The light of the dream sun penetrates the stained glass windows and projects on the stone slab, and Stan Tito just kneels in the center of the overlapping light.
The god on the altar looked at Stan Tito and didn't speak for a while.
The craftsmen under the altar bowed their heads humbly, feeling uneasy in their hearts.
When Yu's heart sank to the bottom, God finally spoke.
God said.
"Actually, I don't want to give you the creative power of dreams, because I'm not sure whether this power brings hope or destruction."
"It's like Ruhe's power. It came to help you build your homeland, but in the end it became a giant monster of destruction."
"Perhaps by giving you this power, you will perish faster."
"Although I haven't paid much attention to you, I still hope that you will last longer."
"Even if."
"Your civilization is bound to be destroyed in the long river of time. I still hope that the civilization created by Ledlich will shine brightly and leave enough traces."
God's words did not stop, but continued.
"but."
"Sheila said she would like to believe in your possibilities, and she begged again and again to give you another chance."
"She always said that you will create great miracles, but you just lack an opportunity."
Standing on the right side of the altar, Sheila, the messenger of the gods, bent down and bowed respectfully to the gods.
Stan Tito's mood fluctuated as if he fell from a high mountain to a valley, but at the end of hearing it, his mood completely calmed down.
Because he truly realized the benevolence of the gods, as well as his greatness.
He glanced at the messenger Sheila gratefully, then raised his head and said.
"O great God Insai!"
"Although we always mess up everything, although the Sanye people always run counter to God's guidance."
"We are arrogant, we are greedy, and we are always showing our ugly side in front of you."
"But even in the darkest depths of our hearts, we also have a heart longing for beauty and the future."
God's tone changed slightly, as if after a long sigh.
"I hope this time, you can use the creative power of dreams well."
"would prefer to."
"What it brings is creating a better future."
God smiled faintly, and cast his eyes down.
Stan Tito saw countless streams of stars slipping down from the heights, and the slight gaze of the gods made him a little bit unable to lift his head.
"Don't mess it up, every time you ask me to give you something."
"In the end, it's like me giving you a magic box of destruction."
"Even if."
"What I put in the box is hope."
Stan Tito knelt on the ground and kowtowed his head on the slate, and one could see the excitement and surge in his heart.
He was ashamed of the original sin of the Sanye people, and also grateful for the magnificence of the gods.
"No! It will definitely not happen this time."
"O benevolent and great god!"
"This time, we will definitely not disappoint your expectations."
God didn't answer, but Stan Tito understood what it meant.
All promises and vows are meaningless before the eternal God. For Him who is beyond time, perhaps a moment of rest, God will be able to see the end.
The promise you swore at the beginning, the unswerving belief, shouted the vow that will never change.
It is very likely that in the blink of an eye of the gods, it will be shattered and disappeared.
But even so.
Stan Tito is still willing to believe that the Sanye people can rely on the creative power of dreams to create hope and a bright future.
He is willing to believe.
Also firmly believe so.
The messenger of God, Sheila, walked up to Stan Tito and led him out of the temple.
"Stan Tito."
"Come and receive your gift! Take a look at the future and hope you seek for the Sanye people."
Outside the Temple of God, one after another dream fairies floated out of the sea of ??flowers, surrounding Stan Tito and the dream demon Sheila.
"La la la!"
"Are you about to start?"
"From now on, we will also become great elves."
They dragged Stan Tito to chase after the shadow of Sheila, the Messenger of God, singing innocent but sacred songs, and flew into the sky with smiles¡ª¡ª
The dream world is mainly divided into three layers.
The uppermost layer is the light dust of dreams of all the Sanye people and the people of Moyuan, and the dream of life condensed by their death in the end.
The lowest level is the kingdom of gods that merged with the land bestowed by gods after the completion of the dream egg of Sheila, the messenger of gods.
The second floor is still blank.
But long before, the gods decided that it was the place where the dream eggs were reserved for the dream fairies.
It belongs to the kingdom of goblins.
The dream egg of the goblin is a channel to communicate reality and dreams, half in reality and half in dreams.
It can project the power of the dream world to the human world, and affect the real world in the form of a domain.
"Hurry up!"
"It's snowballing."
The goblins of the dream happily pushed their dream eggs up to the second floor.
They push their colorful dreams under the dreamy sea of ??stars, cheering and chasing and playing with each other.
In the end, the power of hundreds of dream eggs fused together and turned into a huge dream bubble.
Dreamland The sun manifested the shadow of the God's Cup, and the dream of the gods carried in the cup became crystal clear under the sun's rays.
Later.
Project one magical symbol after another.
"I want to become a Snow Fairy." A fairy caught the ice-like symbol in it, and white snow fell wherever the fairy passed.
"I want to become a fairy of pottery." It held a pottery puppet in its hand, and wherever it passed, a ceramic-like earth appeared in the dream bubble.
"I want to become an iron goblin." This goblin wears a delicate brooch on his chest.
"I, I, I, I want to become the Fairy of Weaving." It was wearing a warm scarf, which was a gift from Lord Sheila.
In the huge dream bubble, all kinds of magical things that Stan Tito could not imagine appeared in an instant.
This is a fantasy realm, or a kingdom of fairies.
The goblins scramble to attract the phantoms of laws projected by different dreams of gods, mastering the power to condense snow, pottery, iron, and weaving, and then they transform their dream eggs according to their own ideas, creating their own imaginary eggs. The country of goblins.
Stan Tito also gradually understood.
The power of the goblin is not creation, the power of creation comes from the dream of God carried in the Cup of God.
That is a law-like power, and ice, pottery, iron, weaving, etc. are all derived from the power of that law.
And the power of goblins is more like a dream field, which can manifest things in the dreams of gods.
The God's Messenger, Sheila, stood in this fairy kingdom, looking at the frolicking fairies, with a smile on her face.
Her perspective is completely different from Stan Tito's. She sees the future of the dream world.
The dream fairies grow out of the sea of ??sunflowers at the foot of the Temple of God, and after growing into big fairies, they will bring their dream eggs into the kingdom of fairies.
When these dream eggs are cultivated and matured by the three-leaf people, they will merge with part of the existence of the real world and sink into the lower layer of the dream world.
into an existence similar to the kingdom of gods.
Therefore, the dream world will become more and more powerful.
finally.
Truly become a kingdom where God descended.
Sheila, the goblin in the dreamland, looked at Stan Tito beside her: "Your body is dead, and I have chosen for you the most shining place among the stars, where you can enjoy your sweet dreams and peace."
"But you can choose someone to inherit the power of this dream. Who would you choose to be the successor of your will?"
"I can send you into the fantasy star sea, and choose the person you want in the dream."
Stan Tito had already made a choice, and he looked at the world from the magnificent and dreamy fairy kingdom.
A figure was reflected in his eyes, a three-leaf man with the brand of a slave on his body.
"There's no need to choose, I've already found it."
Stan Tito laughed, eyes full of anticipation.
"A preacher."
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