Chapter 991 Wasteland of Dreams <TOC> Chapter 993 The Final Sweep
Translator: SumTLMan
Reflecting upon this, the scenery before Angel’s eyes underwent a transformation.
When he considered the entire “Wasteland of Dreams” as his visual base, he could clearly perceive that this dreamscape was floating in an Abyssal void.
Simultaneously, within this boundless darkness, a gigantic pupil was fixated on the Wasteland of Dreams.
This colossal eye, as though housing the universe’s constellations, allowed its radiance to cascade towards the barrier of the dream wasteland, seemingly aiming to pierce through it.
This tableau stirred memories in Angel’s mind — it was reminiscent of the time when the Wilderness of Dreams had just taken shape, and there was another mysterious entity, a creature of enormous proportions, coveting the wilderness. It was at that moment when Angel realized that the Wilderness of Dreams was merely a miniature diorama.
But that time, the blonde hair figure in the Nightmare Plane that resembled “Shava” had deterred the approach of the massive creature, allowing the Wilderness of Dreams to solidify smoothly.
But perhaps this time, they wouldn’t be so fortunate.
Surrounded by pitch blackness, the only thing Angel could see was that enormous eye. He couldn’t even glimpse “its” body, but even from the eye alone, it was clear that this creature’s size would be no less colossal.
A continental-sized creature!
At this moment, this super life-form of unknown origin and intent was peering into and trying to forcefully break through to the Wasteland of Dreams via the starlight cascading from its eyes.
Could it be stopped?
Angel didn’t know; all he could do was amplify the potency of the “Gatekeeper” power.
The “Gatekeeper” power reinforced the defensive power of the barrier, causing the cascading starlight to be momentarily unable to penetrate it. However, Angel didn’t feel relief, because currently, the opposing creature had almost broken through the precarious barrier of the “nascent world” with its gaze alone.
If it used other methods… As Angel pondered this, he saw a pitch-black hand slowly covering the barrier.
This hand was also immense and, judging by its appearance, closely resembled a human hand.
The oppressive force of the hand was even more terrifying than the cascading starlight.
Almost instantly, Angel sensed a fissure emerging in the “Gatekeeper” power.
“Damn, it won’t hold!” A wave of horror surged through Angel’s heart, and his perspective abruptly shifted, returning to his own body within the Wasteland of Dreams.
Sanders, standing before him, wore an expression of confusion. “What seems to be the matter?”
From Sanders’ perspective, Angel had been meticulously detailing the contents of the Wilderness of Dreams, from the initial idea, its establishment, to its gradual evolution. However, Angel abruptly fell into a state of silence, appearing as if his spirit had momentarily departed his body.
When Angel finally shook himself from this daze, his tranquil demeanor instantly crumbled, uttering in panicked haste, “Mentor, a formidable entity is assaulting the realm! We must rouse from this dream and evacuate immediately!”
No sooner than his words fell, the sky shattered as though it was made of brittle porcelain, a hole gaping open. A shower of endless stelliferous light sprinkled down, a golden iris materializing at the aperture.
Almost instantaneously, Angel and Sanders transformed into ethereal spectres, vanishing from the teetering Wasteland of Dreams.
Upon awakening from the dream…
Although Angel had exited the Wasteland of Dreams, his status as the “Gatekeeper” remained active, allowing him to maintain his observation over the state of the Wilderness of Dreams.
Nonetheless, this watchful eye only lasted a mere few minutes.
The Wasteland of Dreams’ sky crumbled like a fractured eggshell, slowly being stripped away. When more than half of the realm shattered, Angel’s link to the Wasteland of Dreams faded into oblivion.
A long sigh escaped from Angel’s lips.
He had just validated a new experimental result and was even pondering the potential integration of the “Wasteland of Dreams” with “Wilderness of Dreams”.
He hadn’t expected such an unexpected finale.
Seeing Angel lost in a daze, Sanders queried, “What’s the matter?”
“Shattered,” Angel shook his head helplessly, “My dream power has once again returned to nothingness. The Wasteland of Dreams is probably utterly ruined.”
Sanders, too, hadn’t anticipated such an abrupt end. Furthermore, before leaving the Wasteland of Dreams, he had glimpsed that colossal golden eye. That fleeting glance alone allowed him to sense an unmatched, potent force.
The sensation was akin to a mortal encountering a deity.
From the depth of his soul, he knew that resistance was futile. For the first time in centuries, such a feeling had arisen within Sanders, indicating the sheer power of the entity behind that gigantic eye.
“I recall you mentioning that when you were establishing the Wilderness of Dreams in the Wizarding World, you also faced an attack. Was it from a similar entity?” Sanders queried.
Angel ruminated for a moment, “Indeed, we were under attack, precisely when the Wilderness of Dreams had just become an independent realm. Back then, however, we had ‘his’ assistance which caused the attacker to retreat voluntarily. Now, we might not be as fortunate.”
After expressing his sentiments, he continued, “As for the entities beyond the ‘Box Garden’, judging by their external appearances, they don’t seem to belong to the same species. But whether they are of the same kind, I cannot discern.”
In Angel’s mindscape, the gargantuan creature, so enormous that its end was unfathomable at first glance, was likely a denizen of the Dream Realm.
