The light of the sun in the dream penetrated the stained glass windows and was projected onto the stone slabs, and Stan Tito happened to be kneeling in the center of the overlapping lights.
The god on the altar looked at Stan Tito and said nothing for a long time.
The craftsmen below the altar bowed their heads humbly, feeling uneasy in their hearts.
When my heart sank to the bottom, God finally spoke.
God said.
"Actually, I don't want to give you the creative power of dreams, because I'm not sure whether this power brings hope or destruction."
"Just like the power of Ruh, it came to help you build your home, but in the end it became a giant monster of destruction."
"Perhaps if I give you this power, you will perish faster."
"Although I don't pay much attention to you, I still hope that you will exist for a longer time."
"Even if."
"Your civilization will surely be destroyed in the course of time. I still hope that the civilization founded by Ledlicki will shine brightly and leave enough traces."
God’s words did not stop and continued.
"but."
"Sheila said she wanted to believe in your possibilities, and she prayed again and again to give you another chance."
"She always said that you will create great miracles, but you just lack an opportunity."
Sheila, the messenger of God, standing on the right side of the altar, bent down and bowed respectfully to God.
Stan Tito's mood fluctuated like falling from a high mountain into a valley, but at the end of the hearing, his mood completely calmed down.
Because he truly realized the kindness of God and His greatness.
He glanced at the messenger Sheila gratefully, then raised his head and said.
"O great God Insai!"
"Although we always mess up everything, even though the Trileaf people always run counter to God's guidance."
"We are arrogant, we are greedy, and we always show our ugly side in front of you."
"But even in the darkest depths of our hearts, we still have a heart longing for beauty and longing for the future."
God's tone changed slightly, just like the tone after a long sigh.
"I hope you can make good use of the creative power of dreams this time."
"would prefer to."
"What it brings is creating a better future."
The god smiled faintly and cast his gaze downward.
Stan Tito saw countless streams of stars sliding down from high places, and the god's mere gaze made him unable to lift his head.
"Don't make it so that every time you ask me to give you something."
"In the end, it's like I gave you a magic box of destruction."
"Even if."
"What I put in the box is hope."
Stan Tito knelt on the ground and knocked his head hard on the stone slab. You could see the excitement and surge in his heart.
He was ashamed of the original sin of the three-leaf people, but also grateful for the majesty of the gods.
"No! It won't happen this time."
"O merciful and great God!"
"This time, we will definitely live up to your expectations."
God didn't answer, but Stan Tito understood what it meant.
All promises and vows are meaningless in front of the eternal God. For Him who transcends time, maybe after a short rest, God can see the ending.
The promise you swore back then, your unshakable belief, and your eternal vow.
It is very likely that in the blink of an eye, the spirit will be destroyed and disappear.
But even so.
Stan Tito is still willing to believe that the Trefoil people can rely on the creative power of dreams to create a hopeful and bright future.
He wants to believe it.
Also firmly believe so.
Sheila, the messenger of God, walked up to Stan Tito and led him towards the outside of the temple.
"Stan Tito."
"Come and receive your gift! Look at the future and hope you seek for the three-leaf people."
Outside the Temple of God, dream fairies floated out from the sea of flowers one after another, surrounding Stan Tito and the dream demon Sheila.
"La la la!"
"Should we start?"
"From now on we will also become great goblins."
They pulled Stan Tito to chase the shadow of Sheila, the messenger of God, singing innocent but sacred songs in their mouths, and flew into the sky together with laughter——
The dream world is mainly divided into three levels.
The top layer is the light dust of dreams of all the Trileaf people and the people of the Demon Abyss, as well as the dream of life condensed after their death.
The lowest level is the kingdom of God that was transformed from the dream egg of Sheila, the messenger of God, into the land given by God.
The second floor is still blank.
But long before that, the gods had determined that it would be the place where dream eggs would grow, reserved for dream fairies.
It is the country of fairies.
The fairy's dream egg is a channel between reality and dreams, half of it is in reality and half of it remains in dreamland.
It can project the power of the dream world onto the human world, affecting the real world in a domain-general form.
"Hurry up!"
"It's snowballing."
The fairies in the dream happily pushed their dream eggs to the second level.
They pushed their colorful dreams under the dreamy sea of stars, cheering and chasing each other.
In the end, the power of hundreds of dream eggs merged together and turned into a huge dream bubble.
In the dream, the sun manifests the shadow of the cup of God, and the dream of the gods contained in the cup becomes extremely transparent and crystal clear under the rays of the sun.
Later.
Projecting one magical symbol after another.
"I want to become a snow fairy." A fairy caught the ice-like symbol, and white snow fell wherever the fairy passed.
"I want to become a pottery fairy." It held a pottery doll in its hand, and wherever it passed, a pottery-like earth appeared in the dream bubble.
"I want to become an Iron Fairy." This fairy wears a delicate brooch on her chest.
"Me, me, me, I want to become the Fairy of Weaving." It was wearing a warm scarf, which was a gift given to it by Sir Sheila.
In the huge dream bubble, all kinds of magical things that Stan Tito could not imagine instantly appeared.
This is a dreamland, or a kingdom of fairies.
The fairies compete to attract the phantoms of laws projected by the dreams of different gods, and master the power that can condense snow, pottery, iron, and weaving. Then they transform their dream eggs according to their own ideas and create the world of their own imagination.
The land of fairies.
Stan Tito also gradually understood.
The power of fairies is not creation. The power of creation comes from the dream of God contained in the Cup of God.
It is a power like a law. Ice, pottery, iron, weaving, etc. are all derived from the power of that law.
The power of fairies is more like a dream realm, which can manifest the things in the dreams of gods.
Sheila, the messenger of God, stood in this land of fairies, looking at the playful fairies with a smile on her face.
Her perspective was completely different from Stan Tito's. She saw the future of the dream world.
Dream fairies grow out of the sea of sun flowers at the foot of the Temple of God. After growing into great fairies, they will take their dream eggs with them into the land of fairies.
When these dream eggs are cultivated and matured by the three-leaf people, they will merge with part of the existence of the real world and sink into the lower level of the dream world.
Transformed into an existence similar to the Kingdom of God.
The dream world will become more and more powerful as a result.
finally.
It truly becomes the kingdom where God comes.
Sheila, the fairy in the dream, looked at Stan Tito standing aside: "Your body is already dead. I have chosen the most shining place among the stars for you, where you can enjoy your dreams and peace."
"But you can choose one person to inherit the power of this dream. Who would you choose to be the successor of your will?"
"I can send you into the dreamy star sea and choose the person you want in the dream."
Stan Tito had already made arrangements and choices. He looked from the magnificent and dreamy land of fairies to the human world.
A figure was reflected in his eyes, a three-leaf man with a slave brand on his body.
"There's no need to choose, I've already found it."
Stan Tito laughed, his eyes full of expectation.
"A preacher."
"A person who inherits the great poet's beautiful wishes and my dreams."