Chapter 186: Dream Discourse

Boom!

The Underworld rift shook violently; the Dream Kingdom and the "End" feathered serpent collided once again, the terrifying aftermath already making the entire Southern Continent tremble.

Chumen sat within the Dream Kingdom, which swayed slightly, yet remained firm even under the symbol of the "End."

Just then, at a certain moment, Chumen suddenly turned his head to look outside the Underworld rift.

A familiar aura was fading away.

"It is the 'Order Shadow'..." Chumen's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

"Solomon is dead!" The "Death" opposite him, having a clearer perception of death, confirmed the identity of the deceased immediately.

The "River of Eternal Darkness" recorded all of this; even the True Gods could not escape.

"Dead..." Chumen suddenly tilted his head, his eyes holding something more than just curiosity and wantonness.

"Ha! Could it be that a True God possessing the ability to resurrect must die once to prove themselves?" Chumen suddenly laughed.

"Next, the one to die will be the 'True Creator', the 'Hidden Emperor', the 'Craftsman'!" Salinger said coldly, "All your allies will perish in this battle, and in the end, it will be you."

"'Death'?" Chumen thought about it seriously, "Truly a bad word."

"But this will be your final destination."

"Sigh..." Chumen's senses had already extended to the entire world, truly perceiving the entire process of Solomon's aura perishing.

This feeling was very bad, causing a subtle change in his mood.

"I am a bit unhappy now." The current Chumen would not hide it at all; his emotions were written all over his face.

"I should do something..." Something deep within Chumen's heart, like an undercurrent in the deep sea, began to gradually rise and churn.

And with his current status, what he thought would come to pass.

"Chumen." Suddenly, a voice came from the palace at the highest point of the Dream Kingdom.

It came from Sasriel.

"Your state is not right." Another voice sounded, gentle and filled with a sense of tranquility.

"Can you throw your little apprentice further away? He is a bit annoying." The tone was slightly arrogant, with the characteristics of the Blood Clan.

"..." Chumen's brows furrowed slightly; these voices were his most stable and powerful "Anchors."

"Understood." Chumen's expression softened, and he nodded with a smile, "Leave the matters below to me."

"I always feel I should say something." Chumen walked out of the Dream Kingdom, his eyes fixed on the vigilant "End" feathered serpent.

"Then..."

Chumen extended his right hand and drew the Spear of Destiny from the void.

"... Die!" Dream said.

The Spear of Destiny in Chumen's hand traced a perfect trajectory through space at a speed exceeding light.

"Roar!" At this moment, Salinger felt an incomparable crisis of death; all his feathers stood on end, and he roared, using the symbol of the "End" to its limit.

But at this moment, the will of Dream could not be defied.

Dream Phosphor exploded from within Salinger's body; that was the hidden mine Chumen had planted on the Unique of the "Red Priest." Strictly speaking, the Blood Emperor had also died because of this.

A massive amount of Dream Phosphor exploded from within his body; Salinger's feathered serpent body suddenly froze, watching with despair as that stream of light pierced through the domain of the "End" and bored through his body.

"You..." Salinger still wanted to say something.

"Shh." Chumen raised a finger to his lips as a signal.

Salinger struggled to turn his eyeballs, looking past the rift of the Underworld toward Reality.

The stream of light that had pierced his body did not stop, but arrived above the Solomon Empire, transforming into a ray of light.

"This place forbids..." A voice of shock and anger sounded, but this time the rules established by the "Judge" encountered severe obstruction, unable to even condense into form.

"... Die!" The voice of Dream only then reached the Real World, ringing in everyone's ears.

This voice possessed unimaginable power, seemingly stripping the "Judge" of the ability to establish rules, making rules contrary to the will of Dream forever unable to take shape.

The world went quiet, and countless people even saw the same image in their eyes.

The stream of light transformed from the Spear of Destiny carried an unimaginable aura as it crashed into Solomon's palace, piercing into the chest of the "Night Emperor" Trensost.

The "Night Emperor" was in the same situation as the "Underworld Emperor"; a burst of Dream Phosphor suddenly surged from the Brass Book, pinning his body down, preventing him from conceptualizing and merging into the rules to avoid this calamity.

"..."

All things were silent, only the will of Dream remained.

"Return." Dream said.

At this moment, the shattered Black Emperor statues in the hearts of the citizens of the Solomon Empire re-condensed, and as if in a trance, they heard the Emperor's majestic voice once again.

At this moment, the unique resurrection rule of the "Black Emperor" skipped the loading phase and produced a result.

Those three Sequence 1 Characteristics and the Black Emperor Crown suddenly aggregated, and a shadow of order reappeared in the entire world.

Solomon's body was somewhat stiff, his spirit somewhat solidified; he could not even understand the current situation.

His consciousness was still stuck at the moment he was killed by the three True Gods just before.

He had prepared for his resurrection, but that might have been hundreds of years later; yet now, his perception of the world seemed somewhat disordered—it seemed to have only been a few hundred... seconds.

There is one more... Chumen looked toward the Forsaken Land of the Gods.

"Teacher!"

Chumen's gaze slid past Bethel and Amon, falling upon the "Beauty Goddess" Aornia.

His expression began to become more serious, because the moment he looked at Aornia, the one on the Moon moved.

A huge Red Moon occupied the entire sky.

The red on the surface of the Red Moon heaved, coming to life.

It was a crimson sea, drowning everything and dyeing the entire Moon red.

At this moment, the blood-colored ocean rapidly condensed toward the center, piling up continuously to become a phantom that was entirely blood-red, its specific appearance impossible to discern.

Countless eyes grew upon the phantom, all of them looking toward the Dream in the Underworld of Earth.

Terrifying crimson waves surged toward Earth, and at the same time, the other Outer Gods were also intensifying their erosion of the Barrier.

Sss!

The original Barrier seemed to be trembling, directly triggering anomalies across the entire planet of Earth.

Chumen watched all of this without expression and spoke once more.

"Extinguish!" Dream said.

The body of Beauty Goddess Aornia turned directly into a Dream Fantasy Bubble, within which countless points of light condensed; it was the Characteristic of Immortality.

Outside of this Characteristic, wisps of red moonlight were also condensing, attempting to continue eroding that Beauty Goddess Characteristic.

But a more powerful force erupted, and the surging Dream Phosphor directly submerged these red moonlights.

Dream was demonstrating its own status and power in the most overbearing way.

It was like the Ancient Sun God who displayed the Authority of the Creator in the early Third Epoch.