"Boom!" The crisp sound like a flood bell made Lin Ru wake up from his sleep and open his eyes.

He first made sure that he was not in the maze, at least not in his own home. Judging from the feeling, it seems to be in my own dream tower world, but the scene in front of me is different from the past.

In the original dream tower world, except for the lonely five-story magic tower, there was only a bright starry sky, full of up, down, left and right, in all directions. is so bright that ordinary people may get tired of it if they look at it more. It's just an astronomical idiot, looking at the sky as a child, dreaming of connecting the stars in the sky like the ancient Greeks, and arranging some lingering and melancholy stories about the second grade.

But now this starry sky is like breaking a big dye vat, there are all kinds of colors, even the monotonous starlight is dyed colorful. But it's not colorful, it's terrible. It's like taking art class in elementary school and eventually washing the water into a color when you wash the palette.

The magic tower in it was struggling to operate. In the past, all nightmares or demons who strayed into this world would die tragically from the white destructive rays of this seemingly boundless starlight. The remains are then reduced to the most basic bricks and wood, filled in the voids of the magic tower, or newly built equipment. Maybe most of it was wasted, but anyway, it was picked up for nothing, and it didn't feel distressed.

But this time the situation is different from the last time when the World Tree Wadwo was promoted, someone who was hit by the tide of dimensional energy played three-dimensional Tetris in the dream world. Although it came quickly and urgently, this time it was pouring into this world in one go, and it directly crashed here.

It's as if water is a good thing, as long as it's obediently in a river, in a stream, in a pipe, in a pool, in a water dispenser. But if there is so much water that it overflows the embankment and floods one or two floors in one breath, the water becomes a disaster.

Despite this, the Dream Magic Tower is still trying to find a thread from this mess, and draw out this messy energy and turn it into the base material for building the tower. But that speed was like a flood that flooded the entire city, and it was useless to rely on a small household pump to pump the flood into a river that was already above the embankment.

However, someone knows very well that the key to waking up in this world is not this magic tower that is running to death, but the multi-layered magic array in the sky. That is the core formation of the World Tree, which can transform all kinds of alien energy into nutrients to maintain its own survival and growth. The area is huge, far exceeding the scale of the Dream Tower.

This magic circle will be recognized as a peek into the secrets they never pass on when they were assisting the World Tree Wadwo and Lahti of the Pyathaime Kingdom. It is estimated that the two trees did not know their most secret parts, and they were exposed to someone's eyes.

At least, Lin had never learned anything like that from other texts, magicians, or druids. It's not something that the World Tree just opens up for people to see. So someone has always had the pleasure of sneaking around.

But the magic array in front of him was far more complicated than the two he had seen. If it weren't for the similarity of the basic structure, no one would be sure if it was that thing. In other words, there is a younger than the younger Wadwo, and the stunted Lahti, the higher-ranking turtledove alliance Takaza to help him? And it also suppressed nearly one-third of the chaotic energy in one go.

Suddenly, another chime sounded no less than the sound of waking up oneself, melodious and reverberating in this seemingly boundless space.

Another multi-layered magic array that was not inferior to the existing one in the sky occupied another nightfall, suppressing one-third of the chaotic energy at the same time.

The two magic arrays were equal in size, but they seemed to be inside and outside each other, swallowing and spitting, and they coordinated just right.

Beginning with these two magic arrays, the sound of gold and iron continued to sound, either sharp or low, loud or soft. The multi-layered magic array that appeared ensued was also large and small in scale, and the form was different. In the end, there were twenty-one magic arrays in total, not only suppressing all the disordered energy, but even beginning to transform and clean up this side of the world.

The way it was cleaned up was also special, not to add bricks to that lonely magic tower. Instead, the colorful,-like and smelly gutter energy is reeled into silk threads. The number of threads that can be reeled by different scales of multi-layer magic arrays is also different, basically the larger the magic array, the more silk threads can be made at the same time.

The eight kinds of silk threads with distinct colors are then concentrated in the same place, and the warp and weft are separated, some are shuttled, and some are jacquard. It's as if there's an invisible jacquard machine in operation, weaving a piece of cloth that implies some kind of law.

The speed of weaving is very fast, and the woven cloth will be turned up from side to side, rolled into a cylinder, and circled around the bottom to form a sphere. Coiled in a circle, after a ball is coiled, it will go down to the next layer, so that the ball is getting bigger and bigger. After a while, the dream world became much clearer, and the messy-colored energy became thinner.

I thought that things would end like this, but I didn't expect that the chaos that was about to be wiped out suddenly rose again, filling every visible place. It's even a little more intense than what someone sees when they wake up.

