“?”
Elias froze in place.
Cold sweat immediately broke out across his back, bringing a desperate chill.
Not the Moon Lord's messenger?!
Then who the hell was it?!
He had clearly used the pure Dream Prayer Ritual of the Moon Lord!
Even the moons were hanging in the sky exactly as they should be!
And now you're telling me you're not one of the Moon Lord's people?
Does drawing these three blue moons mean my spirituality has been completely invaded by some unknown high-level existence?!
Run!
I have to pull the plug and get out now!
Elias didn't hesitate.
He gritted his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
Even if it meant paying the heavy price of damaging his spirituality, he intended to forcibly sever this spiritual connection and leave this bizarre dream!
However.
Before he could mobilize the spirituality in his body to take action.
The horse in front of him suddenly moved its thick lips again, unhurriedly adding another sentence.
“However...”
“If you insist on saying I am the Moon Lord, that is not exactly wrong either.”
“...”
The desperate resolve Elias had just summoned was instantly choked back into his throat by those words.
Is there something wrong with you?!
One moment you say you're not, and the next you say you are.
Are you playing Schrödinger's Moon Lord with me?!
Of course.
Elias could only keep these frantic complaints to himself.
No matter how unreliable or slacker-like the other party seemed.
This was still an intangible cultural heritage left behind by a suspected fellow transmigrator.
It was also a high-level existence.
So, which existence was he actually questioning right now?
How could there be such a strange state in this world as "being the Moon Lord yet not being the Moon Lord," which completely defied logic?!
A sense of helplessness from being unable to control his own fate made Elias feel a surge of intense frustration.
“You should leave now.”
The Peak Horse saw the violent tremors in the spirituality surrounding Elias.
For once, its voice carried a hint of warning.
“Your consciousness is sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of the spirit world.”
“If you do not leave now...”
“You will likely follow the spiritual turbulence and fall directly toward Calovius.”
“Or even be devoured by the powerful creatures lurking in the spirit world.”
“Strictly speaking.”
“Your current state does not qualify as unconscious wandering in the spirit world.”
The horse was clearly not being alarmist.
Because, as its voice fell.
The entire midnight sky suddenly underwent a hair-raising transformation!
It was as if the eggshell of the dream was being crudely smashed.
The sky, originally filled with distorted stars, began to peel and fall away in large patches.
Revealing a kaleidoscopic chaos beyond that could not be described in human language.
I can't stay any longer!
The dream is collapsing!
“One last question!”
Elias almost screamed at the top of his lungs.
He could already clearly feel his spirituality being wrapped layer by layer by unknown substances from the spirit world.
A terrifying sensation of falling lingered in his mind.
“My next promotion ritual...”
“What offerings do I need?!”
Hearing this substantive question regarding his supernatural path.
The Peak Horse, unexpectedly, did not answer as quickly and dismissively as usual.
It fell into a rare silence.
It closed its massive horse eyes and tilted its head slightly.
Its posture was as if it were seriously sensing and listening to something in the endless void.
These brief seconds felt like an entire century to Elias.
A moment later.
It reopened its eyes and spat out two words:
“None.”
“What?”
Elias was stunned; he thought he was hallucinating.
No offerings?!
Didn't it just say I needed a promotion ritual?
“You only need to set up the ritual array.”
A ritual without offerings?
Could that even succeed?
It was just that his falling spirituality could no longer support any more time for questions.
The Peak Horse's voice became increasingly ethereal.
“You are running out of time.”
“Remember, do not perform the Dream Prayer Ritual so frequently; your spirituality will not be able to withstand the collapse.”
With that.
It high-kicked its hind hooves, which radiated terrifying kinetic energy.
“Wait!”
Elias looked at the rapidly expanding horse hooves and immediately raised his hands in panic.
“No need, I'll do it mysel—”
However, before he could finish.
Those emotionless hooves, carrying a force capable of crushing everything in its path, smashed the dream apart.
With unerring precision, they slammed into him.
“Dammit!!!”
...
He received the exact same treatment as last time.
Although there was no actual physical damage.
The tearing sensation acting directly on the depths of his soul turned into a very real, searing pain!
“Hiss—”
In the outside world.
Inside the room at the Golden Rose Hotel.
Elias, who had been lying on the carpet, suddenly jolted awake like a fish being electrocuted!
His back was already completely soaked with cold sweat, which felt ice-cold against his skin.
“What happened to you?”
In the depths of his mind, Old Ed's voice, tingled with confusion, immediately rang out.
“Why were you in there so long this time?”
“Logically, no matter how long you stay in a dream during the Dream Prayer Ritual, only an instant should pass in reality.”
“You didn't cross the line and fall into the spirit world, did you?”
Listening to the old man's rapid-fire questions.
Elias was frustrated to the extreme.
He raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his face and responded succinctly:
“Almost.”
The massive amount of information the dream had brought him was truly terrifying, weighing on him so heavily he could barely breathe.
When he first transmigrated to this world.
His only thought was to keep his head down and survive.
But now.
He had to be extremely worried about what kind of life-threatening things he was actually facing.
In reality, the dream demon curse hung over his head.
In the shadows, the lunatics of the Mist Veil Society were plotting in Moon Bay.
On the spiritual level, it was an even bigger mess.
He still didn't know who that terrifying little girl he met during the Audience was.
In the Dream Prayer Ritual, he had somehow connected to an unknown existence.
And then there was that mysterious lady who had directly hijacked his spirituality last time.
As his entanglement with this world grew tighter.
Not only did he not know more, but his questions were increasing.
Now it seemed that his transmigration was absolutely not a coincidence.
It was more like a crazy play that someone had meticulously choreographed.
This feeling of his fate being held firmly in someone else's hand.
It gave Elias a deep sense of suffocation.
He had to become stronger!
He had to possess the power to break free from this chessboard!
Elias shook his head violently, ignoring the extreme weakness brought on by his spirituality nearly falling into the spirit world.
He scrambled to his feet and quickly began to set up the array required for his second promotion ritual.
“You seem very weak.”
“Aren't you going to rest?”
Perhaps seeing that Elias was in a bad mood, Old Ed showed a rare bit of concern.
“And have you decided on the offerings?”
Elias's hands didn't stop as he replied coldly:
“I don't need any.”
“What?”
Old Ed was stunned.
“That is what the Dream Prayer Ritual told me.”
“What?!”
Old Ed's tone was filled with disbelief.
“Has that horse in your dream gone mad?!”
But as soon as the words left his mouth.
The old man seemed to immediately realize his slip of the tongue—daring to directly question the authority of a divine messenger.
That was a death wish!
Old Ed immediately slammed on the brakes and stiffly changed his tone.
The speed at which he backed down left Elias speechless.
“Ahem...”
“It has the final say.”
“You go ahead.”
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