Chapter 149

"Everything he accumulated over four point five billion years is to let this dreamscape cover the entire universe."

145. 【Lord of the Dreamscape, Prisoner of Time】

"Cover the entire universe?" Welt Yang gasped and repeated in disbelief.

Yanqing nodded powerlessly, his eyes filled with sorrow that could not be melted away: "That's right, Sunday wants to drag the entire universe into this fake dreamscape to resist the descent of the Disaster Empire. But he doesn't know that such behavior will only drag everyone into eternal void."

"Four point five billion years..." March 7th murmured to herself, the numb and hollow eyes of those dreamscape residents appearing in her mind, and a chill couldn't help but rise in her heart, "Is this the eternity Sunday wants? Turning everyone into walking corpses, sinking forever into fake happiness?"

"No, this is not eternity, this is a cage, a grave!" Stelle clenched her fists fiercely, flames of anger flickering in her eyes.

"Then what should we do?" March 7th asked anxiously, "We must stop Sunday, we cannot let him destroy the entire universe!"

Black Swan sighed gently, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes: "I'm sorry, members of the Astral Express, with your power, you cannot stop Sunday. He has now obtained the power of the Aeon of Harmony; the power of the dreamscape has already exceeded your imagination."

"Then are we just going to sit and wait for death?" Welt Yang asked in a deep voice, the cane in his hand striking the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

"No, there is one more way." Yanqing took a deep breath and said slowly, "We need to find the other two Aeons, the Aeon of Order, Tayzzyronth, and the Aeon of Propagation, Tayzzyronth. Only by gathering the power of the three Aeons can we contend with Sunday."

"But where should we go to find these two Aeons?" March 7th asked.

"I know the whereabouts of the Aeon of Order, Tayzzyronth." Black Swan suddenly spoke, "He is imprisoned in Penacony's 'Time Theater'. That is the source of Sunday's power and the core of the entire dreamscape."

"Time Theater..." Welt Yang pondered for a moment, a hint of resolve flashing in his eyes, "Okay, let's go to the Time Theater! No matter what, we must stop Sunday!"

"Wait," Yanqing suddenly called out to everyone, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face, "The Time Theater is the most dangerous place in the entire dreamscape; if we go there rashly like this, I'm afraid..."

"I know what you are worried about, Yanqing." Welt Yang patted him on the shoulder, his tone firm, "But we have no other choice. For the General, for the entire universe, we must give it a try!"

Yanqing was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, let's go together!"

"Very good, then let's set off!" Welt Yang waved his hand, fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

Black Swan looked at the people before her, a meaningful smile hooking at the corner of her mouth.

"I wish you good luck, brave pioneers. May the stars guide your path, and may you be able to defeat the darkness and welcome the dawn of the morning."

As soon as the words fell, she gently waved the staff in her hand, and a golden light gate appeared before everyone.

"This is the road to the Time Theater; pass through it, and you will face Sunday directly, face the root of this catastrophe." Black Swan's voice echoed in everyone's ears, "Remember, time waits for no one, you must hurry!"

Welt Yang took a deep breath and was the first to step into the light gate.

"For the General, for the universe, charge!" March 7th followed closely behind, firm light flickering in her eyes.

Stelle and Yanqing looked at each other and also stepped into the light gate resolutely.

Following a dizzying sensation, the scene before everyone changed suddenly.

They arrived in a magnificent and spectacular theater.

On the dome of the theater, stars were dotted, as if it were a vast universe.

And in the center of the theater's stage stood a huge golden clock.

The hands of the clock were spinning crazily, making a heart-palpitating "tick-tock" sound, as if urging something.

And below this clock stood a man wearing a black tuxedo and a top hat.

He had his back to everyone, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the terrifying aura emanating from him made everyone feel a sense of suffocation.

"Welcome to the Time Theater, my guests."

The man slowly turned around, revealing a pale and handsome face.

A wicked smile hooked at the corner of his mouth, and crazy light flickered in his eyes.

"I am Sunday, the director of this play."

"And you are the protagonists of this play."

"Now, the performance begins..."

Sunday's words were like carrying an echo, reverberating in the empty and grand Time Theater, striking everyone's eardrums and striking their hearts.

Welt Yang gripped the cane in his hand and looked at Sunday before him with a solemn expression. He felt unprecedented pressure from this man who called himself the "director"; it was a power that transcended the Aeons, as if he could manipulate time and play with fate at will.

"What do you want to do?" Welt Yang asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible trembling.

"Me? I just want to invite you all to witness this grand performance together." Sunday said, snapping his fingers.

On the stage of the Time Theater, dazzling light suddenly lit up. The light dissipated, and three figures appeared before everyone.

Those were three Aeons bound by chains.

Mother of the Cluster Stars, Aeon of Harmony, Xipe; at this moment, her face had lost its past gentleness, replaced by numbness and emptiness, as if she were a puppet that had lost its soul.

The High-Hanging Judge, Aeon of Order, Tayzzyronth; his eyes, originally as sharp as a falcon's, were now closed, and a faint light emanated from his body, as if he were resisting the erosion of some power.

And the Sand King, Aeon of Propagation, Tayzzyronth, had fallen into a state of frenzy; he kept struggling and roaring, trying to break free from the restraints, but it was to no avail.

