Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 217 Illusionary Realm

If Truman becomes the old day, then he is the true "Supreme Dream," the "First Dream," and no less than the "Lord of Mysteries," "God," who can be called the "First Creator."

At that time, thanks to the qualities of the "first dream," it was naturally possible to create a "cosmic reflection."

That would also be a world that truly stands alongside the spirit world and the astral realm.

"Then we probably can't help you much." The other three shook their heads slightly. This involved the power of the ancient level, which they had not yet reached.

"You can enter new worlds anytime, and while you're at it, find some 'bugs' for me."

Truman even considered putting Amon in there, since no one understood "loopholes" better than him.

But in the end, they gave up; Amon was too good at causing trouble...

At the very least, we shouldn't let Him in at the beginning.

"Alright." The three gods all nodded. The gods guarding the borders did not actually have to face the pollution of the outer gods every moment. The divine kingdom alone could plug the cracks in the barrier.

Because they were all in the astral realm, the daily lives of the other three were quite dull, with nothing to share.

when!

This is the sound of metal striking metal. At this moment, it signifies that the couple has officially become husband and wife and is blessed by the "God of Craftsmen".

"May he be happy!" Truman raised his glass towards the church and drank it all in one gulp. The other three also offered their blessings.

This is the first time traveler to truly settle down here.

Besides, even the birth of Sasriel's two "sons" had various reasons.

hum!

Truman and the other three vanished into nothingness and returned to their respective divine kingdoms, while Truman also returned to the Dream Castle.

"Hmm..." Rosell seemed to sense something and looked outside the church.

"What's wrong?" Matilda Abel, the most beautiful woman of the day, looked at Rosell with admiration and joy.

"It's nothing, a friend just left." Roselle shook his head slightly, dealing with the many bigwigs from the empire and the church.

Truman returned to the dream castle and entered the sea of ​​the collective unconscious.

This is a dark and deep sea, where every drop of water is like a ray of light, as if representing a consciousness, an imprint.

He drifted with the waves in this ocean, and after an unknown amount of time, Truman adjusted his state and seized the best opportunity.

"Isolation." Truman held the Book of Dreams and drew a truly existing light screen.

This light curtain stretches across the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness and between the spirit world and the astral realm, completely separating it from the rest of the world.

Truman walked on the dark, deep sea, where all souls rose and fell with the waves. Holding the Book of Dreams, he raised his hand and pointed to the endless heights, whispering, "Let there be light!"

hum!

The entire dark and profound ocean of collective unconsciousness was illuminated by the light born from nothingness at this moment, and all the secrets were revealed at this moment.

At that moment, all conscious life, even the undead, saw infinite light.

Most people only have a momentary perception, while the extraordinary "spectators" who can navigate the ocean of the collective unconscious lose their perception of that ocean in that instant.

The scope of this phenomenon was so vast that it could not be hidden at all. The true gods in the astral plane tried to glimpse that sea through various means, but could only see infinite light.

However, those angels and gods who had personally witnessed the boundless glory of the Creator of the Third Age felt a sense of déjà vu.

This is somewhat similar to the time when the Creator descended!

"What on earth is Dream up to now?!" The gods were all in astonishment.

Beyond the initial barrier, all the stars twinkled at this moment, like eyes opening and looking at Earth.

These powerful gazes also prevented the gods from exploring the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, forcing them to first block the power of the outer gods.

"It has begun." Adam, who was in the Kingdom of Rune, felt this most deeply, for that ocean of collective unconsciousness was originally his territory.

Truman has long been in His hands, having acquired ownership of the ocean of the collective unconscious, and He can now roughly understand Truman's thoughts.

"The ambition was too great, but the timing was too perfect."

Now Earth has a barrier that helps Truman block all the Outer Gods who want to destroy it, and the gods are on his side in this matter.

The key point is that the current Dream is too powerful, enough to suppress all resistance forces within the Earth.

"What fun stuff has the teacher come up with this time?" On the ghost ship deep in the misty sea, Amon sensed something and looked towards the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

"Similar to 'Gensokyo'?" Amon felt a surge of joy as he sensed a power that was remarkably similar to "Gensokyo".

"Is he going to build another divine kingdom?" Amon suddenly felt a little envious.

"'Dream'!" In that vast, white sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, Truman reached out and pulled the unique "Dream" that had been forcibly integrated into his body.

The uniqueness of "Illusion" is also manifested as an illusory yet real ocean.

But unlike the Dream Sea, it is a sea of ​​clouds made up of countless "clouds".

Clouds of various colors—purple, black, gray, and red—each evoke a different feeling.

This is the dream of countless lives.

Each color represents a type of dream; for example, the surging pink clouds represent a beautiful dream of springtime.

The "Dream" path is more specialized in dreams than the "Darkness" and "Audience" paths, making it a true master of dreams.

Now, Truman conceptualizes the uniqueness of this "dream" and integrates it into the sea of ​​the collective unconscious.

The two "oceans" are merging, and all sorts of strange phenomena are appearing throughout the world.

It has dreams that transcend the boundaries between illusion and reality, manifesting in the real world.

An absurd fairytale forest, a ridiculous clown, an angel bringing joy to children, and gold coins bringing satisfaction to the world...

Various extraordinary phenomena manifested in reality, which were like miraculous dreams.

Rumble!

Initially, the barrier trembled slightly. The Outer God seemed to have discerned Dream's thoughts and was attempting to breach the barrier to halt the process.

But all of this was in vain.

As Adam said, the timing was perfect.

The moon had now returned to its bright, round shape. The being that had occupied the moon revealed its true form, watching the Earth from afar, but made no move.

"Fusion." The sea of ​​collective unconsciousness and the uniqueness of "dream" are conceptually merged to become a new world.

This new world is connected to the soul of every life, and is composed of their consciousness and dreams.

This world is just too monotonous, with only the ever-changing sea of ​​subconsciousness and countless dreams floating in the air.

It's not even a "beta version" yet; it's more like a blank slate.

"Let's call the new world 'Illusion World'," Truman conceptualized, integrating this name into the world itself.

(End of this chapter)