BXBX NOVEL Chapter 101: Djinn
Chapter 101: Djinn
The portal stained by flesh and blood collapsed directly in the sunlight, and the Creator within the barrier and the Mother Goddess on the moon looked at each other from afar.
In the end, the Mother Goddess took the initiative to retreat and merged into the moon again.
Truman took the two frightened students and jumped back to his dream territory.
"The danger is still the danger of the earth..." Truman was still frightened. There is no doubt that these "old days" have source matter, a substance that Truman had listed as inaccessible a long time ago.
"Let me check for you," Truman's eyes flashed with a turbulent sea of ??dreams, and he checked whether Amon and Bethel were contaminated by the Mother Goddess.
"It's okay, but it's a safe bet. Then you pray to the Creator once and let Him purify it once."
"Yes!" Bethel nodded solemnly.
Amon didn't dare to neglect.
"Okay, you go ahead and let me take a rest." Truman slumped down on the dreamy angel throne, spread out the book of dreams and covered his face.
At that moment, he was forced to open the mythical form and even integrated the Book of Dreams into his body, which had a very bad impact on him.
Even this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the essence breath of the Mother Goddess really affects his state of existence.
The troubles that had lasted almost hundreds of years seemed to have returned to him.
Buzz!
The divine badge on Truman's chest trembled slightly, with two different powers blooming, namely the "sleepless" night and the "everlasting day" of the sun.
After the night became a god and the sun became a quasi-old sun, the power of this badge has also been greatly improved.
The chaos in Truman's mind, enveloped by the two powers, dissipated a lot.
"Your state is a bit strange." Truman's mind suddenly cleared, and a familiar voice sounded beside him.
It was the Creator, who exuded a faint radiance of the sun, who helped Truman wake up.
"..." Truman took down the Book of Dreams covering his face and took a serious look at the Creator.
"I am still me now." The Creator nodded and confirmed.
"That's good." Truman felt relieved, and then asked, "What do you see in me?"
The words of a Creator were of great reference value to him.
"You are the 'pure' and are not disturbed by the essential madness of this world, but maybe..."
The Creator who claims to be omniscient and omnipotent also uses an uncertain word like "maybe", which is enough to show the seriousness of the problem.
"...You are not beyond the nature of this world."
Truman didn't react, just listened.
"What is the nature of my madness?" The Creator suddenly asked such a question.
"It's recovery..." Truman replied expressionlessly.
The Creator nodded slightly, and his body turned into sunlight and disappeared completely.
Truman sat up and checked the pollution on his body. After the double purification of Dream and Creator, even the Mother Goddess could not leave any traces.
"Dream..." Truman thought of the moment when he and the huge crimson figure looked at each other.
"He seems to know me, or maybe he knows the Book of Dreams..."
Truman had a headache, but returned to this situation.
He needs to face the old days and even the pillars to confirm his own existence, but facing these people will probably plunge him into a state of eternal silence.
"Eh? Aren't I prepared for this?"
You can't mess with the complete past, but you can always tolerate the incomplete one, right?
Truman didn't even bother to say hello to Saslier, and wandered directly out of the Creator's Heaven, with a palm-sized pyramid appearing in his hands.
This is the giant pyramid he obtained in that "destined" civilization.
"'Son of Chaos', the God of Lamps!" Truman used the pyramid in his hand as a reason to create a result of finding the magic lamp that makes a wish!
Because the pyramid has some occult connection with the "Children of Chaos", this operation went smoothly.
Otherwise, relying solely on spirituality or divination, you would not be able to find the wish-making magic lamp. In terms of personality, it is almost identical to the Book of Dreams.
"In the treasure house of a certain extraordinary race." Truman was inspired and sensed the location of the "wishing lamp".
Extraordinary races are not just giants, elves, and dragons, but there are also more smaller extraordinary races, such as tree people, fish people, etc.
Most of these races are gathered together by instinct, and most of them do not even have real intelligence.
"Spirit World Predator? It seems to be one of the sources of the characteristics of the 'Spiritual Mage'."
Truman came to a strange mountain range. The barrier between this place and the spiritual world seemed to be somewhat abnormal, and projections of the spiritual world fell here from time to time.
"The predators of the spiritual world are still unable to develop spiritual intelligence. They are still a group of monsters that shuttle between the spiritual world and the real world."
Naturally, Truman couldn't care about these monsters, and he directly passed them into the "treasure house" of these monsters.
It's said to be a treasure house, but it's actually a garbage dump.
They are all various material properties plundered by spiritual world plunderers in the real world and the spiritual world.
Truman picked through the garbage and found a lot of good things.
Ding!
Truman frowned slightly and turned around slowly. He saw the item he was looking for.
The object was golden in color and looked like a shrunken kettle. The surface was covered with mysterious symbols, and there was a wick protruding from the spout.
Under Truman's gaze, the wick on the spout spontaneously ignited, emitting a thick golden light. The light surged upwards, converging into a pale golden figure.
"Who are you?" The pale golden figure's eyes fell on the pyramid in Truman's hand.
"Who am I?" Truman suddenly had a better idea and decided to put it into practice.
He switched his state to "error" and had a monocle made of ground crystal in his right eye.
The pale golden figure's eyes narrowed, and the golden color swayed for a moment.
The next moment, the "Fool" mask appeared in Truman's hand, and he put it on his face.
"!" The pale golden figure trembled violently, but was still able to remain calm after all. But when he saw the pair of starlight eyeballs floating around Truman's body gradually approaching his eyes, he finally couldn't help it.
"Stop!" The pale golden figure's voice echoed in Truman's ears with an unusually loud voice.
But this voice had no power, giving Truman a sense of caution.
All the uniqueness of the three mysterious paths are quite intimidating when brought together.
Truman followed the good example and put away the "Fool" mask and starlight eyeballs.
"Who are you?" the pale golden figure asked again, his expression hidden under the golden light and shadow was probably not very good.
"Who do you think I am?" Truman did not answer, but put the pyramid away and took out the Book of Dreams.