"What did you do to them!" Yanqing roared, his fists clenched, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

"I am just helping them, helping them find their true home." Sunday said lightly, as if talking about a trivial matter, "Look, how peaceful they are now, no longer needing to bear those heavy responsibilities, no longer needing to face those unsolvable problems."

"Peaceful? You call this peaceful?" March 7th pointed at the frenzied Tayzzyronth and scolded, "Look at him, he is now like a caged beast, where is there any appearance of an Aeon left!"

"That is because he is not pure enough, there are still too many distracting thoughts in his heart." Sunday shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of regret, "Only by abandoning everything can one obtain true freedom, can one integrate into this eternal paradise."

"Bullshit! You are just escaping, deceiving yourself and others!" Stelle pointed at Sunday and cursed, "You think that by dragging everyone into your dreamscape, you can escape the threat of the Disaster Empire? You are wrong! By doing this, you will only make everyone your prisoners, sinking forever into fake happiness!"

"Shut up!" The smile on Sunday's face disappeared instantly, replaced by endless coldness and anger, "You frogs in the well don't understand at all what true happiness is! You only deserve to live in ignorance and fear!"

·· ··Seeking flowers·· 0

"I will let you see today what true power is!"

Sunday said, suddenly raising his right hand and pointing to the sky.

On the dome of the Time Theater, that vast starry sky suddenly began to twist and rotate, eventually forming a huge vortex.

At the center of the vortex was a deep darkness, as if it were a passage leading to another world.

"I will open the door to the eternal paradise and take the entire universe into my embrace!" Sunday's voice became high-pitched and fanatical, as if he were a devout believer offering everything to his god, "And you, who dare to stop me, will all become the dust of history!"

"Oh no, he is going to..." Welt Yang's face changed drastically, realizing the seriousness of the matter.

"Stop him!" Yanqing shouted, his figure flashing, turning into a golden lightning bolt and charging toward Sunday.

"Seeking death!" Sunday snorted coldly, waving his right hand, and a black lightning bolt shot out from his fingertips, striking Yanqing directly.

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"Yanqing, watch out!" March 7th exclaimed, the longbow in her hand pulled to the full, and an arrow flickering with cold light broke through the air, colliding with the black lightning.

Boom!

A loud noise, the arrow and the lightning exploded simultaneously, turning into light dust filling the sky.

"Just by relying on you, you want to stop me?" Sunday smiled disdainfully, his eyes full of mockery and contempt, "Overestimating your capabilities!"

Yanqing was shaken back several steps by the aftermath of the black lightning, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. After Sunday obtained the power of the Aeon of Harmony, his strength had far exceeded their estimates; at this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the master of the dreamscape, with every move containing power that could destroy the world.

"Damn it, how did this guy's power become so strong?" Yanqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling secretly shocked in his heart.

"Don't be discouraged, Yanqing, we still have a chance!" Welt Yang's voice rang out behind him, carrying a firm power, "Don't forget, we still have the General!"

As soon as the words fell, the cane in Welt Yang's hand paused fiercely, and a powerful gravitational wave spread outward with him as the center.

"Gravitational Turbulence!"

The space of the Time Theater trembled violently, as if it would collapse at any moment. Sunday also had to divert part of his attention to resist this sudden gravitational turbulence.

"Now is the time!" March 7th seized this opportunity, the longbow in her hand turning into a stream of light, instantly shooting out dozens of arrows.

These arrows were not physical entities but were condensed from pure star energy, each containing terrifying power sufficient to destroy a mountain peak.

"Small tricks!" Sunday snorted coldly, waving his right hand, and a black barrier appeared before him, blocking all the arrows.

"It's useless, your power is too weak, you cannot shake me at all!" Sunday looked at the people before him, as if looking at a group of ants, "Give up, obediently become a part of my eternal paradise!"

"Who said we gave up!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out in the Time Theater, like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's hearts.

A golden light descended from the sky, illuminating the entire Time Theater. The light dissipated, and a figure wearing golden armor and holding a long spear appeared before everyone.

"General!"

"General Hearing Jing Yuan!" force.

146. 【Disordered Star Rails】

Yanqing, March 7th, and Stelle were ecstatic to see the person who had arrived, as if seeing a ray of hope in the abyss of despair.

"Hearing Jing Yuan..." Welt Yang looked at this young General before him, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He had originally thought that he was prepared to sacrifice himself. But the moment he saw Hearing Jing Yuan appear, he realized that he still longed to survive, to be able to witness the victory of this war with his own eyes.

"Sorry, I'm late." Hearing Jing Yuan nodded slightly to everyone, then turned to look at Sunday, a trace of sharp killing intent flashing in his eyes, "You are Sunday? Daring to hurt my subordinates, today I will make you pay the price!"

"Oh? You are that legendary 'Heaven-Sent Genius' Hearing Jing Yuan?" Sunday looked at Hearing Jing Yuan before him with interest, "Doesn't look like much."

"Whether it 'doesn't look like much', you will soon know!" Hearing Jing Yuan said, the long spear in his hand pointing at Sunday, "Come on, let me see how much ability you actually have!"