Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 223 Illusionary Realm Open Beta

Criste woke up from her sleep and saw the sunlight streaming in through the window.

This warm ray of dawn made her realize that she had returned to the real world and was back in her room.

She was in a daze, still not fully recovered from that dreamlike journey through a fairyland.

Later in the dream, she saw other fairylands hanging above the dream, such as fairytale towns and the Garden of Eden.

The reason she was able to roam freely in the dreamlike sea of ​​clouds and even visit so many fairylands was entirely because her little cake, filled with love and regret, was precious enough.

Even if she had another chance to enter the dream world, she might not be able to produce such precious and beautiful things again.

"I want to go in again!" Krist closed her eyes tightly, wanting to fall asleep and re-enter that dreamlike world.

But perhaps because she was trying too hard, she became more and more excited and couldn't sleep at all.

"Sigh." Krist suddenly felt an urge to record everything she had seen and heard last night!

This young woman was inspired to record her one-night stand in a captivating way, and then share it with her family and friends.

Perhaps because of the noblewoman's excellent writing skills and the bizarre nature of her dream adventures, she rose to fame among the upper nobility of Rune and even attracted the attention of a bishop from the Church of the Night.

This was a female bishop in her thirties, with a kind face and gentle eyes. Crist felt a special connection with her the moment she saw her.

"Lucky traveler from the illusion, may you tell me your story?" The bishop listened attentively, showing Christie ample respect.

"Of course." Krist was happy to share her experiences with others.

"It was a dream world..."

The Night Bishop listened attentively to the girl's story, praised her imagination, and then took his leave.

"This young lady has indeed entered that dream world," the Night Bishop said to the night watchmen who remained behind as he returned to the church.

"Should we continue monitoring?" the night watchman asked seriously.

Recently, dozens of Dreamworld roaming incidents have occurred within the Backlund region alone, causing considerable trouble.

Of course, this extremely unusual event also attracted the attention and investigation of the church.

The results of these investigations all point to that world that seems to exist only in fantasy.

"No need," the bishop slowly shook his head, paused for a moment, "If possible, bring her into our church."

"I've met several ladies and gentlemen who claimed to have entered that world. They were all under eighteen, young and energetic, with quick minds, and perhaps possessed some kind of special talent..."

The night watchman nodded thoughtfully.

"Has the Dream Cult responded?" the bishop suddenly asked.

"No," the Night Watchman replied, "This... is very rare. The Dream Cult seems to be shrinking as a whole, and some people in our cult are quite puzzled by it."

The Church of the Night is the best church to the Dream Cult, since most of the Church of the Night's systems originated from the first Pope, the Dream Angel.

When the Dream Cult was first established, it was based on the structure of the Church of the Night.

"This large-scale dream entry incident may be related to the Dream Angels," the bishop speculated after a moment of silence.

"That's the best we can hope for."

The person on night duty nodded in agreement.

At that very moment, whether it was the bishop or the night watchman, all the extraordinary beings, and even some of the most gifted, all experienced a moment of disorientation.

Their subconscious seemed to have been inexplicably touched.

Like silt being churned up from the deep seabed, some strange sensation connected with their subconscious, conveying an image to the hearts of all the extraordinary individuals.

A dreamlike phosphorescent glow dances and falls, concealing a world within.

It was an endlessly vast world, a reflection of the world, a dreamlike creation, a...illusion realm!

A complete, new world!

This message was clearly conveyed to the hearts of every extraordinary person.

Soon, all the extraordinary beings of the Church of the Night gathered together, and the archbishop personally confirmed their identities.

"Did everyone receive the message?" All the extraordinary beings nodded.

"Is that the power of dreams?" one of the deacons asked somewhat uncertainly.

"Yes, it was a dream... an unimaginably vast dream."

Those extraordinary individuals who traverse the night have ample right to speak on this matter.

Its sequence number seven is "Nightmare," which allows it to roam in human dreams and forcibly pull people into dreams.

The shock they felt from that fleeting glimpse of the world far surpassed that from any other means.

"It seems we can enter that illusory world? The Illusionary Realm?"

"This seems to be closely related to our dream angel."

"..."

In a very short time, the elites of the Church of the Night made up their minds to send a small team into the so-called Illusionary Realm to explore it.

"Remember this information." The archbishop handed a report about the Illusionary Realm to the Night Watch squad that was preparing to enter it.

"Of course, there's no need to worry too much. So far, there's no information about any harmful dreams, and the Goddess and Saint Truman will protect you."

The archbishop's last words softened the expressions of the night watchmen.

Exploring the unknown world fills them with inexplicable fear, but this sense of protection is also real.

"Let's begin; this could be a truly exhilarating journey," the archbishop wished.

A group of night watchmen fell asleep peacefully, then followed some instructions into another world.

However, since the extraordinary ones entered the illusionary realm voluntarily, they did not see the ninety-nine-story deep sleep staircase.

They saw a cliff stretching to the end of the dream, the boundary of ordinary people's dreams.

Below the cliff lies an endless void, with faint glimmers of light seemingly flickering in the far distance.

"Jump!" Guided by their spiritual intuition, all the night watchmen leaped off the cliff.

Beside me were incredible, dark, and invisible phantoms, like monsters or nightmares.

Below the cliff was a glowing crevice, into which several night watchmen entered.

Initially, the rift was very small, but gradually it evolved into a spatial portal. Passing through that portal, they arrived in another world!

"Here?!" All the night watchmen stared wide-eyed.

Unlike ordinary people, the extraordinary ones arrived directly at an unimaginably magnificent temple.

At the very center of the temple stands a tall white jade statue.

"It's the Dream Angel!" The night watchmen all breathed a sigh of relief; as long as it was one of their own, that was good.

"Captain!" a wary voice rang out from among the night watchmen.

The night watchman became alert and then saw the other extraordinary beings emerging from the void in various places.

"The Punisher, the Mechanical Heart..." These are all extraordinary squads from the other churches.

(End of this chapter)