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With the solidification of light and shadow, the prelude of contours vividly leaps into view.
A demon, adorned with a pair of horns spiraling upwards etched with patterns, enveloped in waves of dark Abyss aura, emerges before them.
Standing four meters tall, its purple skin, robust muscles, and skeletal bat wings, along with its glowing crimson eyes, all exude the ominous and terrifying aura of an Abyss Demon.
Roar——
Freud, who had never directly faced such an Abyss Demon before, even knowing it wasn’t real, couldn’t help but turn slightly pale and involuntarily step back.
“This appears to be a ram horned demon,” Rhine muses, stroking his chin. “It looks formidable, yet it lacks any sign of energy fluctuations. It seems more like… an illusion.”
Sumesh, however, smiles and says, “Lord Rhine, this is no illusion. This is something I’ve brought forth using the Layer of Rhythmic Beat…”
Before Sumesh could finish, Rhine steps forward to the ram horned demon, extends his index finger, and lightly taps it. The once imposing ram horned demon, like a deflated balloon, immediately wilts.
The ram horned demon, with a constipated expression, bends over and then, accompanied by a flurry of light halos, vanishes into thin air.
Rhine clicks his tongue in disappointment.
Sumesh’s explanation halts abruptly, frozen on his lips.
Sanders comments, “Any material contact devoid of energy can cause it catastrophic damage. Your level of illusion is not up to standard.”
Sanders’ remark adds insult to injury for Sumesh, causing his already stifled chest to tighten further.
Sumesh protests, “How can it be an illusion? I was clearly activating the Layer of Rhythmic Beat. It’s impossible. Let me check again…”
Frowning, Sumesh stands still, lost in thought.
Minutes later, Sumesh attempts once more to create life through the Layer of Rhythmic Beat. Familiar colorful lights flow and expand into a massive silhouette.
After the halo dissipates, a ten-meter-tall, lava-flowing magma giant stands before them, its presence as imposing as ever, with its red eyes flickering with a brutal light.
However, before the magma giant could exhibit its brutality, Rhine approaches it again.
This time, Rhine doesn’t reach out to touch it or even give it a thorough look. Instead, he lowers his head to examine the ground the magma giant is standing on.
Although the Dream Plant Fairies had not spread greenery in this vicinity, the ground itself was covered with a thin layer of wild grass.
When the lava giant, its feet covered in orange-red magma, stepped on the wild grass, it did not harm the grass in the slightest. Not to mention igniting the grass, the pressure of its feet did not even cause the grass to bend.
Rhine said nothing, but his gaze conveyed everything.
Sumesh also noticed Rhine’s gaze, his expression slightly embarrassed: “I, I… don’t know what’s happening. I’ll try again.”
Sumesh intended to recall the lava giant through his power, but a gust of wind blew, causing the lava giant to shiver and then crumble away.
“Haa,” came Sanders’ cold laugh.
This time, not even a touch from the material world was needed; a mere breeze was enough to carry it away, making this illusion not even worthy of a novice apprentice.
Sumesh, thick-skinned, pondered for a moment.
“Could it be that the previous two were too large?” Freud whispered, “Dream wizards in the Dream Realm start by creating smaller creatures; the larger they are, the more complex.”
That seemed to make sense. Sumesh took Freud’s words to heart.
Then, under everyone’s watchful eyes, he summoned another stream of light that fell to the ground.
The light transformed into a small demon, a bone winged demon common in the upper layers of the Abyss, slender and just over a meter tall, looking like a newborn among its kind, especially diminutive compared to the previous two demons, making it seem rather pitiful.
Rhine glanced at the bone winged demon and said nothing.
Because the bone winged demon was hovering in mid-air, where the gentle breeze continued to blow.
Under the gentle caress of the breeze, the bone winged demon showed no change, appearing perfectly normal.
A glimmer of hope shone in Sumesh’s eyes. Had he succeeded this time?
“Has your standard now dropped to whether a bone winged demon can withstand a breeze?” Sanders mocked coldly.
After his words, without Sanders making a move, the bone winged demon in the sky simply vanished silently.
The others were clueless about what had happened, but Angel knew clearly that Sanders had merely slightly adjusted the surrounding Lux amount, reducing it by less than one percent, and the bone winged demon was affected by the fluctuation and disappeared.
Sumesh murmured in a daze, “Where did I go wrong?”
