Chapter 52: The Other Side of the Dream

"What a beautiful place. Zhao Mian stood on the plain, looking at the light flowing under his feet, some small white beasts devouring a small meadow, and the lonely small houses built there beside the dry river not far away. "However, this form doesn't seem to be very convenient to move, so it's better to change it a little. Zhao Mian lowered his head, looked at his current appearance, and then said.

Light runs through heaven and earth. Perhaps this description is more appropriate to use as a metaphor for him now, standing on the plain is not a huge giant, nor is he a serious knight, in this fantasy world that abstractly expresses the essence of things, Zhao Mian has become a pale golden beam, and in the light of this light, everything has gradually become orderly- The little beasts began to gather unconsciously, the points of light in the air began to fly in one direction, the breeze began to blow lightly, and even the clouds began to gradually become unified.

But this is not right, things should tend to change, not a rigid unity that can be followed, so Zhao Mian stretched out his hand in front of him - a sharp light stretched out from the huge beam of light, piercing into the air like a sharp blade. The brilliance began to dim, the huge beam of light began to shrink, and the beam of light that penetrated the heavens and the earth condensed into a small spot of light little by little, this spot of light became smaller and smaller, until it was indiscernible to the naked eye, and then suddenly burst open, and the intense light covered this fantasy world in an instant, and when the light disappeared in front of everything, a figure stood where the beam was just now.

"Well, that's a lot better. Zhao Mian looked at his hands, a familiar appearance appeared in front of him, he nodded, and then walked towards the only protrusion on the plain, the house in the distance.

This is a fantasy world, and after bringing Zhidai back to the town from another dimension, Zhao Mian began to gradually prepare for the way to enter here. Little by little, he dug up all kinds of potentially useful information from some inexplicable books, and searched for the closest point between the two worlds throughout the town - and in the end, it may have paid off, but he believed that there was something that made the final answer easily appear in front of him in some way. It was a tree, and if you extrapolated from its appearance, it was a weathered tree.

Maybe it's because of a typhoon, or maybe it's because of some other reason, this not-so-stout old tree seems a little slanted, swaying its branches and leaves in the afternoon sun - it looks ordinary, not much different from the other trees around it, but it is indeed the link between the real world town and the fantasy world. For under the tree, which was not very tall, in the shade of it, six points of light that radiated brilliance were floating silently.

There is no will, but it exudes a feeling of happiness, as if it will resonate with certain emotions, and then have a greater effect - this may be the light jade. Zhao Mian confirmed his discovery little by little, and then continued his work.

Having discovered the connection and getting unexpected surprises, the rest of the work seems very simple - the fantasy world is called a fantasy world because it is actually entered by people, and people's spirits will be projected into the fantasy world at some point, and that is mostly in their own dreams. They don't have memories there, they don't gain more power, they just enter that world because of their spirits, and then they return to the real world because they are about to wake up. However, since someone has gone in and has corresponding methods and research, many things are easy to solve.

Zhao Mian had already walked a short distance in the plain, and along the way, the snow falling from the sky had covered his hood and shoulders, and the grass exposed to the snow was only an empty beast devouring a little green-the houses in the distance began to become clear in his eyes little by little.

It was a lonely house, as if symbolizing the emptiness of the world, there was only one house on the vast plain, and the snow was little by little covering the dilapidated eaves, with broken paper windows, and no light came through. In front of the house, there was an old park, a broken slide was left outside the bunker, and some badly worn toys were placed on the side of the bunker, perhaps because someone took care of it a lot, but there was not much snow in the park.

This place, in fact, is on the verge of destruction. Standing outside the dilapidated park, Zhao Mian sighed slightly. He could see and understand that these not-so-cold snow falling from the sky was not real winter, and along the way, countless mindless little beasts were not real creatures, and even the grasslands that swayed gently with the breeze were just reflections.

Winter is the last season, and everything is silent here. The fantasy world is an abstract reflection of the real world, and it is also a world formed by the spirit of the people in the town, and the indifference of the human heart in modern society has led to the coming of this cold winter, and the fantasy world has lost its strength to survive, and its destruction is underway.

Mindless beasts are actually the creation of human beings, and in this depressed society, countless people are eager to obtain more economic benefits in various ways, among which the machines produced in order to draw more resources from nature are the entities of these small beasts. As for the few grasslands, I am afraid that they are a reflection of the natural resources that are constantly disappearing.

But all this can still be redeemed, Zhao Mian raised his head, countless points of light flew in the air, among them, fluttering in the wind, indifferently exuding brilliance is the light jade, which is the crystallization of human beings after feeling happiness, they may be low in power, but when the power of a whole town is condensed, it can still cause miracles. But what he was looking at was not the jade flying in the sky, but another kind, even smaller, but a little bit of light floating around the jade—the elves. Subtly is a very terrible power, which can change people's behavior by constantly changing people's mood slightly, and Zhao Mian is doing exactly that. He used his own strength to nourish a lot of weak elves, and then expanded his influence little by little, and then let these elves use their power to infect those who are easy to feel happy, whether it is through dreams, or through a little bit of happiness, and gradually guide people's hearts to the positive side. This time may take a long time, and it may not even be possible to see much change in five years - but the problem of natural resources, the society and the government are gradually paying attention to it, and the indifference between people's hearts is also improving little by little.

Zhao Mian retracted his gaze, walked forward, walked through the small dilapidated park, and then knocked on the Japanese-style sliding door that seemed to be about to be blown down by the wind.