Chapter 1876 - 1014: Strange Dream Space
In the Dream World,
The Floating City that appeared in front of Lis made him realize he had finally found his target.
Did the Magic Net Goddess Mistra fall in that Floating City?
The situation of this Dream World should be the change caused by Mistra’s fall.
Lis sensed the abnormality of the Dream World around him, and he could feel this Dream World being twisted by an extremely crazed Spiritual Power.
He had just tried to restore this distortion, but there was no change.
The power that distorts the surrounding Dream World is extremely strong, not only containing Divine Power, but also a mix of countless mages’ Spiritual Powers.
Regarding this situation, Lis feels it should be the twisting force that appeared after the Magic Net Goddess Mistra and those Great Arcanists perished together.
Thus, Lis feels it is very difficult to forcibly resolve the power affecting the Dream World.
However, there is something Lis cares about even more.
There are more than ten vast and expansive Dream Spaces surrounding the perimeter of this broken Floating City.
Their size far exceeds any illusion Lis has seen before, their magnitude towering and terrifying, like colossal cages suspended in darkness.
The entire space has no hint of color, presenting a pure, deep ink-black, with a cold and solemn gloomy luster.
Each black Dream Realm exudes a resolute aura of deathly stillness, carrying a fierce will to fight till the end, even to mutual destruction.
They echo each other, tightly connected, forming a tight and insurmountable sealed barrier that firmly traps this broken Floating City in the center of the Void, leaving no gap.
Cold Darkness shrouds all directions, with intense hatred and resolute momentum intertwining and spreading.
Lis stops and gazes, clearly feeling the heavy oppression hidden in this empty zone.
It’s really troublesome!
Lis could feel that this Floating City in front of him is difficult to enter.
To enter the Floating City, he must cross those pitch-black Dream Spaces.
And the danger within is imaginable.
Lis could almost confirm that these Dream Spaces surrounding the Floating City are likely all from the Great Arcanists of the Magic Empire.
Although the power of those Great Arcanists is of Legendary Rank, Lis understands the danger of these people.
After all, he is one of them.
Moreover, these Great Arcanists probably have the strength of a Demigod, like Mr. Stephens.
More crucially, the methods of these Great Arcanists are unfathomable, even the Divine Powers had to cautiously respond back then, not to mention Lis.
It’s foreseeable that the situation in these pitch-black Dream Spaces will undoubtedly be dangerous.
These Dream Spaces not only seal off the Orophin Floating City but also prevent anyone from entering the Floating City from the outside.
However, this poses a great problem for Lis.
He wants to enter the Orophin Floating City, he must pass through these pitch-black Dream Spaces.
Hence, it’s an unavoidable matter.
Lis rubbed his temples and made up his mind.
Since he’s here, giving up like this is impossible.
Therefore, let’s go in!
Lis directly advanced towards one of the Dream Spaces.
As he approached, Lis faintly felt overwhelming rage and hatred.
And the strength of the Spiritual Shock within is far greater than what he felt before.
Lis reached forward and touched the pitch-black membrane of this Dream Space.
He sensed an extremely strong repulsion, as if it didn’t want him to enter.
However, this wasn’t enough to stop him.
Lis exerted a little force and directly entered this Dream Space.
The fragmented scene before him suddenly twisted and obliterated, as if completely wiped away by an invisible giant hand.
Lis felt his vision flicker, and in the next moment, he had already stepped into an isolated Dream Space.
This illusion is completely different from the brutal scene of the outside world’s apocalypse, with none of the surrounding madness, distortion, or desolation, only extreme peace and tranquility.
He stood steadily at the entrance of a typical village, with flat soil underfoot, and sporadic grass sprouting from the cracks, carrying vibrant life.
The warm golden sun penetrated the thin clouds, gently blanketing the entire Earth, dispelling all coldness and severity.
Beyond the village entrance is an endless wheat field, with heavy wheat ears dyed a translucent golden color by the sunlight.
The wind stirring waves of wheat, with gentle rustling sounds rising and falling.
Farmers can be seen working in the fields everywhere, wearing simple coarse cloth garments, rolling up their sleeves and trouser legs, bent over as they toil.
Every face carries a peaceful and placid smile, with the fresh scent of wheat and Earth wafting in the air.
The times are tranquil, untouched by any disputes or war.
And the children playing in the village were the first to notice Lis standing at the entrance.
This group of children about six or seven years old stopped their chasing and roughhousing, timidly gathered at the alley mouth not far away.
Their clear eyes full of curiosity, quietly observing this suddenly appearing stranger.
In their eyes, Lis stands tall and straight, with an outstanding temperament, wearing delicate clothes that contrast with the villagers’ simple and ordinary clothing.
In these villagers’ perceptions, people with such demeanor and attire must be high-ranking figures.
They are always the existence that ordinary people can never touch and dare not offend.
Before the children could observe for long, the villagers hurriedly walked out, quickly reaching to pull their own children back behind them.