The whole world seemed extremely quiet, and his breathing was all the sounds that could be heard in his ears. In this small room that had faded into a black, white and gray world, Modir tightly held his staff and protective short sword, and was alert to everything within his perception range like a clever wild wolf under the night sky.

Then, he began to gradually feel more "information" appearing in his perception. Outside this room, there was a subtle sound of sand and dust blowing by the wind, and there was a breath emitted by rocks or soil that was difficult for ordinary people to detect. The light changed from light to cracks in the window. All of this gradually went from nothing to something, from stiff and monotonous to vivid.

It was as if there was only a pure nothingness outside the hut, but due to Modir's awakening, a "temporary creation world" was gradually outlined.

The old mage was not careless at all, but instead clasped the weapon in his hand tighter. He leaned his waist and slowly walked closer to the window, while his eyes swept across all the furnishings in the room again, not even the direction of a small pile of dust in the corner of the wall and the two nails on the opposite wall.

This is a habit that has been developed for many years: before falling asleep, he will imprint all the environmental details around him in his mind. Under the influence of magic, the details of these pictures can even be accurate to every scratch mark on the doors and windows. Every time he opens his eyes, he will quickly compare the surrounding environment and the "shortprint projection" imprinted in his mind. Any inconsistency will be used to judge whether the hiding place has been invaded.

Under his usual careless and carefree appearance, what is hidden is the survival skills accumulated by the adventurer over the centuries - although the old mage no longer remembers what happened in the long years, these instinctive survival skills have always been imprinted in his mind and have never been ignored for a day.

Modir's fingers gently brushed the dust on the windowsill, which was the last detail. Everything in the room was exactly the same as in memory, except... it turned into a faded state like a shadow world.

Similar things happened once on the boat before. The old mage frowned slightly and carefully pushed a gap from under the window. His eyes looked out of the room through the gap between the window panels and the window frames. The scene outside was as expected... it was no longer the familiar adventurer camp.

An endless barren land extends in the field of view, and the sandy undulating land is covered with rugged rocks or crawling black and broken materials. In extremely distant places, you can see a faint black silhouette like a city ruin. The monotonous and pale sky is floating with turbid shadows, covering this lifeless land.

However, this time, Modir did not see the huge figure sitting on the collapsed throne, with a sense of oppression like a mountain. In theory, such a huge figure cannot be hidden. As long as she appears in this world, it will definitely attract special attention.

The old mage subconsciously frowned and thought, and suddenly realized something in the next second. He rushed to the other side of the cottage, carefully opening a gap to the door, and looking out through the gap.

A huge figure like a mountain appeared in front of him with a suffocating power. The figure sat on the towering throne. The base of the throne and the surrounding pillars had collapsed. A black long skirt wrapped around her body and extended from under the throne. Countless gray and white cracks of various sizes were spread all over her body. Modir had no way of telling whether the crack was in her clothes or through her "existence". He only felt that the cracks seemed to be alive, and were moving slightly. In the background of the dark long skirt, it was as mysterious as interlaced light and shadow.

Parchment and pens appeared quietly behind the old wizard. Modir watched the movement outside the crack of the door while controlling the paper and pen to write down the records quickly:

"On the day of X, X, I woke up from my sleep and had another strange phenomenon similar to when I was on the boat not long ago... I seemed to have come to the Shadow Realm in my sleep, or some kind of abnormal space similar to the Shadow Realm, and the scene in front of me was roughly the same as last time...

"I saw that figure that was suffocating again. The difference is that this time she...or He appeared in my side back position. It seems that every time I enter this space, I will appear in a random position? Unfortunately, there are too few samples and I can't judge...

"The figure didn't notice me, at least not yet. I'm still not sure what she is from. There have been no relevant descriptions in the various records known to humans about extraordinary things... I was hiding behind a thin door, but this door could not give me any sense of security. That 'lady' - if she wanted, maybe she could blow me away with the whole room in one breath.

"I'd better not make too much noise. No matter what the figure is, I obviously can't beat it..."

The pen tip was writing quickly on the paper. Even in such a strange situation, Modir recorded everything he had experienced according to the habit he had developed for many years - he had not experienced the stranger situation before. Even if his memory was incomplete, he knew what he should do most at the moment.

At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded between the world outside the house, interrupting Modir's quick recording: "Ah... looking for a way out in the dark crypts covered with crystal clusters, this sounds like a good adventure story. It would be great if I could see the crystal river you described with my own eyes... Does it really flow to a hole leading to the center of the earth?"

Modir had heard this voice, which was exactly what the huge figure made. The old mage held his breath instantly. After a moment, he really heard a response—the response was exactly the same as his own: "How could I know that this story was made up not long ago—I haven't thought about the second half yet!"

The vast plain outside the house fell into a brief silence. After a moment, the sound of the sound of the world suddenly laughed, and the laughter sounded quite pleasant: "Hahaha...My Mr. Adventurer, you now admit that the new story is a mess? You once had a long time to talk to me before admitting that you had given a certain degree of "exaggerated description" of the story..."

Modir heard the same response as his voice and then rang out: "That's because I now find that you don't have much demand for the story - in addition, ma'am, the story I promised you has been told, is it your turn next?"

The slightly lazy and endless majestic female voice was silent for a while, then rang from all directions: "Do you want to continue listening to my dreams recently? I remember clearly..."

"Well, ma'am, what have you dreamed about recently?"