Sanders said, “Don’t bring out the demons from your Deep Abyss Nightmare Domain here. This is the Wilderness of Dreams. What’s needed here isn’t a projection from the Abyss. Moreover, in the Wilderness of Dreams, you’re just an ordinary person with a bit of power, no different from the residents of the Dream Realm, and even less than some demon hunters. You haven’t laid the foundation yet; don’t think about building a sky garden right away.”
Sanders, although unfamiliar with the operation of the Layer of Rhythmic Beat, had inherited two power abilities and was very clear that reaching the sky in one step was impossible. One must start from the most basic laws and develop step by step.
If the power of the Layer of Rhythmic Beat were entrusted to the Wilderness of Dreams itself for development, that would be a different matter altogether.
After all, humans are merely humans, limited by their horizons and confined by their insights.
Faced with Sanders’ teachings, Sumesh bowed his head and obediently agreed.
Next, Sumesh decided to start from scratch, setting aside his obsession with the demons in the Deep Abyss Nightmare Domain, and began to ponder from the basic laws.
However, after pondering for a short while, Sumesh had not achieved any results.
At this moment, Angel, who was silently immersed in the Power Tree, suddenly had an idea.
A grayish mushroom just appeared in his palm.
With the appearance of this mushroom, Angel seemed to have an epiphany, and a large number of mushrooms of various colors quickly appeared around him, covering the ground.
Unlike the mushrooms in reality, these mushrooms, upon appearing, were not the quiet type. They started moving around Angel with legs made of mycelium.
The unique smell of the mushrooms also attracted the attention of others.
“Hey, are these mushrooms?” Rhine curiously picked up a running mushroom from the ground. At first, he thought it was an illusion, but when he held it in his hand, he realized these mushrooms not only had a solid body but also an instinctual desire to escape, struggling to jump back to the ground.
Rhine caressed the mushroom in his palm, occasionally sniffing it. The pleasant smell made his body start to salivate.
The mushroom, looking at Rhine swallowing his saliva, trembled and dared not move.
“Interesting,” Rhine remarked, feeling the rhythm in his palm, his eyes flashing with curiosity.
Sanders and Freud also each picked up a bright mushroom and began to curiously observe. Even Sumesh was drawn to the mushrooms.
After observing for a while, they could not find any trace of “illusion.”
These were genuinely existing mushrooms. ——This was the conclusion drawn by Rhine after tearing off a strand of mycelium to roast and eat.
“How did you do it?” Rhine asked while chewing slowly.
Sanders was also curious about how Angel did it. According to his thinking, to allow the Wilderness of Dreams to give birth to Dream Realm life, one must first understand the relevant information about Dream Realm life. Only by understanding it, reading it, deciphering it, can one reset it, control it, and possess it.
Angel’s rapid creation of bizarre mushroom creatures, could it be that Angel has long been deeply knowledgeable about… mushrooms?
Thinking of the several types of mushrooms Angel brought from the Land of Heart Sigh, Sanders thought this answer might indeed be possible.
However, the answer was not so.
“I just tried it out, based on the underlying logic collected by the Tree Civilization, and performed an information supplement on the Layer of Rhythmic Beat.”
Angel, in truth, was also navigating without full understanding of the intricate information at hand. However, leveraging the Tree Civilization’s extensive data collection on the Wilderness of Dreams, he propelled the Layer of Rhythmic Beat through this logical framework.
In essence, the mushroom creatures were not a product of Angel’s direct creation. Instead, their existence was spurred by the vast repository of information stored within the Tree Civilization, leading to their emergence.
Put simply, this was the native will of the Wilderness of Dreams, utilizing Angel as a conduit, to facilitate the creation of the Layer of Rhythmic Beat.
Because Angel possessed the Power Tree, he served as an intermediary in this process.
“Ah, I see,” Sanders nodded in realization. The task of creating life, especially creatures that are not real, filled with logical inconsistencies and fantasies of the Dream Realm, would be immensely challenging for an individual. However, entrusting this task to the world itself simplifies the process significantly.
Take the Celestial Cycle power, for example. Had Freud actually inherited it, he might have spent years studying just to make it rain over a small area. Without profound research, altering the celestial phenomena of the entire world would be impossible.
Now, the day and night, warmth and coolness, summer and winter of the entire Wilderness of Dreams feel incredibly real, devoid of any artificial traces, brimming with natural beauty. This is because the Celestial Cycle is controlled by the native will, not by humans.