The twenty-one multi-layer multi-layered magic arrays were still running, but it was obvious that the number of filaments had decreased a lot. There are also a few smaller ones, and there are no silk threads at all. Originally, the magic array that operated in large traps and small circles even had a tendency to reverse luck.

The five-story magic tower, which had been weak and difficult before, also joined the ranks of suppression and silk reeling to level the situation. Although it is not like the beginning, the momentum is violent, and all the chaotic energy is swallowed in one go, but it is also carried out in an orderly manner.

Even the several magic arrays that had been forced to stop have resumed normal operation. There are fewer threads, but the operation is very smooth, and there is no lag or obscurity.

If you look closely, you will find an anomaly. It was the five-story magic tower in this dream realm that not only swallowed the chaotic energy, reeled into silk threads, and even built the foundation of the tower, but also gradually faded and dissipated, turning into a part of the silk threads, and finally weaving into a ball.

"What are you thinking?" The fat house avatar appeared behind someone and asked.

Lin glanced back, and the thin secondary incarnation wearing a middle school uniform was standing on the other side. "I'm thinking, this is the thing I guessed, how likely it is."

The three of me looked up together. Although there are eight colors of silk thread, no one can see what kind of pattern the invisible jacquard machine weaves, or what kind of order the jacquard is in which order. Only the finished cloth was constantly woven and coiled into the ball that someone guessed was the 'Godhead'.

If you stare at the ball, it seems to condense a unique set of permutations and combinations from countless possibilities, and it will be repeated over and over again. Just like Lin checked the divine power of the god of the epidemic that cursed him at the beginning, and later secretly recorded it due to fate, the divine power of the three gods of mystery, fate, and protection.

"But the question is, what concept are we going to use to condense the Godhead?"

Three, I looked at each other.

"Gossip!" The fat house turned into a fist and shouted, quite a hammer finale.

"But why is the gossip you said and the gossip I think have a good chance that it is not the same gossip." The original Lin Hu said suspiciously.

The fat house incarnate smiled and did not respond to such a question. And all three of me have the same idea, the god of gossip, expandable concepts: voyeurism, tailing, eavesdropping, far-fetched, adding fuel to the vinegar, and then getting a bunch of paparazzi to be heroic spirits.

In this way, it is guaranteed to become the most god-hating existence in the Six Realms and Three Realms, and belongs to the kind of existence that sees it once and hits it once, and kills it. It is estimated that street rats are still relatively popular.

The original Lin Yi shuddered and said tremblingly: "If you want to die, just kill yourself." Why bother looking for all kinds of fancy ways to die? ”

"Then you say, what godhead do you want to condense?" Fat House asked rhetorically. But the answer was the incarnation of the middle two, saying, "Maybe before you think about that kind of thing again, let's think about a question first." ”

The three are all themselves, so everyone knows this problem, but they just haven't said it. So: Is there a need to unite the Godhead?

Before today, no such preparation had been made. It can be said that the scene in front of me is the result of being driven to the shelves. In particular, what kind of concept can represent oneself is a question that has never been thought about. And obviously, there is a situation in front of me that has to think about it, and there is no time to think about it.

In this case, if you find a direction in a hurry, you can jump down, can you change it in the future? After establishing the Godhead with the first concept, is there room for improvement in the future?

Because I was not prepared, and I didn't even have the so-called beliefs. A concept that you don't even believe, or don't believe in, can condense in your own hands.

The path of 'science' to become a god seems to be very attractive. But do you dare to say that you are the first person in the scientific community? In the fan, he calls himself so, but he is just a short man who picks a general. In fact, when I returned to that environment on Earth, I was nothing in front of that group of really top cattle. If you don't have the self-confidence to stand out from the crowd, how can you reach the top with this concept?

It is conceivable that even if he condenses his godhead now, he will only be the lowest level of weak divine power.

As for the gods that actually existed, Lin had of course studied them after coming to the Lost Land. The most important thing is to understand the history of the gods that have been made public, and to understand who can and cannot be offended. However, the conclusion is related to 'God', and it is best not to be offended if you can not be offended.

However, the division between weak divine power, medium divine power, and strong divine power is like a chasm that cannot be crossed, and no god climbs from weak all the way up to strong. It is also possible that there are no such examples because the history of the new god system is not very long.

And more importantly, do you have to be bound by such power? The Godhead that represents a concept is the ultimate in this conceptual system, and it is not a cage that restricts the existence of staying in this position.

The three of them glanced at each other and came to a conclusion: "I'd rather be the head of the chicken than the queen of the cow!" ”