The strange energy and magic pen had been taken away by Lan Mu. Shambhala would become a land of death in the future, or it would become Lan Mu's personal space.
The people of Shambhala had nowhere to go. Lan Mu had decided to take them in.
Without the Eternal Dream, their consciousness would fall into an eternal void, and they would only be able to think and go crazy in the void.
"Who's talking?"
"Did you hear it too?"
The people of Shambhala looked up at the sky with anticipation and confusion.
However, Lan Mu suddenly stopped talking. His attention shifted to the other side of the island, where the Rayleigh team was.
The explorers were different from the people of Shambhala. They were full of the spirit of exploration. Coming to an unfamiliar world, they naturally would not stay in the same place.
However, in order to restrict their movements, Lan Mu created a large group of monsters and placed them near them. Most of them were based on creatures from the Lost Island, and some were from ancient myths and legends.
Therefore, a large group of dinosaurs, ferocious beasts, and dragons guarded them. There were even creatures like the Flame Demon and the Undead Army. Of course, they were based on themselves.
This end of the island was where Lan Mu experimented with creating supernatural creatures in the dream. Obviously, the Dream World could withstand any unnatural and unscientific existence.
In such a strange world, with the power of humans, it was impossible to cross the territory of these powerful creatures. It did not matter if they accidentally died here. After all, it was the Dream World. Lan Mu could easily revive them.
"Oh my god! What is this? " The Rayleigh team encountered the Undead Army. On the black plain, there was a large group of Skeleton Cows, Skeleton Sheep, Skeleton Horses, and Skeleton Men! Ghouls, Skeleton Dragons, Corrupted Souls …
They had never seen such a scene in their lives. Other than Fang Moqi, the others were scared out of their wits and did not know where they were.
"Where are we? Another world? Hell? "No one dared to go over and hurriedly took a detour.
However, the scare continued. On the other side was a volcano with lava everywhere. A Flame Demon was bathing in the lava, causing hot flames to fly everywhere.
"Oh my god! Run! Run! This continent is too scary! "They turned and ran towards the sea, as if the sea was the safest place.
However, in the sea, they saw a dinosaur drinking water with its head lowered.
Compared to the Flame Demons and Undead, they were not as afraid of the dinosaurs.
"What kind of world is this? Even dinosaurs? "Rayleigh exclaimed as he looked at the prehistoric behemoth.
However, the next moment, the sea suddenly rose, and a Mosasaurus broke through the waves. It bit the dinosaur that was drinking water and directly dragged it into the sea. Blood quickly spread.
"Uh …" Without waiting for Rayleigh and the others to say anything,
A huge flood dragon suddenly rushed out, and the tyrannical Mosasaurus became the prey again. The flood dragon bit off its head and slowly swallowed it into its body.
"We're not going anywhere! The place from the beginning is still the safest! "
Rayleigh and the others were scared out of their wits. Were they going to fight these creatures with the long swords in their hands? That wasn't adventurous spirit, that was foolishness.
…
Lan Mu watched as they ran back to the plains where they first started and bullied the normal creatures there.
Lan Mu's body felt abnormally comfortable. In their collective fear just now, Lan Mu had been nourished.
Lan Mu had thought of this possibility when he instinctively created nightmares when he experimented with the black man before.
However, absorbing the fear of the black man was not as obvious as absorbing the fear of so many people.
Now that Rayleigh's team and the explorers were frightened by many horrible creatures in the dream, and their fear was also absorbed by Lan Mu, he immediately felt that he had grown.
Not only fear, but any fear, horror, and pain could make Lan Mu feel good, as if he was addicted.
"Should I be born to create nightmares?"
Lan Mu was disappointed for a moment. He roughly knew that he had become a nightmare or some sort of incubus.
A fantasy creature that tortured humans in dreams and absorbed negative emotions.
"Well, but the fear of the Shambala people is useless to me?"
Listening to the constant calls of the three thousand Shambala people in the west of the island, Lan Mu's attention returned.
What nourished him now was the pitiful fear of the eastern explorers.
It was not that the Shambala people were not afraid, but Lan Mu could not feel it at all. This group of people did not have souls. Even if they were afraid, it would not benefit Lan Mu.
"Tsk … Since there is no benefit in being afraid of me, then worship me!"
"It just so happens that I need some people to manage the Eternal Dream for me."
Lan Mu found that if he wanted to become stronger, he needed an extremely large amount of fear. There were requirements for both quantity and quality.
The fear of a few explorers was not essential to Lan Mu.
Lan Mu knew that if he turned this place into hell and pulled countless people to experience nightmares, he would definitely become stronger.
This was a clear path to becoming stronger. The negative emotions of humans in the dream were his nourishment.
It was equivalent to the nine-tailed fox absorbing the essence of the Sun-moon people, and the Lich playing with the souls of the dead to strengthen himself.
The key was how to use the Dream World.
"A pure hell is too boring … If there is hell, there is also heaven."
"Then this island is the human world?"
In a moment, outside this island, two continents were born.
