On the endless illusory sea, there is a large copper gourd, and a person is riding on the graceful waist of the beautiful gourd.

He was wearing a gorgeous robe that did not match the style of the gourd painting, holding a stick with a large tuft of long hair at the top of his right hand, like a strange broom, holding the surface of the copper gourd with his left hand, and lying directly on the stomach of the gourd, while chanting "Annoying, annoying", while shaking his right arm, whipping the sea, splashing light and shadow.

Since Wang Zichuan was extremely bored, rushing into the door to find excitement, he was surrounded by countless voices, thoughts, thoughts, desires, feelings, and consciousness...... The intertwined and mixed ultra-exciting viper sound effect surrounds the stereo noise, which is not a whisper, but a whisper, which immediately makes Wang Zichuan's exciting desire to die, eager to tear himself apart, blend with the world, and live with heaven and earth.

Of course, he immediately used his natal talent, changed the rules, and weakened the influence, but in the middle of the sea, he could still feel swarms of bees and flies, charging from his left ear to his right ear, and after a scuffle, he entered from his right ear, marched in formation, and came out of his left ear. This made him feel very bad, and the whole person had no energy.

He first carried the lamp and floated on the sea by himself, then he felt bored and threw the lamp on the sea again, and stepped on the lamp to float, and then he felt that the shape of the oil lamp was very strange, so he mustered up the power that filled the room, and turned the oil lamp into a big gourd, so he rode the gourd, and felt a little happy.

His empty hand, like his loneliness, had nowhere to put it, which made him want to equip himself with a weapon to take advantage of, so he pulled out a Tai Chi whisk from the sea.

Wang Zichuan floated on the boundless sea for a long time, and he didn't encounter any strange things, and he didn't see any creatures, which made him more and more irritable and lonely.

He stopped, plunged the whisk into the sea, stirred it for a moment, and then slowly pulled upward, and as the white tail tassel broke away from the sea, a woman's figure was gradually elongated, full, and plump.

The long black hair that was as smooth as satin fell straight to the ground, and a blood-red crescent moon on her head gently pulled her black hair, her eyes were scarlet, and her expression was indifferent, but anyone who saw her would only feel that the beauty of the world was gathered here.

Wang Zichuan nodded with satisfaction, feeling that his imagination was good, this woman who was eight points similar to Emlyn was a puppet he imagined and could only exist here, yes, just a puppet without a soul. Although he borrowed the power of the heart, he could only reach this level if he didn't use his true skills, and he couldn't give her humanity.

So, he painted the cat and the tiger, and then pinched out the mother-in-law Gelman, Amon, Russell, Derick, Daniz and Chunas.

Wang Zichuan finally became happy and gave them flower baskets, flutes, and banana fans......

A group of people hula forward on the golden sea, startling bigger waves and waves, tossing and turning the whole sea as if rippling with the waves.

The fun didn't last long, and he looked at these stunning people and suddenly had a good idea.

This is the sea of the soul, where the power of white creation remains, and here is full of the song of true creation, so ......

Leomaster in the basement of the Abbey, Kersma in Beckland, Mr. Z in the Southern Continent, Lovia in Silver City, Heath Doyle on the Future, and all the Extraordinary who have passed through the True Creation Path of the Listener Stage have heard the oracle from the Lord.

Although each of them could hear different whispers, they all deciphered the same message from the obscure symbolism:

The Great Lord asked them to hold a continent-wide beauty contest, the contestants must be extraordinary in the path, regardless of gender, with a focus on male participation, to select the most beautiful believer, and the Aurora Society will be responsible for sending it to the easternmost relics of the Divine War in the Sunia Sea, and the Lord will open the door to the kingdom of God for the winner.

Wang Zichuan summoned his strength and set off stormy waves on the golden sea, and his dolls were scattered by the undulating waves, and then blown away by the wind, scattered to the ends of the earth.

He stood up, standing firmly on the big gourd, his right arm carrying the dust solemnly, his body was straight, his face was solemn, and he broke through the huge waves head-on, but his mouth was not idle.

"I stood in the gale, hated, and my heart ached, looking at the sky and the clouds in all directions, with the sword in my hand, and asked who is the hero in the world."

Humming this, he laughed a few times, and then continued to sing rather proudly.

"The aurora will be beautiful and red, and I only love the rose."

Isn't it reasonable that I, the symbol of rules and order, the representative of the rule and the subversion of order, can use the sea of the subconscious to distort the words of the true creation and falsely convey the divine decree to all who listen?

Hey, I'll see what kind of beauty the Aurora will be able to offer to their Lord!

But is there a boundary to the sea? The surface of the sea won't twist itself into a Möbius ring.

The sea finally calmed down, and Wang Zichuan Crusoe had no plot to write about, and it didn't take long for boredom and loneliness to start a new round of invasion, and he wanted to go back.

He stood on the gourd, drew his sword and looked around in a daze, he suddenly realized that he didn't know how to get out of here, and he didn't know where the previous door had gone, could he only violently break the barrier of power here?

Crane on the Future has already experienced a dark night, the collapsed abbey in the last dream is slowly repairing itself, and the previously completely collapsed hall and tower have barely passable gaps, and Crane, who has the ability to move autonomously, decides to find the black wooden door.

He didn't know which building the spiraling staircase was, nor where the wooden door was, so he could only enter through the square and the hall, looking for a way to pass, little by little.

The darkness was not long, and the first exploration of the dilapidated monastery was fruitless, and when another night fell, Crane found that the black buildings had been mostly restored, and although there were still ruins in many places, it was enough to allow a person to pass unimpeded.

At last, he saw the familiar staircase, the dim sunlight splashing through the stained glass on the winding black steps, and Crane patted the dust off his body and walked into the corridor to look carefully.

The strange black wooden door was quickly found by Crane, who held the doorknob and steadied himself, and with a twist of his wrist, he opened the wooden door.

"Heaven Descends"

The sudden golden light was a little dazzling, and the calamitous monastery building began to shake again, and Crane kept the door ajar, and the only breath revealed from it made him feel so strong that he didn't dare to really enter.

Wang Zichuan saw a beam of darkness piercing the bright space, and he instantly sensed that there was a connection with the outside world.

The gourd's ass suddenly erupted in flames, and it rushed into the darkness like a rocket.

Wang Zichuan just raised the idea of quickly moving to the position of the door, and the power of fantasy immediately embodied it according to the concept and way of thinking of the owner of the thought, so the fire gourd was launched.

Crane saw the familiar picture again, and a golden light "swished" out.