The space in the dream world is completely different from that in reality. It does not have the true sense of up, down, left and right, and the way of movement is also the translation that is not common to people.

Without coordinates, it will be difficult for you to find the location you want to reach in the dream world.

Even if you follow another dream-passing existence, or follow the sacred boat, it may be in front of you the moment before, and it will disappear in the moment behind.

Apart from some powerful gods, perhaps only the dream race can not lose itself in such a space.

Floti's eyes were still blank just now, and in the blink of an eye, a huge ship appeared.

Flotti, holding the flower branches in his hand, looked up at it and shouted out the name of the ship.

"It's the holy boat."

"Woooo~" A heavy buzzing sound came from the huge sacred boat cruise.

After Flotti called out the ship's name, a light fell on her.

In a flash, Flotti boarded the ship.

Froti has the authority to enter and exit the Creator Kingdom, so this sacred boat did not refuse her boarding, but the monsters who followed Froti and broke in such good treatment. In the blink of an eye, they were crushed to ashes in front of the existence of Serial Number 2.

A huge sail was raised on the sacred boat, with various racial statues on the hull, and the sky above the boat was filled with dreams of life.

The dreams of color and black entanglement each other surround the sails and turn into a colorful river of dreams.

Flotti has climbed into the dreamy sea of ​​stars many times and has seen all kinds of dreams of life, but this is the first time he has seen this dream of life that has not been judged.

"Half color, half black."

"It turns out that dreams of life were like this before they were judged."

She flew up and surrounded the sails.

She pressed her eyes against one of the dreams of life and peeked inside.

The life of a mortal was passing by her, and scenes flashed like a carousel.

Flotti was fascinated by the sight and almost passed by the boat.

When she came to her senses, she immediately fell from a high place and ran to the bow of the ship.

"The Holy Boat is here."

"I'm going to get off the boat."

You can see a steel head hitting the corner in front of the bow of the Holy Boat. The head turned around and looked at Floti, and it really slowed down the boat.

Flotti didn't want to take a boat back, she just took a "ski-boat".

She still has the kingdom where the last demigod is located and has not gone.

"Thank you."

"Bye now."

Watching the Holy Boat go away, Froti waved at it and expressed his gratitude.

Flody flew towards the front with the branches. This time she no longer had to open the passage to go to the world, because the other party's position was in the dream world.

In the darkness, she flew farther and farther away, and a bright spot began to appear ahead.

Here, she felt the power of myth.

The light spot in the distance continued to magnify and finally turned into a simple door.

Various mysterious patterns and symbols are carved on the door.

Flotti landed under the door, and her figure seemed insignificant compared to this huge door, and it was not even as big as the pattern at the foot of this mythical door.

When Flotti saw the tightly closed door, he suddenly remembered the etiquette of the mortal world.

"Should you knock on the door?"

However, before the fairy in the forest hesitated, the door of myth slowly opened.

The light projected from behind the door was extremely dazzling, illuminating Flody's already white skin, making her unable to open her eyes.

But the black hair floated in the light, extremely conspicuous.

Wait until the fairy in the forest opens her eyes.

Behind the Gate of Truth, a large number of three-leaf men dressed in the Hiinsa sacrificial burqa appeared. They stood on both sides of a road of light and looked at Floti standing below.

The ghosts of the Porick family lined up in a row, and their voices were neat and uniform. Although they came from different people's mouths, they seemed to be talking by the same person.

"Welcome."

"The messenger from the kingdom of creation."

Flody looked at these ghosts and said in her heart.

“Many three-leaf people.”

The fairy in the forest had never seen the Sanye people. She had only seen the ancient ruins of the ruins of the God-given City in the sea of ​​sunflowers, and the statue of the King of Wisdom at the foot of the pyramid.

Flotti walked in along the light road and walked into this ocean of information.

As she got higher and higher, the rows of ghosts saluted her one by one, and then disappeared into the white light.

at last.

The light, figure, and the sea of ​​information changed in a blink of an eye, turning into an ancient temple.

Flotti stood in front of the temple of Asai God.

But she failed to see Asai, the god of truth and knowledge, and only saw Porik, the first generation leader of the Ghost Family.

Flotti asked the ghost Porik: "I am from the forest fairy clan from the Creator's kingdom, my name is Flotti."

"The Lord of Dreams Sheila created us and appointed the fairies in the forest as messengers of the gods. This time I came here to tell the gods who lived here."

"Which god is your god?"

The ghost Porik replied: "I am a follower of the God of Truth and Knowledge, and my name is Porik."

Flotti looked at the densely packed books in the temple and asked Porick.

"Then you must like to study very much?

Ancient goblins also included many books, and their goblins' library almost collected all the books and knowledge existing in the world, but goblins only collected and did not like to read them.

Ghost Porik: "I was once the priest of the Temple of Truth. The pursuit of truth and knowledge is instinct and faith for us."

"And God of Asai."

"He is the third generation of the Temple of Truth, His teacher is Haru, and Haru's teacher is Sandane, the first generation of the Temple of Truth."

"Our life cannot be separated from the pursuit of knowledge, and it is precisely because of the pursuit of knowledge that our lives begin."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The fairy in the forest exclaimed: "Temple of Truth? I have heard of it."

"It is the heir to the will of the second generation of Saint Stan Tito."

"Then you have existed for so long. You have followed your gods for nearly 250 million years."

Ghost Porik suddenly raised his head: "So, has the era of Hinsa been 250 million years gone by?"

This is the first time they have learned the exact distance between the previous era and the present.

Flotti: "Where is your god?"

Ghost Porik: "The gods have not yet awakened."

Flotti: "Why did He sleep?"

"Are you injured?"

Porik asked Flotti: "A beautiful fairy in the forest!"

"Do you think the world is beautiful or is it desperate?"

Flotti said for granted: "Of course it's beautiful."

Ghost Porik: "But some people feel desperate."

Flotti understood what the ghost Porik meant: "Don't He want to wake up?"

Ghost Porik nodded, but said with certainty.

"But He will surely wake up, because He will eventually know that He cannot get rid of the past and must welcome the future."

Ghost Porik is a follower of Asai. When Asai was imprisoned in the prison in Anho City, they were imprisoned together.

They were once abandoned by the world, eager to get rid of the past and everything.

In the end, Asai ended up with everything caused by the villain in the bottle and to escape the countless ghosts trapped under the power of the evil god.

He put on a black robe, picked up the sickle and the Bronze Book, and transformed himself into a dead monarch.

He liberated countless ghosts, including Princess Yaya, and he also entered the back of the door and began to seal and reincarnate.

Porick established the Porick family in the Age of God's Abandonment, and he himself turned into a ghost from the previous era that has been guarding Asai until now.

After listening to Porick's story, Flotti felt a little sad.
To be continued...