After receiving Evan's confirmation reply, Anvis took out a crystal bowl, which contained half a bowl of magically processed cyan coarse salt.
Blue cold flames emerged from his palm, and the cyan salt grains in the bowl slowly melted in the sourceless fire, turning into a flowing viscous liquid.
Then, holding the small dream key, Anvis dropped the key into the bowl.
Despite the viscosity of the liquid, the key quickly sank to the bottom of the bowl as if violating the rules. In the still-burning blue flame, a faint purple dreamy light emitted, making the entire bowl of green salt shine slightly.
With his hands hanging in the air, holding the crystal bowl in the center, Anvis began to chant the corresponding ritual incantation in a slow and beautiful tone.
Along with the mysterious dream prayer, the key began to emit a brighter light. The brightness of the light even made the green salt in the bowl dyed with a faint purple color.
After a while, after the chant ended, Anvis took out the key again.
Although the source of the light has been lost, the brilliant purple light flowing with hazy meaning still lingers in the liquid, unwilling to leave for a long time.
Without warning, he suddenly tipped the liquid in the bowl into the air.
The molten salt immediately flowed out, but it did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was suspended in the air under the wrap of invisible magic power.
And in the blazing ice flames, it gradually condensed into three small salt crystal keys that exuded lavender light.
After the refining was completed, Anvis handed two of the handles to Evani and Qiaomu respectively, and he also took one of them.
All three of them knew how to use the key, so there was no need to waste words.
Evani has already put her summons into the ring and is preparing to take them into the dream world together.
The guidance circle needed to enter the dream has been drawn while waiting for Evani. The three of them lay in the circle, put the salt key under the tongue, and at the same time temporarily adjusted their mental frequency to the same as the circle.
The small salt key gradually melts in the mouth and turns into a liquid again, flowing into the body.
It has no taste, but is as heavy as mercury and as cold as a winter night.
The heartbeat is beating, and following the pull of the key and the magic circle, some kind of power that does not exist in reality gradually envelopes this underground hall.
In a daze, Anvis saw the illusory 'door'.
It carries wonderful and mysterious patterns, like a shining star, descending into the world from the endless distant shore of the sky.
It is outside reality and within reality.
As time went by, the door gradually came closer and became larger and larger. From the size of a small round mirror, it gradually occupied Anvis's entire gaze.
Finally, guided by the key, the door passed through him, and he appeared in the door.
Anvis opened his eyes again, and the environment around him had changed.
The rough rock walls became smooth and delicate, and the surface exuded a faint and soft phosphorescence. The relief carved on it also quietly turned into the ancient moon.
There was a strange mass of blackened ashes in the center of the room, which seemed to be the remnants of some kind of bonfire.
Qiaomu and Evanie stood beside him. They also woke up and looked around.
Although the way of entering is somewhat similar to dreaming, in fact, with the help of the power of the dream, everyone has entered the dream world in person.
"Yes, this should be the dream layer of the island. I remember the dream bonfire, which was left by me and my guards."
After confirming the situation around her, Evani took the lead in stepping out of the magic circle and releasing the summoned object.
Hearing this, Anvis also looked at the remains of the bonfire.
Just as bonfires in the real world can drive away wild beasts, bonfires in the dream world can also drive away some weird existences in the dream world.
"Let's go up."
With Evannie's summons at the forefront exploring the path, everyone cautiously walked out of the underground tunnel.
At this time, night has fallen in the dream world of the island.
There was no silver moon in the sky, but the purple moon became as big as a carriage, showing a perfect full moon and shining with extremely bright and enchanting purple moonlight.
Except for the eternal light blue guide star in the far northern sky, the other stars are all black, like holes in the blue sky.
The surface of the dream world also has the power of curse, and as night falls, the curse becomes particularly active.
But before anyone could take any further action, a violent wave of fighting came from a distance from the mountains in the island dream world!
The brilliance of magic lit up the night sky, and the terrifying magic fluctuations even penetrated the chaotic curse field, allowing everyone nearly a hundred kilometers away to clearly sense it.
"It's a battle between the eighth orders, Your Excellency Anvis. One of them should be the pagan cultists on the island. And the other party, based on the special power fluctuation... seems to be someone from the Holy See of Holy Glory."
Qiao Mu's expression became solemn and he expressed the result he perceived.
"Let's go over and take a look."
Hearing this, Anvis immediately became interested.
He thought of the Bishop of the Holy See of Holy Glory he had seen in the island tavern, and also recalled the message projected by the Ability God Priest above the ruins.
.….….
At this moment, between the mountains, two figures were facing each other far away in mid-air.
The figure on one side is wearing a large purple sacrificial robe with strange patterns all over it. His face is hidden in the shadow under the hood, making it difficult to see clearly.
A strange scepter was held in his withered right hand, and rich black-green evil power rippled around his body, making his figure appear blurry.
On the other side was a blond young man with an unusually young face.
He wore a pure black solemn bishop's robe, with only three simple gold threads embroidered on the neckline of the shawl. The silver-white circular holy emblem of light hung from his chest, adding a touch of sacred temperament to him.
The power of light permeated his whole body, making his body appear pure and transparent. Even in the deep night, there was not even a trace of shadow.
At this moment, next to these two people with almost completely opposite temperaments, the chaotic magic in the environment has not completely dissipated.
It was obvious that an extremely fierce battle had just ended.
"Hold your hands, heretic. Under God's gaze, your plan will not succeed."
Looking at the priest of the alien god opposite, the blond young bishop spoke indifferently, with a precise and solemn tone, as if he was describing an unquestionable fact.
"You pathetic clowns offer your so-called pious beliefs to that false god. Are you fooling others? Or are you deceiving yourself?"
Opposite him, the robe on the face of the great priest of the Moon Summoning Secret Cult moved slightly, and a hoarse voice came from below, but the content was extremely blasphemous.