The rainy season in Jiangnan is as punctual as ever, but this year's rain seems to be too heavy.

It was already noon, but the sky was still a dark gray like twilight. The clouds were thick and deep, like lead powder, fainted with ink—a gloomy patch, overwhelming one.

Qianzhou had never seen rain of this magnitude - marble-sized droplets scrambled to fall from the sky, and then shattered to pieces with a crisp "click". The raindrops were so dense that the noise in Qianzhou's ears was as loud as firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the dense vibrations seemed to be felt through the glass—it was really disturbing.

It's been raining for a long time, but it doesn't stop at all. The view through the rain is as if it were a piece of frosted glass, and it is vague and annoying - there is actually no view to enjoy. Days of heavy rain had already torn off the leaves of the trees, and the bare trunks looked indescribably desolate. The muddy yellow water has already filled the bridge deck, and the water in front and behind pushes each other to set off turbid waves one after another. Occasionally, something falls into the river, and in an instant you don't know where it was washed away......

In short, the scene here is not "beautiful" or "good".

Qianzhou stood in the courtyard, letting the rain hit him. After a while, his clothes were soaked through, and his hair was sticking to his face, constantly oozing water.

"That's nice. Qianzhou stroked the trunk of the old tree in the yard, and there seemed to be a ripple in his eyes.

It's nice, even if it's just a dream.

The thousand boats compared the scratches on the trunk of the tree and will reach their waists.

"So it's been so long before you know it?"

Qianzhou hooked the corners of his mouth, and the emotions in his eyes didn't know whether he was happy or sad. Turning his head to look at the small building behind him, the gray walls were full of nicks left by the passage of time—those were all too familiar traces of Qianzhou, where he had spent sixteen years of spring and autumn.

Qianzhou stood in front of the door of the small building for a long time, pressing his hand on the door several times, but finally put it down.

"I will go back, but not in this cowardly way. The boy lifted his head, and his young face was steely with determination.

In places that the novelist himself did not realize, he did grow.

Qianzhou resolutely turned around and walked back into the rain.

"Boom!" A muffled thunderbolt erupted, and the scorching purple lightning tore several huge openings in the sky.

Not an exaggerated metaphor, but a literal "tear apart".

The gray clouds bloomed into thin purple fissures—perhaps the fissures didn't exist above the clouds, maybe they were space, or maybe they were something deeper.

The cracks spread like tree branches, and their openings reflected a cold purple light.

This feeling is very familiar, and it has almost been imprinted on the soul.

"Sure enough, that [curse poison] can't be so simple. Qianzhou narrowed his eyes and stared at the sky, "Is it more active in dreams than directly acting on the body?"

Even Jiang Xuance didn't expect that the violent erosion of the body was only an incidental effect of the curse. The main goal of this curse is to create dreams, and it is the most terrifying and dangerous place to directly act on the souls of transcendents through dreams.

However, what is laughable is that the vast majority of transcendents will die because their bodies cannot bear it before the curse poison erodes into the dream realm.

"I really don't know which *Thousand Boat Rough Mouth* design it is, it's simply *Thousand Boat Rough Mouth*. Qianzhou complained, but had a vague guess in his heart.

Could it be that this is not a curse poison in itself? The essence of [curse poison] is actually an extremely corrosive and destructive xenogenic essentia.

If essentia itself has such properties, it will also have the same properties as a curse poison when it comes into contact with others.

Perhaps at some point, he came into contact with this xenoplasm, and this essentia itself is characterized by being able to erode dreams. And the destruction of the body is only a subordinate effect of this essentia too high a person.

Thinking about this clearly, Qianzhou's heart suddenly brightened. Suddenly, a vague memory surfaced, but before Qianzhou could take a closer look, his thoughts were interrupted by a change in the dream.

The cracks in the sky turned into pupilless eyes, the trees grew flesh-and-blood lumps with parted branches like dancing tentacles, indigo-blue veins emerged from the ground and walls, and the sticky yellow-brown river rose into the streets like blood-soaked silt......

The pungent smell came to his face, and in the interaction between the curse poison and his own dreams, Qianzhou got the name of the curse poison.

"[Rotten Dreams]. Qianzhou subconsciously spoke, but the strange syllables came out of his mouth. In just two words, it was as heavy as a mountain.

This is not only about the curse, but also about the terrifying existence behind the curse.

