Chapter 148

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but chuckle.

In the grand theater, Sunday looked at the three divine remains floating before his eyes.

Mother of the Cluster Stars, Aeon of Harmony, Xipe.

The High-Hanging Judge, Aeon of Order, Tayzzyronth.

The Sand King, Aeon of Propagation, Tayzzyronth.

The bodies of the three Aeons hung in the grand theater, like puppets in a theater.

And beside Them, billions of dazzling light orbs floated.

That was everything accumulated by the residents of the dreamscape over four point five billion years.

"Not enough, need more, need even longer years."

Sunday murmured in a low voice.

Even the long accumulation of four point five billion years was still not enough to fight against the Disaster Empire.

It must be more and longer accumulation of years, accumulation reaching eternity, to be able to fight the Disaster Empire.

For this, he must make the time flow between the dreamscape and reality even more disparate.

Let every second of the outside world be equivalent to billions of years in the dreamscape...

"Hmm?"

Just at this moment, Sunday noticed a faint light shining at the corner of his eye.

【Ancient civilization perched in the galactic core, the infinite kingdom on the Birch World, the Eternal Empire】.

144. 【Seeing Yanqing】

"Quick... run quickly!!!!"

March 7th panted heavily, fleeing in the hotel corridor.

Behind her, those Penacony dreamscape residents with perfect smiles on their mouths were chasing relentlessly.

"Why can't we shake these guys off!"

March 7th glanced behind her and said, wanting to cry but having no tears.

They had been running for half a day, but they couldn't shake off the dreamscape residents behind them.

Sometimes, in the blink of an eye, they would inexplicably pop out from shadows, corners, and turns.

"... I will hold them off, you leave first." Welt Yang said in a low voice.

"Mr. Yang?!" March 7th widened her eyes and hurriedly shook her head: "It's too dangerous, Mr. Yang, you might die!"

"Death is not a very unfamiliar experience for me."

Welt Yang stopped his steps, turned around, and waved the cane in his hand; the surrounding gravity suddenly increased.

Space distorted, the walls let out a wail on the eve of collapse, and the torrent of gravity condensed into a black hole, wanting to suck those dreamscape residents into it...

However, those dreamscape residents all passed through the black hole released by Welt Yang as if nothing had happened, standing before him with perfect smiles on their mouths.

As if they completely ignored the torrent of gravity released by Welt Yang.

Or rather... directly ignored gravity itself?!

"You can't trap them like this." A voice suddenly rang in Welt Yang's ear.

"Who?!" March 7th, standing to the side, was panicked; she also heard this voice.

"A ghost?!" Stelle widened her eyes: "Quick, go invite the Luofu Xianzhou Talismans!"

"Do not worry, members of the Astral Express, our goals are the same."

A gentle, charming voice, like velvet, echoed in the ears of the Astral Express members.

A strange fragrance permeated the air, and the dreamscape shattered layer by layer like a stained-glass window.

"This dreamscape relies on everything they have built over four point five billion years; in other words, this dreamscape itself is their extension."

"The rules of this dreamscape are controlled by them; in this, you cannot defeat them."

As this voice rang out, pairs of hands made of pitch-black memory substance stretched out from the shattered dreamscape, violently grabbing the Astral Express members.

"Hey?!" March 7th was panicked, wanting to break free from the restraints.

"Do not worry, I will not harm you all..."

The gentle voice rang out again, and March 7th only felt the things before her eyes become hazy for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, she was dragged into the cracks formed by the shattered dreamscape by these pairs of pitch-black arms.

The things before her eyes became bizarre, like a kaleidoscope.

When the things before her eyes became clear again, March 7th discovered that she was lying in a shallow seawater.

This seawater was like a mirror, extending to the boundless horizon, reflecting the stars in the sky.

March 7th looked closely and discovered that those stars were actually the brilliant lights of a city.

She raised her head and discovered that above her head were the moments of Penacony reflected in the sky.

Only, between her and this seawater, there was a faint golden light wall, and a layer of mist was entwined on the wall.

"Where exactly is this..." March 7th widened her eyes and scratched her head in confusion.

"This is a small fragment of the Garden of Recollection, a place covered by the mist of thought, a place protected by the brilliance of the Amber Lord, and also the only safe place in this dreamscape."

A voice slowly fell from the sky; it was a woman with silky light purple hair, dressed like a fortune teller.

"Who are you?" Welt Yang frowned, looking at the woman who had dragged them into this area.

"The Garden of Recollection of memory... the mysterious mist of thought... the protection of Preservation, who exactly are you?"

"I only provided the cornerstone that constitutes this area, just a fragment of the Garden of Recollection."

The woman who looked like a fortune teller shook her head, fell from mid-air, and tapped the water surface with her toes:

"I am Black Swan, a Memokeeper of the Garden of Recollection, following Fuli's will to investigate the problems of Penacony."

"And I, too, have been trapped here for four point five billion years."

Listening to the words spoken by the woman who called herself Black Swan, Welt Yang frowned slightly, his eyes carrying a hint of suspicion.

Facing the suspicion of the few Astral Express members, Black Swan shook her head gently: "As expected, I should have let your acquaintances come to talk."

"Teacher Stelle, Teacher Dan Heng, March 7th." A voice familiar to the Astral Express members rang out.

"You finally came, it's been too long..."

Following the voice, everyone saw a blond, white-clothed youth sitting on the sea surface not far away.

Although he was a youth, his face carried deep vicissitudes, and his eyes carried the turbidity only old people have.

What was most eerie was that there seemed to be some kind of branch squirming faintly in his body.

"Yan... Seeing Yanqing?!" Looking at the youth's face, March 7th gasped.

"It's me..." Seeing Yanqing revealed a bitter smile, looked at the people before him, and said: "Outside, how long has passed."

"Is the General... okay?"

"..." The Astral Express members looked at each other.

"When we came in... only one hour had passed." March 7th told this news to Seeing Yanqing in a low voice.

"One hour... so it was only one hour." Seeing Yanqing laughed dryly.

"What exactly is going on?" Welt Yang asked softly: "What exactly happened to you all."

"This... is a long story." Seeing Yanqing shook his head: "Let's just talk about what happened after we entered Penacony."

"We did some investigations and also reached some cooperation with other forces."

"We discovered that three Aeons were imprisoned, imprisoned in the deepest part of the dreamscape."

"Sunday wants to use their power to make the time flow in the dreamscape different from the outside world."

Seeing Yanqing was silent for a moment, as if he had flipped out these contents from the deepest part of his memory:

"We were determined to stop him, to stop Sunday; the Luofu Xianzhou, the Garden of Recollection, the IPC, and the mysterious forces hidden locally in Penacony, the four of us cooperated, wanting to kill Sunday."

"But the situation was worse than we imagined... Xipe, the Aeon of Harmony... She, She was not bound."

"She followed Sunday's summons and voluntarily became the core of this dreamscape."

"At that time, we truly knew Sunday's goal."

Seeing Yanqing said in a low voice:

"The Disaster Empire is very likely to descend, perhaps in the not-too-distant future."

"But if this not-too-distant time can be stretched, stretched to be as long as eternity, wouldn't that be fine."

"Sunday doesn't want to create a utopia in a corner; accurately speaking, all the residents in this dreamscape are just his primitive accumulation."