A dream spirit cradled a radiant dream as it traversed among the stars.
Starlight trailed behind it, shimring briefly before fading away.
The dream moon, rotating like a silver wheel, stirred the will of all intelligent life, constantly projecting their dreams into this sea of stars. As a result, new dreams were continuously born around the spirit.
“This is the place,” it finally halted.
Choosing the best location, it hung the life dream in the air.
This spot was at the center of the dream world, offering a view of the second layer’s spirit country. From the God-Given Land, one could easily spot this brilliant life dream with just a glance upward.
It wasn’t the spirit’s first ti placing a Trilobite Man’s life dream into the dreamy starry sea, but each ti held special significance, and it approached the task with great care.
For it was permanently suspending every person’s entire life, every trace of existence left by a life in ti, in this sky.
Even if they had passed on, even if their journey had ended.
Even if everyone had forgotten them.
At least here, they would forever accompany the divine.
The spirit caressed this dream, smiling as it whispered.
“Rest peacefully, Stan Tito.”
It would say this to every life dream it brought here.
It was both a farewell and a blessing.
Suddenly, it sensed sothing and imdiately looked down.
It saw the pyramid in the God-Given Land covered in a layer of silver light.
Not as dazzling as the sun, nor as serene as the moon.
But the light carried a sense of eternity, impervious to the erosion of ti or anything in the world.
Within the light was a figure, standing before the divine hall, gazing at Stan Tito’s life dream.
The dream spirit imdiately flew down from the sky, passing by the spirit country, and landed on the pyramid temple.
“God! You’ve co to witness Stan Tito’s dream entry ceremony as well.”
God lowered His head, looking at the dream spirit and asked, “Have you finished what you wanted to do?”
The dream spirit shook its head: “God, it has only just begun!”
Hila’s eyes sparkled with joy and excitent. She felt a sense of accomplishnt, proud of her work yet brimming with even greater ambitions.
“I can do more, I can do even better.”
God nodded: “You’ve already done very well.”
As God spoke, He glanced at the newly born spirit country.
Hila, who had been closely watching God, imdiately noticed and asked expectantly.
“God, would You like to see this realm of spirits?”
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Yin Shen and Hila walked through the spirit country. This dream bubble, ford by the gathering of spirit eggs, was imnse.
Everything within the bubble was currently illusory, but this very quality gave it limitless potential.
When the wisdom power of the Trilobite n rged with the power of the spirits, the forces of reality and the dream realm would intertwine and cycle, potentially unleashing unimaginable miracles.
As soon as Yin Shen and Hila appeared, the spirits gathered around.
They danced and sang, encircling the two.
It was boisterous, yet it filled one with joy.
The spirits’ carefree nature seed contagious.
This spirit country was a patchwork of fairy tale realms: skies of endless snowfall, castles and cottages built entirely of ice.
There were lands of white pottery, with various clay figurines on the ground, and new little dolls constantly sprouting; worlds completely covered in silk, with balls of yarn rolling on the ground, pushed by spirits chasing each other, and long white gauze hanging from the sky like drifting clouds.
There were lakes and rivers made entirely of oil, with steel ships sailing upon them, and spirits treading on oil and boats, moving swiftly alongside.
“God, look! I created this,” one spirit called out proudly.
“Lady Hila, this is mine, this one is mine,” others chid in.
The spirits crowded forward one by one, like children eager for praise from adults.
Hila was the most popular, now completely surrounded by little spirits.
Outside the spirit country, even the ferryman of the dream realm had co with his boat, peering inside from beyond the iridescent bubble wall.
Yin Shen, observing all this, suddenly beca interested.
“Very well.”
“Let’s do sothing interesting then!”
The spirit listened attentively. God had said interesting things, not aningful ones.
She wanted to ask what kind of things were aningful, but opened her mouth without speaking.
Perhaps the concept of aning only existed for mortals and beings like them.
For the eternal divine, everything could only be described as interesting!
Yin Shen waved His hand, and the dream moon in the sky slowly descended.
The sun rose, and the stars hid behind its brilliant radiance.
The dream sun revealed its true form, and the divine dream within the Divine Cup erged.
Annotated text appeared on the divine dream. When spirits or other intelligent life ca into contact with these divine dreams, or when they received these imprints, they would sense them.
“Ice divine technique imprint, pottery divine technique imprint, oil divine technique imprint…”
These powers that could directly affect and alter the laws of reality all originated from Yin Shen’s dream. For the Trilobite n, this was already miraculous enough.
But for Yin Shen, it was far from sufficient.
He knew this power was too simple and crude. In the future, there should and must be more powerful and intricate variations.
“This is my dream, but from today onward, the Divine Cup will begin collecting from all power holders.”
“Priests of the Trilobite n, knights of the people of the Abyss, and spirits of the dream world can all gain power from my dream.”
“At the sa ti, if power holders in the future discover and create more thods to manipulate and change the power of reality’s laws.”
“Their mories will also transform into divine technique imprint dreams, permanently stored in the Divine Cup.”
“Their nas will be eternally engraved on the Divine Cup, like their imprints, forever rembered.”
Yin Shen declared His will to the Divine Cup.
The divine’s powerful will acted upon the Divine Cup, this divine artifact. The sun and dream moon appeared together, and a force directly affected all intelligent life.
The will of God beca the constitution of heaven.
It was a power imprinted on the very source of every life created by God, unavoidable by anyone.
Yin Shen’s eyes held a glimr of anticipation as He looked at the Divine Cup, currently only carrying His beautiful dreams.
“One day, various divine technique imprints will fill this Divine Cup.”
“Through these imprints, extraordinary power can also interfere with the laws of reality, becoming increasingly powerful.”
The spirit imdiately said to God: “It certainly will!”
“What You’ve given us and the Trilobite n is the power of miracles.”
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