Qianzhou suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Perhaps after he became a transcendent being, he subconsciously relaxed his vigilance, and even defeated a strong enemy and let himself inadvertently begin to swell?

Fortunately, there is a barrier from the present world, and his dream realm constitutes a second layer of protection, otherwise what kind of consequences will occur Qian Zhou can't imagine.

"Looks like I've been drifting a bit lately. Qianzhou smiled bitterly, "You can't be more aware of the danger and absurdity of this world. ”

In such a short period of time, Qianzhou's dream changed again.

Everything in the field of vision seemed to come to life, full of flesh and blood. There was a heartbeat of "dong dong" in the shadows. The heartbeat was small at first, but as time went on, it grew denser and louder, like some terrible life was being born.

Faced with this hellish scene on earth, Qianzhou did not panic at all: "If it is in the outside world, I really can't do anything, but here is my dream, my soul." ”

Qianzhou stood up straight, and the pale silver flame suddenly ignited. From the inside to the outside, from the bone to the skin, every inch of Qianzhou's body turned into a glittering flame.

"This is my dream, my soul, my farewell epitaph. ”

Qianzhou chanted softly, that was the essence of his soul, the cornerstone of his life.

"This is my [Soul Burning Poem]. ”

This is the ultimate power engraved in the soul of Qianzhou, the essence of his precipitation in the history of "Cutting Faust", and the miracle produced by the creation of history.

Maybe this power can't be easily used by Qianzhou in normal times, but it can be easily liberated in his own dreams.

The silver flames ignited the world and rushed into the sky, tearing the bloated clouds to shreds.

It was a brighter splendor than the sun, a brighter light than thunder and lightning.

No mythical flame can compare to it, because it is history created by humanity itself, miracles created by humanity.

Everything was reduced to nothingness before the mighty flames, and purple smoke evaporated in the fire, accompanied by terrible, terrifying screams.

When the flames dissipated, there was only a white expanse in the sight of the thousand boats. Heaven and earth are so close that it resembles a round spherical shell. The space around him was narrow and closed, and the soles of his feet did not have any real feeling, as if he was floating in mid-air.

Walked a few steps at random, because there was no reference, Qianzhou didn't know if he was standing still.

"That's an exaggeration. Qianzhou admits that he was also shocked that he was able to return the entire dream to nothingness. But then just wait for the natural awakening.

"Is this a crack?" suddenly found a crack in this pure white space.

The crack is so thin that you can't find it without looking closely. Qianzhou poked it with his hand and pulled out a piece of shard!

Like breaking open an egg shell, Qianzhou quickly opened a huge hole with both hands.

"That's ......" The strange sight he saw in front of him made Qianzhou can't help but shrink his pupils.

It is a space where there is no color to see, perhaps because the color is beyond the understanding of Qianzhou, or the space itself does not have the concept of "color".

In this void space, a huge triple helix structure squeezes every part of Qianzhou's field of vision.

From the moment he saw the triple helix, Senshu's essentia and soul began to boil - it was a reminder not to try to observe things outside of his understanding.

The majestic triple spiral was divided into three layers from bottom to top, like flowing water, like poured steel, and like a surging nebula—something beyond mortal comprehension.

The first layer goes around one circle and then goes up, forming the second layer of a slightly smaller circle. Finally, it extends again from the second floor, and descends to form the largest third layer, which surrounds the first layer.

It is such a peculiar and magnificent triple helix that closely connects heaven and earth - perhaps there is no concept of "heaven" and "earth" in nothingness, but Qianzhou still chooses to describe it this way. Because beyond that, Qianzhou couldn't think of any more precise description.

The triple helix rotates slowly, like a star pulling an entire galaxy. Even some of the mysteries that are inadvertently revealed are enough to drive countless transcendents insane. But it was definitely not some kind of gift, it was too heavy, and the slightest touch of the ordinary transcendent would shatter the soul and turn the base stone into powder.

Qianzhou endured great pain and stared directly at the incredible spiral until his body became dry and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

There must be some kind of crucial secret hidden in this one, otherwise the [Crowned] in the abyss would never have taken a huge risk to attack through the barrier of this world!

That secret is just outside the dream, in the white desert, in Enron, in this hidden triple spiral at the end!

Qianzhou wanted to keep his eyes on the distance and observe things beyond the triple helix. But he had only just conceived this idea, and his heart was entangled with great fear.

Surely you will die! That's not something that mortals can understand!