Freud had also mentioned that although the Dream Realm was a realm of illusions, based on many Dream System wizards’ records, creatures of the Dream Realm, though extremely scarce, do exist. Moreover, many entities might originate from “dreams”, possessing not only vast dimensions but also formidable power.
Whether it was the creature encountered during the birth of the Wilderness of Dreams, or the one outside the Wasteland of Dreams this time, both exhibited characteristics of Dream Realm creatures.
Thus, Angel harbored such a suspicion.
However, if they were truly beings of the Dream Realm, why would they consistently show up to stir up chaos each time the Wilderness of Dreams comes into existence?
Moreover, the timing was always impeccable.
“Perhaps, like the Extreme Sect, these beings are the Purifiers of the Dream Realm. For existences like the Wilderness of Dreams, which possess ‘characteristics of the Dream Realm but aren’t under its control’, would undoubtedly be detested by the Dream Realm’s will, and hence, they might send Dream Realm creatures to target it,” suggested Sanders, following a moment of contemplation after hearing Angel’s conjecture.
Sanders was also hypothesizing, but his life experience was far more extensive than Angel’s. Moreover, matters on the “planar will”, which Angel couldn’t comprehend, Sanders, as a true knowledge wizard, would certainly understand. Combining all the circumstances, it was rather easy to draw some conclusions.
“If it really is as such, wouldn’t the Wilderness of Dreams be in great danger?” Angel expressed concern.
“It’s hard to tell. But according to my guess, since ‘he’ helped you repel the invaders last time, you should be safe for the time being. But if we’re considering a longer time span, it’s hard to say,” Sanders paused, then added, “However, there’s no need for you to worry excessively. When the day comes that your power is sufficient to drive away intruders, why worry about the Wilderness of Dreams being coveted?”
Just like the members of the Extreme Sect who, under the banner of “justice”, could act without any restraint. But when faced with formidable giants like Mengke and Rhine, they can only retract their flag, skulk away, and keep a low profile.
“With growing power, many previous worries gradually become insignificant.”
Sanders’ words were heartfelt, expressing his sincere advice to Angel.
Whenever Angel instigates an event, it invariably becomes an earth-shaking occurrence, and the benefits derived from it are staggering. Such feats would incite covetous eyes were they to be publicized, for example, the mysterious tangible objects and the Wilderness of Dreams.
However, if Angel wields significant power, if he’s a true knowledge wizard, these incidents, while attracting some petty schemers, could actually be resolved quite effortlessly.
One needs the requisite strength to stir up trouble. Angel, ignorant and fearless in his endeavors, raises worries solely for Sanders.
“Since the Wasteland of Dreams has been shattered, for now, refrain from further testing. Nevertheless, the Wilderness of Dreams could continue to evolve, but concealment is something that should be enhanced,” cautioned Sanders.
Sanders, rubbing his forehead, added, “The tremendous benefits of the Wilderness of Dreams will probably be discovered by prophecy wizards sooner than later. Hence, the time at your disposal is dwindling.”
Angel replied, “Assuming it’s discovered, without the Dream Initiation spell, they can’t enter, can they? Besides, I can also use the dream power to deny outsiders access.”
“True, you can deny others entry. But what if they set their sights on you?” Sanders raised an eyebrow.
Angel hesitated.
He had an inkling to mention that he had the protection of Blood Night Sanctuary. With its effect, even if a legendary realm prophecy wizard cast a spell, it could resist it once.
But upon closer thought, others wouldn’t necessarily have to target him specifically to find him.
The number of people in the Wilderness of Dreams is steadily increasing. If one person is compromised, the rest will fall like dominoes. Even with the protection of Blood Night Sanctuary, the ultimate focus would still be him.
However, Angel having Blood Night Sanctuary isn’t without merit. At the very least, if he is discovered as the key to the Wilderness of Dreams, locating him wouldn’t be a simple matter.
Thus, there is still a sliver of time at his disposal. Provided that within this fleeting interlude, he acquires the cardinal authority of the Wilderness of Dreams, completely unlocking this mysterious realm, all else would be inconsequential.
Moreover, he isn’t waging this battle against the entirety of the Wizarding World in solitude.
Not only does he have Sanders backing him, but the entire Savage Grottoes stand behind him too! Of course, the prerequisite being their willingness to serve as his sturdy bulwark.
While Angel was deep in thought, pondering on how to articulate this to Sanders,
Sanders, however, preemptively spoke, “The value of the Dream Conch has already proven itself, you must keep it safe. Also, try to lay low during this period, refrain from stirring up any grand commotions.”
Clearly, the undertone of Sanders’ words reflected his stance.
Sanders was entirely capable of usurping the Dream Conch, yet he refrained from doing so. From his perspective, the potential of the Wilderness of Dreams is indeed high, and the once redundant Dream Conch is now imbued with newfound vitality.
Despite all these factors, the value of Angel himself was even more substantial.
Besides, the Dream Conch being in Angel’s possession essentially implied it was in his limeage’s grasp. There was no necessity to forsake greater long-term gains over trivial immediate profit.
This was Sanders’ assessment of the benefits regarding the situation, but beyond pure utilitarian reasoning, on an emotional level, his heart’s scales were also gradually tipping in favor of Angel.
Chapter 991 Wasteland of Dreams <TOC> Chapter 993 The Final Sweep