dream, this transformation would be basically invincible.
"Looks like I'll have to work harder and pull them in batches …"
Two threads pierced into the brains of the Shambhala people. They instantly collapsed, and their consciousness entered the dream.
At first, no one noticed it, but as more and more people fell, they soon realized that something was wrong.
"What happened? Oh my god! Are they dead? "
"Who did it?"
The world was dark, and only the sound of people falling to the ground could be heard.
It was as if there was an invisible killer floating in the depths of the darkness.
They did not dare to scatter and escape. They could only crowd together, hoping that it would not be their turn.
Rayleigh and his group were also frightened. The sound of people falling to the ground was getting closer and closer, as if an invisible fear was approaching.
"Is the flashlight not ready yet?" Mr. Charlie shouted.
However, Rayleigh said, "There is no problem with the flashlight at all. It's not a problem with the light … It's just that we can't see …"
"This is darkness that cannot be dispelled!"
"Damn it! What the hell is this? "
Although Fang Moqi was very calm, there was nothing he could do. He could only shout, "Don't panic! Don't panic! "
Plop … Plop …
More and more people fell, and the number of Shambhala people was rapidly decreasing.
Some people had already accepted their fate. "Shambhala is destroyed. We should die too …"
"This is our destiny!"
"Heaven's Fall …"
As soon as he finished shouting, he fell to the ground with a plop, and the people around him also fell to the ground.
Time ticked by, and everyone experienced psychological torture under the invisible hands of the black hand.
After an unknown amount of time, the 3,000 Shambhala people fell, and they were all dead.
"Oh my god! Devil! It must be the devil! "A few people in Rayleigh's team went crazy.
The absolute darkness was already torturous enough, and with the sound of fear, some people with weak willpower collapsed on the spot.
Soon, the crazy explorer also fell to the ground.
Charlie, Rayleigh, and the others all went limp. Fang Moqi was sweating all over. He held a long sword in his hand, but he did not know who to attack.
A sense of powerlessness eroded Fang Moqi. He did not know where the attack came from, and it was impossible to defend against it.
"Uh …"
Fang Moqi suddenly felt his consciousness sink, and suddenly the world changed. It was no longer pure darkness, but a beautiful plain. There were mountains and lakes nearby, and there were lively animals everywhere.
"This is not Shambhala! It looks like … Earth? "
Fang Moqi did not recognize where it was, but he saw the sun hanging high in the sky, the floating clouds, the warm breeze, and the soaring birds. Everything was so real.
This place was fundamentally different from Shambhala, which looked very fake. At least here, he could not see the border. The south of the plain was a forest, the north was a river, the west was a mountain, and the east was a vast ocean.
"What kind of terrain is this? There are no traces of human life. Is it a place I have not been to? "
Fang Moqi thought that he had been to half of Earth, but he had never seen a place like this.
Shambhala had a border, but the sun did not. He knew at a glance that it was not on Earth. However, they were now in an unfamiliar place. A few experienced explorers gathered together, but no one recognized this place. They also found that the Shambhala people were not with them. Only people from Earth were on this plain.
As for the Shambhala people who had entered first, they were now very confused. They had never seen such a vast world with rich resources.
"Oh my god! The animals here can give birth! " A Shambhala person pointed at a group of monkeys in a tree in surprise. They saw a big monkey leading a small monkey, and it was as if they had seen a wonder of the world.
"So we didn't die just now, but came here … Shambhala was destroyed, but this is a more perfect heaven than Shambhala. God did not abandon us!"
Half of his consciousness was paying attention to the dream world. Lan Mu placed all the Shambhala people he had pulled into the dream on an island, and the explorers were placed on the other side of the island.
This island was about the same size as Japan.
The world outside the island was the same, and he had not yet created the more detailed parts. Although he could create it with a single thought, the things he created would not be easy. If he wanted the dream to be comparable to reality, he needed to carefully adjust the details.
At this time, Lan Mu was not thinking about the creation of the world, but the world of Shambhala.
When he removed the darkness, Shambhala lit up again, but he saw corpses all over the ground.
There were more than 3,000 corpses, and only Rayleigh's team, Fang Moqi, and the others were in a vegetative state. The Shambhala people were dead, and there was no sign of life.
"Hiss … They died so easily?"
Lan Mu was a little speechless. He had accidentally wiped out the Shambhala people.
When he pulled people into the dream, he did not think too much about it.
Now that he thought about it, the Shambhala people were too special. They did not have a soul, only a consciousness.
"When their consciousness was pulled into my dream, only a body without a soul was left. Aren't they just corpses?"
Looking at the magic pen, Lan Mu realized that the magic pen only gave the Shambhala a consciousness. They were puppets born from corpses.
"This is good. They will die if they stay in Shambhala. Without the ability to reproduce, they will die sooner or later."
Lan Mu suddenly remembered that the Shambhala people had abandoned their bodies and entered his dream with their consciousness. As long as he wanted, everyone could live forever in the dream!
"Seems good … It's a bit like transcending the shackles of the physical body and ascending to heaven? Tsk tsk … Although the dream world is illusory, to the consciousness, it is also another kind of reality. It's just that everything is within my control. "
Lan Mu flew into the dream and felt that he was the master of the entire dream world. He thought to himself, "Whether their future is hell or heaven, it's all up to me."
Therefore, his will was in the sky above the island, spreading to all the Shambhala people through the clouds.
"Welcome to the Eternal Kingdom …"
"This is my Holy Kingdom, and also my eternal fantasy …"
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