They were hell and heaven respectively. Lan Mu had specially set up different laws for them.
There were countless terrifying existences in Hell. Anyone who appeared in Hell would have all the fears and fears they had in their hearts come true.
Unless he left hell or stopped thinking, the things he was afraid of would continue to come knocking on his door in an endless stream.
Lan Mu had given it the environment to create nightmares through imagination. Anyone who died on the Human Island would appear in hell as long as the dark side of their heart was greater than the sunny side.
The more dark a person had, the more terrifying their experience in hell would be. The things that they did not want to encounter would materialize in their own body. It was equivalent to both the torturer and the torturer being themselves.
If a person had little dark side, then their value in hell would be very low. Lan Mu simply set them to enter heaven after death. It was simple, safe, and boring. There were only free gains and eternal life.
Hell was not unbreakable. If one did not experience any horror in three days, it meant that they did not think about those horrible things. This kind of person would be sent back to the Human Island.
Furthermore, if a person could still think of beautiful things while being tortured by nightmares like hell, such a person would not be able to create fear even if he was kept alive. He would be sent directly to heaven until the darkness in his heart grew again and sent back to hell.
So far, Lan Mu had set up the reincarnation mechanism based on everyone's guesses about the world's evil intentions. The standard was purely based on how beneficial it was to him. He only needed to enter the Dream World for a period of time. Every time he entered, he would become stronger.
"Three thousand Shambala people will temporarily live on the Human Island as residents here."
Humans were an existence that Lan Mu could not create perfectly. In theory, he could create billions of humans with a thought, but that would not be realistic enough. He could not set a fixed life for everyone and set a flexible personality.
If this world was a high-end nightmare game, then the so-called human world and heaven were scams that paved the way for hell. This scam had to be as realistic as possible.
Therefore, the existence of humans could not be half-hearted. The Shambala people, who did not have souls, were the best NPCs.
…
The Shambala people were at a loss. They did not know what they should do.
Lan Mu's will appeared in their minds, conveying the existence of heaven and hell in the eternal world to them.
He also gave them two choices: those who believed in him would live forever, those who did not believe in him would go to hell.
Simple! Violent! It could be said that they had no choice.
As expected, these people, who were like rice worms, had lost their home and were brought into a new vast world. Even if Lan Mu did not threaten them with hell, no one would be stupid enough to choose hell. They could only choose to worship a "god" that came out of nowhere.
After setting this group of people to live forever, a large pile of wood, stone, and tools appeared beside the Shambala people.
"Immediately build your country and civilization!"
Lan Mu could build a piece of land with a thought, but he did not do so.
The Shambala people were too lazy. There were many places where they would be needed in the future. Lan Mu had to change their mindset from the beginning.
Civilization had to be built with his own hands, and he had to do it. Why would he need this group of people?
However, it was unrealistic to ask them to start from scratch. Therefore, Lan Mu prepared a large pile of materials and tools for them.
However, Lan Mu overestimated this group of useless people.
"Ah?"
"You want us to build a country?"
"Are you talking about building houses?"
"Should we build a shed to sleep in?"
A day later, Lan Mu was fuming with rage.
This group of Shambala people actually used wood to lay on the ground. Did they think that the ground was their home?
"What if it rains?" Lan Mu thought, and it immediately started raining heavily.
The Shambala people were also ruthless. They added some planks and built a few large sheds to shelter them from the rain.
They had forcibly created a refugee camp!
"Hehe …"
The wind blew, and the rain turned into a storm. The casually built sheds were overturned.
However, the Shambala people also had a countermeasure. They used stones to form a circle and covered it with planks. They built a large prison with everyone squeezed inside.
Lan Mu was completely disappointed. This group of people had become useless. Lan Mu's urging was like squeezing toothpaste out of them. They had no ambition at all. They only wanted to live a basic life.
"It seems that you are used to living a comfortable life …"
"Rumble …"
The storm did not stop. At the same time, a flood appeared in the sky. The secret room that this group of people built with stones was immediately flooded. Everyone drowned in the prison that they had built for themselves.
After death, even Lan Mu was afraid of the terrifying emptiness. This kind of world where one could only think was the most torturous.
After endless thinking, the Shambala people were filled with regret. They were forced to think about what they had done wrong.
Some people thought that Lan Mu had lied to them and did not give them eternal life.
Lan Mu did not care about these people. He let them reflect on their five senses forever. They would be revived when they realized it.
As for those who had realized it, they were pulled back by Lan Mu. They woke up on the plains that had been ravaged by the flood.
Those who had not experienced the emptiness would never be able to imagine how unbearable it was.
After being reborn, they were only left with reverence and joy. They did not dare to slack off.
The training was effective. The reborn Shambala people immediately imitated Shambala's towns and cities. They did not dare to complain at all. However, there were too few people, and the efficiency was too slow.
"There are too few people here. We need more residents to fill up the ranks."
"Not only that, we also need residents of different races …"
Lan Mu instantly disappeared and left the dream.
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