Chapter 183: Dream

"You are crazy."

Salinger's gaze made Chumen feel a sense of familiarity; the last deity to have such a gaze was the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor.

Of course, in the eyes of this "Underworld Emperor" and "Death" before him, there was not only extreme madness and indifference, but also a kind of... appetite directed at Chumen.

"Dream..." Salinger's voice was somewhat distant and ethereal, as if it had come from the far-off Western Continent. For a moment, Chumen could not even distinguish if this was the "River of Eternal Darkness."

"Only now, at this moment, do I know what kind of thing you truly are." In Salinger's pair of indifferent pupils, flames of alternating pale and crimson colors burned.

The entire Space, especially the tributary of the "River of Eternal Darkness" beneath the altar, was gradually trending toward madness, with waves rolling violently.

"My original plan was to swallow 'Evernight' and 'Twilight' before eating you."

"After all, the best food needs to be saved for last to be savored."

The corners of Salinger's mouth hooked up, taking on a somewhat human feeling, like a starving person looking at the finest delicacy.

"You can no longer suppress the desire for convergence, can you?"

The Fourth Pillar will not actively converge before the universe enters the process of Destruction, so what Salinger craved most remained "Evernight" and "Twilight," which were adjacent to His Pathway.

And him... to put it bluntly, who wouldn't want to eat his Dream?

"Succubus of the Old Days," "Mysterious Tang Monk"—these aren't just empty words... Chumen joked to himself.

"Since you have delivered yourself to my door, then I will eat you first."

Salinger did not deny it; a madman is not much different from a fool, never considering other issues, only needing to "eat."

"Many people have expressed such an attitude before me; you are not even the most powerful one, but they are all dead."

Chumen opened the Dream Book, hesitated for a moment, and tore off the four pages representing "Authority."

Salinger's pupils shrank, and his expression turned grave.

What is the state of a deity who has fused all Unique items and controls the Source Quality?

From the ignorant First Epoch, the only one who had ever achieved this level was the Ancient Sun God, and because He had not yet completely accommodated the Source Quality, He was not considered a complete Oldest One.

A long time ago, Chumen had been able to separate the Unique items of the four Authorities from the Dream Book.

The Doomsday had not yet arrived, and the status of a Half-Old One was completely enough to crush the entire field, and Chumen was also slightly resistant to going further; there was a high probability... there was a trap.

But now, it was indeed necessary.

As for the ritual to accommodate the Unique items, it could be supplemented later.

Hum!

The four Unique items entered Chumen's body one after another. At this moment, Chumen naturally displayed his own Fantasy Mythical Form, and countless tentacles spread out in this dark Space.

"Let me see what a 'Pillar' is, and what a 'Symbol' is."

Chumen looked at Salinger and spoke softly, carrying some curiosity and some longing.

His pupils reflected the Starry Sky, like a child looking up at the Starry Sky for the first time, filled only with clarity.

But this kind of gaze made Salinger, who was already a Half-Old One, sink in his heart, having a bad premonition.

He had known Chumen since the Second Epoch and was accustomed to that Dream with its overly abundant humanity; now, facing these Dream eyes that lacked the slightest human emotion, he felt uneasy.

This natural Mythical Creature probably did not know that those ignorant children among humans had the same expression when pouring boiling hot water into an anthill.

Now, Salinger was that "ant."

Boom!

The water of the "River of Eternal Darkness" surged madly, already beginning to submerge the bone altar, and it was at this moment that those Dream tentacles lashed down fiercely.

Like sea tides colliding, stirring up countless streams of light, and amidst the light, Salinger reached out and plunged his hand into his own body, pulling out a rib flickering with a rust-like color.

This rib transformed into a black and red scythe, and an aura of the collapse of all things and the end of the universe surged out from this scythe.

"Interesting?" Chumen tilted his head, reached out, and grabbed a scythe identical to the first from the void, also possessing that aura of collapse that made one fearful.

Fantasy becomes reality; with just a thought, He had already replicated a weapon at the level of a Half-Old One.

This is not "Reality," but "Dream."

After forcibly fusing the four Unique items, He was already like the "Ancient Sun God" who had initially grasped "Omniscient and Omnipotent," having initially grasped the "Dream" Authority.

Chumen's figure flashed, appearing directly before Salinger's body, and the Death scythe in his hand drew a dark red trajectory.

Bang!

Salinger also swung the Death scythe, and the two scythes of the same style and same aura collided.

Bang!

An intense aura of collapse and Destruction burst forth from the point where the two scythes collided, intense enough to make the Space where this "River of Eternal Darkness" was located tremble violently.

But this time, the Death scythe in Chumen's hand was eroded by some kind of power and began to collapse.

"Eh, not as pure as yours? Could this be a 'Symbol'?" Chumen seemed to understand yet not, waving his hand to disperse the scythe in his hand.

Without the Symbol of "Doomsday," the scythe He replicated possessed Authorities like "Death" and "Calamity," but lacked higher-level power.

But as Chumen's opponent, Salinger froze the moment he saw the Death scythe, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Chumen had not replicated all of His "Symbols."

After becoming a Half-Old One, He had indeed mastered a kind of power that was more abstract and harder to fathom than Authority, which was the Symbol of "Doomsday."

"It seems only a Symbol can deal with you." In the initial test of the "Dream" Authority, Salinger had already gained Insight into the terror of this Authority, so he chose "Symbol" as his "weapon."

The flames in Salinger's pupils flared up, becoming intense to the extreme, and then exploded.

In the most violent explosion, a kind of power that was more abstract and more indescribable than a concept appeared on Salinger.

This was the most powerful strength He had obtained after forcibly fusing the "Red Priest" Pathway with the status of "Death" to become a Half-Old One; although it was not complete, it was already enough.

"Truly... wonderful." Chumen blinked, and one of the Dream tentacles directly Steal a wisp of aura from Salinger.

Sizzle!

After that Dream tentacle Steal the power of that Symbol, it collapsed directly, unable to even maintain the essence of the Dream Phosphor, turning into the most primitive chaotic energy.

"Today you will become my food." Seeing this scene, Salinger gradually hooked the corners of his mouth, already unable to wait to enjoy the "delicacy" that even "God" could not taste.

"Very good! I am very satisfied!" Chumen clapped his hands lightly, as if celebrating the birth of "Doomsday."

All the Dream tentacles were also dancing wildly, causing the entire Space to tremble uncontrollably.