Angel’s maneuver, while not directly handing over control of the Layer of Rhythmic Beat to the native will of the Wilderness of Dreams, amounted to an indirect manipulation.
Naturally, the outcome of this is incomparable to ordinary human intervention.
“This is like delegating powers to the native will on autopilot,” Freud remarked.
Angel glanced at Freud, not particularly surprised by his sudden use of the term “autopilot.” Jon would occasionally drop some modern terms while within the Tree Group, with a few being understood and accepted, and some even spreading. However, due to the fundamental differences in civilization, not many terms became widespread. Yet, some related to the functionalities of the Wilderness of Dreams or the Tree Group, such as “online, offline, login, autopilot,” were more readily adopted due to their higher relevance and applicability.
“That’s one way to put it,” Angel responded.
“Then, in that case, is it possible to fully entrust this to the native will? Doing so could vitalize the Wilderness of Dreams more swiftly,” Freud inquired curiously.
Rhine nodded in agreement with Freud’s suggestion, “After all, Sumesh isn’t doing much anyway. He’s already made a profit by repairing his own Nightmare Domain.”
Sumesh: “……”
However, Angel shook his head, “Currently, that’s not possible.”
Although the creation of life is anchored to the native will, Angel, as the intermediary, must be involved throughout the entire process. This means, to continuously birth new creatures, Angel cannot “log off.”
Moreover, this process is constrained by the energy zones.
Additionally, the Tree Civilization provides the foundational logic, meaning the information comes from the Tree Civilization. However, the current reserves of information within the Tree Civilization are insufficient for creating a more diverse array of Dream Realm creatures.
In the end, what the born creature specifically is, its purpose, and whether it poses a danger or serves as an ally to humanity remains unknown to Angel, just as he was unaware that mushrooms would appear before their emergence.
Of course, the above limitations can be gradually lifted through the control of the Layer of Rhythmic Beat, but this is not what Angel should be doing now; instead, it should be undertaken by the true manipulator of power, Sumesh.
After listening to Angel’s narration, the group felt a slight regret, except for Sumesh… who, amidst their regret, inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
Sanders, however, pondered much more. If the Layer of Rhythmic Beat could be affiliated with the Tree Civilization, allowing the native will to participate in construction, then what about other powers? For instance, the “Energy Selection” and “Power Level Restriction” he currently controls.
Now, Sanders has already constructed the overall energy nature of the Wilderness of Dreams——Virtual Magic Power.
Thus, even if the native will participates in the construction, it would surely be developed on the basis of Virtual Magic Power.
Once the foundational logic is established, the only flaw is the slow construction of the energy framework, because only Sanders is involved in the construction.
Sanders secretly decided to try it out with Angel later. If it really works, with the native will participating, then the effect on the energy framework of the Wilderness of Dreams would be greatly enhanced.
In the meantime, there was still no progress on Sumesh’s side, so the group could only get a rough understanding of the effects of the Layer of Rhythmic Beat from Angel.
However, Angel himself was also in a state of ignorance. The only thing he could do was to act as an excellent medium, continuously affiliating with the native will, allowing more Dream Realm creatures to be born from the Layer of Rhythmic Beat.
In just half an hour, a large number of Dream Realm creatures appeared.
Among them, the majority were mobile fungi, along with a small number of other creatures. It’s worth mentioning that all the born Dream Realm creatures were basically ordinary creatures. Under the stimulation of the Tree Civilization’s information, they seemed to possess a setting of a cycle of birth and death, and were primarily auxiliary to plants.
Even herbivorous animals, including insects, in the process of consuming plants, also serve as an alternative form of plant propagation.
Overall, the foundational logic of the Tree Civilization still primarily aims to benefit itself.
Everyone observed the process of life creation, but except for Sumesh, the rest had little to gain, as these Dream Realm creatures are still considered illusory, not real life.
In the end, the matter was left unresolved.
When they decided to leave, Sumesh suddenly said, “By the way, ever since I took on the power, I’ve always felt that something in that direction seems to be calling me.”
Sumesh paused: “No, not calling me, but calling the Layer of Rhythmic Beat.”
Sumesh looked puzzled, unsure of the problem.
However, Angel and Freud exchanged glances, reading the same answer in each other’s eyes.
“This indicates someone has a high compatibility with the Layer of Rhythmic Beat.”