"Starlight, the starlight covers the rolling mountains and plains, and the city crawling on the earth. I crossed the gap between reality and reality to convey the crucial news. When I passed a giant tower, I saw a giant beast crawling in the darkness. The giant beast had no blood and flesh, only empty bones. It swallowed the sacrifices offered by mortals in big mouths, and blood gradually grew from the bones...

"I also saw something growing deep in the crawling city. It ran through the entire city, through the plains and mountains in the distance. In the depths of the ground, huge limbs continued to grow and extended to the depths of the hazy and chaotic darkness. It also differentiated some smaller limbs along the way, which poked out of the earth and absorbed the sun during the day..."

"Oh, ma'am, your dreams still sound as scary as ever - it's simply messy. Can't you change your description?"

"No, I'm used to it."

The old mage Modir hid behind the door, carefully restraining his breath while listening to the conversation sounds coming from outside the house. The dream scene described by the "lady" formed a broken and messy impression in his mind. However, the limited imagination of mortals could not combine any clear scenes from the abstract and trivial descriptions. He had to record those weird and unusual descriptions word by word on his parchment, and at the same time carefully diverted his sight, trying to find other figures that might exist in the world.

He was looking for the sound that responded, looking for the source of the sound that was exactly the same as himself.

But before he found it, the situation outside suddenly changed.

The wind wandering on the plain suddenly became restless, and the gray-white sand began to spiral along the decaying throne. A low and blurred murmur came from the black silhouette in the distance, which seemed to be a dream of many people, from small to large, but no matter how they listened, they could not hear clearly what it was saying.

As soon as the sound rang, Modir behind the door immediately imposed an additional dozens of mental protection spells on himself - rich adventure experience told him that similar hazy whispers are often related to mental pollution. Although mental protection spells are not always effective for mental pollution, they always have some effect on more than a dozen barriers.

Although past memories are fragmented, in the remaining memories, he remembers that he dug out more than once from some underground tombs that he shouldn't have dug out more than once - timely mental protection and solid and reliable ability to resist beating are the key to turning danger into safety.

While Modir responded, the two voices of conversation outside the room also quieted down at the same time. They seemed to be listening carefully to the low murmurs coming from the direction of the ruins of the city. After a long time, the slightly lazy female voice muttered in a low voice: "It's coming again... I still can't hear what they want to do."

"Maybe just want to chat with you? Or say good morning or something..."

"Are you serious? Mr. Big Adventurer?"

"What if I want, I just raise a possibility..."

"Then put away your possibilities, Mr. Adventurer," said the lazy and majestic female voice slowly. "It's time for me to get up and move—the uninvited guest seemed to want to cross the border again. I'll remind Him who is the master here. If you stay here, if you feel your spirit is polluted, take a look at the star map."

After the words outside the house fell, Modir, who was hiding behind the door, suddenly widened his eyes.

He saw the huge figure sitting on the throne or altar finally moving, and the lady suspected of a god stood up from the throne! She stood up like a bulging mountain, and a gorgeous long skirt was rolling and surging behind her like endless darkness. She stepped down the collapsed and collapsed platform, and the whole world seemed to tremble under her footsteps. The "activation cracks" wandering on the surface of her body also truly "live". They moved quickly, reorganized, and continued to gather in the lady's hands, and finally formed a half-black and half-white scepter. In this world, which was completely formed by black and white, the half-black and half-white scepter was like a ruler to measure the whole world, and strongly attracted Modir's sight.

Almost at the same time, another huge and terrifying thing rose in the direction of the dark city ruins in the distance - but compared to the "goddess" who was huge and majestic but at least had a female form, the thing that rose from the city ruins was obviously more creepy and indescribable.

It was a grey-white clump that was constantly rising, shrinking and wriggling. The surface of the clump was filled with ambiguous limbs and crazy and disorderly geometric patterns. It seemed to be in a flowing state, like an unformed embryo or a melting piece of meat. It kept rolling forward and occasionally relied on the huge tentacles or countless hands and feet that grew around it to remove obstacles on the ground. During the rolling process, it kept making crazy and inconsistent roars, and some parts of its body surface immediately appeared translucent, revealing the layers of giant eyes inside, or runes and figures that seemed to contain countless taboo knowledge.

Modir felt dizzy just after looking at the thing, and a feeling of being corroded and being infused by external thinking surged up. The protective spells superimposed on him seemed to have no help. The old mage immediately bit his tongue hard, and with the smell of blood spreading in his mouth. He briefly regained control of his body and forced his eyes back from the direction of the monster.

As his eyes were withdrawn, his eyes swept over the "throne" where the lady was sitting before.

His eyes were instantly attracted by the things on the backrest of the throne - it was previously blocked by the lady's body, but now it has been exposed. Modir saw a vast starry sky pattern appearing in the center of the quaint gray-white backrest. And unlike the black and white presentation of the entire world around him, the starry sky pattern actually has a clear and clear color!

Modir subconsciously looked carefully and immediately found another detail in the starry sky pattern. He saw that the shining stars seemed to have subtle text markings, and the interconnected lines and directing spots could be vaguely seen between the stars. The entire starry sky pattern seemed to be stationary. Near some light spots located on the edge, Modir also saw some geometric patterns that seemed to be moving - they were moving very slowly, but for the great masters who had keen observation ability, their movement was certain!

This must be recorded immediately!

This thought came to Modir's mind, and the quill and paper floating behind him began to move, but at this moment, a terrifying loud noise suddenly came from the distance.

It seems that the huge female god has fought with the "terrifying strange god" floating from the ruins of the city.

Modir only felt a thunder in his mind, and then he was spinning and completely lost consciousness.
Chapter completed!