After the Terrans were sealed, they were reduced to the lowest lifeforms, and together with the other Homo sapiens, they lived a miserable life reduced to food.

The gods are still high on top, absorbing faith and enjoying worship.

The little Oneiroi who once prayed for mercy to the human race is still alive and well. Wandering in the dream of life, shuttling and sucking spiritual power.

Most of the time, he wandered around like this until one of his fruits ripened.

Every fruit is a dream elf, and every dream elf is also his child. These dream spirits inhabit the Oneiroi's body, just like his tentacles, which can sense information from the outside world and help him release the power of the gods, which is a unique means of the Oneiroi. But that's about it.

Until this day, the birth of a dream spirit changed his divine life.

Dream elves are mischievous and quiet beings. It's naughty because they're always chattering, talking, and full of innocence. Quiet because they don't seem to be doing anything but talking. Every day, he is scurrying around on the Spirit Thief Tree, and he doesn't even have the will to leave the tree to grow independently.

This dream elf is different.

It rarely speaks, and is always alone and silent, so its name is silent.

But Mo was never restless, and from time to time he would run away from the Spirit Thief Tree and yearn for the outside world.

Oneiroi had to grab Mo back to himself again and again, telling it about the dangers outside.

But Mo always didn't listen.

Most of the time, it thinks alone, and occasionally, it will continue to go out, and occasionally it will come back with some trouble for Oneiroi.

For example, stealing a thousand-year-old grass planted by a god, or giving rain and dew to a group of untouchables and giving them good fortune.

Every time Oneiroi catches it, he has to teach it a lesson.

At that time, Mo would say, "Father, why should I always be by your side, why can't I grow up alone?"

"Because that's the fate of the Dream Elves. I am your world. Oneiroi replied.

Dream Elves were born and died in the Spirit Tree, and the Spirit Tree is their world.

But the silence is different.

It clearly had no intention of complying with this fate that belonged to the Dream Elves.

One night, it ran away.

It ran away from the Thief Tree, forever out of touch with Oneiroi.

For Oneiroi, the loss of a dream elf was nothing of a big deal, and although Mo's departure made him a little sad, it was nothing more.

Until one day, many years later, a will suddenly connected to him.

It called him father.

"Father, I'm Mo. ”

"Moi?" Oneiroi began to wonder who the name belonged to.

It's been so long, and there are so many children, that Oneiroi can't remember his own children very well.

Fortunately, he finally remembered.

"Mo, my child, it turned out to be you. You're still alive?"

"Yes Father, I'm still alive. I had a rough time away from you, but I'm glad I survived. ”

"Where are you now, and how did you contact me?"

"I'm far away

Far away, I am in contact with you through dreams. Here, our spiritual power can be infinitely amplified. ”

"Yes, but why can't I sense your presence?"

"That's what I'm telling you, Father. I discovered, I found that the world of dreams still has such a wide space, and there is still great potential for development. Father, you are the god of dreams, but you are far from developing the power of the god of dreams. ”

"Power, what's that?" Oneiroi was a little confused.

"It's your authority, the power of the law you control, your ability to control the world...... That's your power!"

"I don't understand. Oneiroi said confusedly. Although he is a god, the god born from heaven and earth has the power to know it but not know why it is.

Therefore, the god of dreams did not understand the essence, nor did he understand the meaning of the silent words.

"It's okay, you just need to know that I can help you get stronger. Mo Youyou said.

"More powerful?" Oneiroi's understanding of this word is very profound, especially those superior gods, such as the Lord of Time and the Lord of Light, whose boundless power is envied by him every time.

And now, Silent Says can bring all of this.

It got him excited.

"What should I do?" he asked.

"Weaving a world of dreams. Mo replied.

From this day on, the Oneiroi began to establish a dream kingdom under the guidance of Mo.

What used to be a dream was like a wild jungle. Every dream of life is the weeds and trees that grow naturally in this jungle.

Oneiroi is the only hunter who can shuttle through this jungle and can change everything here.

It's just that he used to be and never thought of changing in the past.

But under Mo's guidance, everything began to be different.

He began to move from a hunter to a farmer, changing the face of the jungle.

The dream realm of countless lives changed under the manipulation of the dream god, and the dream jungle also changed dramatically, and the breath of primitive wilderness gradually disappeared, leaving a more orderly rested land. Here, Oneiroi is the supreme lord and ruler of all things.

With the help of his supremacy in the dream realm, the Oneiroi constantly absorbed the spiritual power of other beings and rapidly improved himself.

And the Dream Elves no longer have nothing to do.

They have their own job, which is to help Oneiroi maintain the dream world, and each dream elf has become a part-time worker of Oneiroi, contributing to the prosperity of the dream world.

Of course, at the beginning, the so-called dream world was still just a wilderness, and the efforts of Oneiroi and Mo only opened a small city in this wilderness.

But even so, a world that is antithetical to reality is gradually taking shape.

At the same time, something new is happening outside.

The Terrans have made a move again.

No one knows when the Terrans broke the seal.

Some of the Terrans have regained the power of immortals, and are constantly accumulating preparations to fight the gods again.

However, the defeat of the second confrontation was even more tragic than the first.

For a human race cannot withstand the oppression of the gods,

In a confrontation, he accidentally showed this power, and the reappearance of the immortal power that had made the gods very jealous directly caused the panic of the gods, and he personally took action to annihilate the human race again.

And this time, out of fear of the human race, they decided not to keep this race, but to annihilate it all.

Yes, not one is left, all of them are killed.

And they did.

Of course, such a neat and neat method also made them miss one thing, that is, how the human race broke through the seal and how they colluded.

The only thing I know may be silence.

Mo, naturally, was the leader of the Terran race who entered the Oneiroi body at the beginning.

After he awakened his memory and knew his identity, he has been trying his best to fight for the freedom of the Terrans, for which he deliberately united with the Oneiroi to build the dream world, in order to unite the Terrans through the dream, teach the way to break the seal, accumulate strength, and start up again.

However, the price to be paid for fighting for freedom was so great that it was so great that it even wiped out the race, but the ancestor almost completely collapsed.

Especially when the gods waved their butcher knives and decided to leave no one behind the human race, the human ancestors were completely desperate.

On that day, he wandered the world alone as a dream elf.

He knew that this world did not belong to them, not to the human race.

At that moment, he wanted to end himself.

Ending oneself, ending the last human consciousness in this world, so that the human race no longer exists, and there will no longer be the so-called pain, suffering, and war.

It was at that time that he came to a small lake.

At the lake, he saw a corpse.

A Terran corpse.

A Terran corpse that had just died.

Mo could even feel the other party's unbroken soul telling him about his pain.

It turned out that this human race called mourning was a human race with natural defects - his body was extremely flawed, and it would never be possible to awaken the immortal power.

This makes him forever ordinary and unable to become an immortal.

Of course, the good thing about being ordinary is that he can live longer.

So he was almost the last Terran to die.

But even so, his heart was sad and unwilling.

He longed to die like everyone else, rather than just leave in obscurity.

His resentment was so obvious that Yu Mo felt it deeply.

At that moment, Mo suddenly realized that the struggle was not over.

The remnants of mourning dissipated.

The corpse remains.

Silently by the corpse, after thinking for a long time, he finally chose to enter the corpse.

So in this way, Mo gave up the body of the dream elf and returned to the human body.

At this time, he has become the only human race in this world.

He is the ancestor of the human race!

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