Madrigal is swept into the bottom of the lake by a two-dimensional beetle. The bottom of the lake was dark, and in the faint sunlight refracted from the surface of the lake, the lake bed could be seen piled with bones, and the radar command vehicles, light minelaying vehicles, and individual exoskeletons all reflected the luster of metal, and the color was very new. And there's only one vehicle of each type, and it's more of a museum of bones than a cemetery.

When Madrigal's body was fully occupied by the two-dimensional beetle, a blue light erupted from his seven orifices and nine holes. At this crucial moment, the "membrane" in the madrigal's body began to be consumed by an unknown mechanism, spreading the light dust into a two-dimensional plane in an orderly manner, combining with the membrane to form a protective layer with gold edges on a blue background, which was plated on the madrigal's body to isolate the beetle. The two-dimensional beetle was unable to decompose the madrigal's flesh for a long time, so it had to quietly cling to the protective film of light and dust, waiting for time to pass.

Protected by the power of the membrane, Madrigal's body becomes an extremely complex and subtle function, both in three-dimensional form and in confrontation with two-dimensional beings. At the bottom of the deep lake, where there is no photon bombardment, the form of the madrigal collapses into a beautiful film, floating like a jellyfish, and then returns to a strong, compact body, suspended like dust. If the Shadow Escape Sect Master saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked and shout that there was such a genius who could conquer the bottleneck of the two-dimensional body without a teacher.

In a coma, madrigal's consciousness sank into the inner universe.

The Inner Universe is pitch black. There is no solar core, no membrane, no gravity formed by the distortion of space-time. This is clearly a fantasy.

A light appeared. In the center of the blazing light, like a mirror, reflects the magnificent silhouette of a glorious civilization, in which there are huge and magnificent palaces, magnificent and solemn mausoleums, bustling and joyful street markets, and wild and beautiful monuments. The consciousness of the pastoral song is like a soul longing for light, drifting closer to that civilization.

The light blooms, the closer it gets, the more dazzling it becomes, as if it welcomes the madrigal with open arms. A trembling voice sang in the light: "Welcome, god-like Sun King! The Great Xia civilization you ruled was originally weak, poor, and displaced. For 500 years, with your wisdom and prowess, you have torn between greedy demands and exploitation to build a mighty empire until the evil clique has taken our sun. Plants that have lost sunlight are no longer healthy, and the empire eventually falls in front of the hateful invaders......"

"O great Sun King, your people are calling for you, regaining the glory of the Great Xia civilization! The people are calling for your name, you represent the wealth of the Great Xia civilization, and you represent the strength of the Great Xia civilization. The enemies of the Great Xia dynasty will tremble under your rule. O glorious leader, answer the call of the peoples, and lead them to great things once again, and to build a civilization that will last forever!

The madrigal floated to the center of the light, reaching out to touch the bronze mirror that reflected the picture, like an ant knocking on the stone door with its antennae. The beings in the bronze mirror are so realistic, and the pastoral can clearly see the smile of the little girl licking the sugar gourd. He couldn't help but mutter, "This...... Is it the Great Xia Dynasty that once destroyed the country?"

"This is the 'dimensional treasure' preserved by the previous king, my Sun King. The voice of the bronze mirror was deafening.

"The first king is the sun king and the god of faun?" the pastoral song remembers the life of the god of faun like a stream, and the myth of "dimensional treasure" is even more popular.

The legend is described in more detail in the Promotion Guide: "The fact that the Faun made the decision to live to die does not mean that he is a desperate and reckless man. In fact, hundreds of years before the rebellion, he foresaw ideological differences - to this end, he collected his most proud military theories, high-dimensional martial arts, and quantum armaments into a spectacle called the 'Ultimate Library'. This spectacle has the heritage of cultivating a grandmaster-level samurai army, hoarding divine weapons capable of arming a galaxy, amassing enough wealth to acquire the United Space Technology Corporation, and even preserving the progress of technological research that can travel freely between high-dimensional and low-dimensional worlds. If it weren't for the 'General Power Group' to draw salaries from the bottom of the kettle and comprehensively tighten the sunshine use rights of the Great Xia civilization, the Faun would have the ability to compete with the Pantheon in 500 years. Maybe that's why the Great Xia civilization must perish......"

The Pantheon's elite troops are in the Temple of War, and the elite forces of the Temple of War are mainly composed of the legions of the Sun King Faun. Therefore, the "dimensional treasure" left by the Sun King represents the military pinnacle of that era. To get the dimensional treasure back in operation, it will require a federal civil service and financial support, and once the conditions are met, it can burst into a military potential sufficient to compete in the Andromeda Nebula. Therefore, in the investigation list of the secret activities of spies of many foreign civilizations, "Dimensional Treasure" is at the top of the list. Although it is only a myth, its value has attracted countless spies.

Ordinary people also crave "dimensional treasures", although their understanding of "rich and rivaling countries" is only a drop in the bucket of its value.

Exploring the treasures of the Sun King is an inexhaustible artistic subject that has fed countless directors and screenwriters.

"The Faun can hide the 'dimensional treasure' so that no one can find it, so why doesn't he hide it himself! He had always been concerned about the question – if the Faun had lived, history might have been very different!

"Everything that the first kings did was for the people. He used seventy percent of his strength to open the low-dimensional passage and hide the Great Xia Dynasty in the two-dimensional world, ensuring that the 'Ultimate Library' would not fall into the hands of the counterinsurgency fleet. Then, the first king resolutely left Gu alone, swept away his worries, and fought to regain the sun - but he never returned. But there is still hope! The dimensional treasure left by the former king is his dream of protection, and it is also the source of his strength! The first king has died in battle, but his descendants will inherit his grand wish, as long as the ideal is not extinguished, the Sun King will live forever!" The bronze mirror hummed, and the milky white light drowned the madrigal: "After a hundred years of silence, the power of the 'membrane' reappeared in the world. O dimensional shuttle, guardian of the sun, shepherd of civilization, great god of shepherds! The treasure of the Sun King walks with you when you walk in the three-dimensional world, and the treasure of the Sun King is with you when you suffer in the two-dimensional world! You will endure unimaginable tribulations, and you will be crowned king in the end! Please live, go to the depths of darkness, and inherit your greatness!"

The light collapsed dramatically, extinguishing as suddenly as it appeared. The bronze mirror is gone, and the inner universe twists again, obeying the arrangement of gravity. The faint corona slowly rotates in the inner universe, the thin light dust flies in their respective orbits, and the membrane has all been transferred to the limbs and bones of the madrigal, forming a line of defense against the two-dimensional beetle, continuing the life of the madrigal.

At the bottom of the dark lake, the floating madrigals suddenly regained their thickness and robustness, turning into three-dimensional flesh. A string of foam erupted from his mouth and nose, and his eyes suddenly opened, and the blue light was restrained. I saw that his eyeballs and skin were covered with a layer of blue light, and there were golden circuits on the blue light, and the circuits were dotted with black "tattoos", making his skin like a dazzling electronic circuit - membranes, light dust, and two-dimensional beetles were so precisely statically arranged, charming and dangerous, it looked like it was full of the truth of the laws of the universe, and full of the essence of artificial intelligence.