What happened...

Luo Siyuan stared blankly at the giant, semi-transparent infant that had suddenly become still on the river in front of him.

His once agile and active brain became dull and slow, and his hands and feet seemed to have disappeared, unable to receive any sensation.

He slowly turned his head to look around and found that the faces of the others on the ship were equally blank and confused.

He shook his head and raised his arm to take a look.

He found that the clothes and skin on his arm had crumbled into powder.

With a gust of wind, it melted into the breeze and disappeared.

Like ice and snow melting, like mud and sand entering the sea.

Clang.

The sound of weapons falling to the ground was incessant.

In a short period of time, some people on the ship had already turned into sand and disappeared, leaving only their weapons on the deck.

Luo Siyuan felt a lightness in his feet and his body suddenly lost its balance. He fell forward, grabbing the wall of the ship to barely stand.

Looking down, he realized that half of his calf had already melted and eroded, turning into gray dust.

"What's going on..."

He tried hard to open his eyes and looked at the three cultivators with Zhu Xuemin. "What did you do..."

Chu Yin and the others were equally surprised. They stood on the slowly disintegrating deck and did not know the source of all these changes.

Before they could answer, Luo Siyuan's face had turned into ashes, disappearing into the wind.

Between heaven and earth, only silence remained.

Bang—

The sound came from the giant infant.

Zhu Xuemin bounced back faster than he had gone.

His feet scraped across the fragile deck, plowing out two long marks.

His condition was not good. He was steaming all over, his skin was red, and he was disheveled, as if he had just been fished out of boiling water.

"I'm fine."

Zhu Xuemin said hoarsely, raising his hand to stop Chu Yin, who wanted to come forward to help him.

[The Sheng Nan Wang dream is over. All players will be forced to exit in 120 seconds.]

The system's cold prompt sounded in his ears. Zhu Xuemin silently stood up, looked at the gray and white world, and murmured, "It's all over."

A tortuous and winding bolt of lightning slowly streaked across the sky, eventually solidifying in mid-air.

The half-day's rain also stopped in mid-air, like a still photograph, motionless.

After a long time, all things began to operate slowly.

The lightning returned to the clouds slowly but surely, the torrential rain swept back into the sky, the river flowed upstream, and the fallen leaves flew back to the branches.

Time was flowing backward.

The annihilated ashes floated back in the wind, reconstructing the people on the ship.

Luo Siyuan, who had returned to his original state, only saw the scene in front of him constantly receding, faster and faster.

He saw his mouth open uncontrollably, asking Chu Yin and the others: "?What did you do.... what's happening"

He saw himself standing by the bridge in Chenzhou City. A leftover pear core flew up from the water and floated back into his mouth, adding pulp piece by piece.

He saw his master, who had long since died, reappear before his eyes, and once again traveled with him, exploring the unknown world.

Finally, he returned to the origin of everything.

Green mountains and green waters, a remote mountain village.

"Siyuan! Dinner's ready!"

His mother's call came from the hall.

The round-faced little boy sitting on the low threshold, basking in the sunset, responded and put away the book in his hand, saying to the little girl next to him, "Let's go, let's go eat."

"Okay."

The little girl in the red cotton-padded jacket grabbed his hand, stood up, and asked curiously, "Brother, are there really demons in the world?"

"How is that possible."

The little boy curled his lips in an old-fashioned manner, disdainfully saying, "Even the current emperor's newly hired National Teacher, Daoist Guang Chenzi, has personally denied the existence of gods, Buddhas, and demons.

He said, 'When people don't know why certain things happen and can't control the course of events,

they will fabricate the cause and effect of things, believing in non-existent causal relationships,

in order to gain a sense of control and eliminate the tension and anxiety caused by the unknown and uncertainty.

Blindly clinging to and fanatically believing is superstition.'

People don't understand the laws of weather changes, so there is a heavenly court that governs clouds and rain.

Afraid of doing bad things and suffering retribution, there is a hell that rewards good and punishes evil.

Afraid of the dark, there are demons lurking in the shadows.

In order to seek longevity, there are immortals living alone in the sky.

There has never been any god or Buddha in this world. No matter what you do, it all depends on yourself."

He shook the book in his hand, and the title became more conspicuous under the setting sun.

"Natural Philosophy's Mathematical Principles - Written by Guang Chenzi"

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Li Ang opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling of his bedroom.

"Are you awake? You have the best qualities among this group of people."

A low voice sounded in his ears.

Li Ang's expression did not change. He did a carp jump from the bed and casually flicked Chai Da Xiaojie, who was playing cosplay in mid-air, on the forehead.

He jumped up and rushed to the computer desk in a few steps, browsing the player forum page.

After a delay of more than ten seconds, new posts appeared on the player forum one after another, most of which were about the early end of this Sheng Nan Wang mission and the forced exit of everyone.

Li Ang leaned back and lay back in his chair, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know what Zhu Xuemin said or did to Sheng Nan Wang, judging from the results, it should have worked.

Well done.

Ding-dong.

A notification came from the friend system in the personal panel. It was Xing Hechou sending a message.

"Brother Li, are you there?"

"I'm here."

Li Ang replied, "Brother Xing, have you returned to the base?"

Xing Hechou: "Yes. Comrade Zhu and the others have also returned. I have to thank you this time. If it weren't for you, this mission would have been difficult to complete, and the comrades in the bureau would have suffered heavy losses."

"You're welcome."

Li Ang chatted with Xing Hechou for a few words and casually asked about the whereabouts of Sheng Nan Wang.

In the dream, Xing Hechou said that the dream eater in the Demon Imprisonment Cave took the lead in suggesting that controllable urban legends be created in the real world.

Using the subconscious of billions of humans to create artificial gods,

so that the gods themselves could become recyclable training grounds.

However, before the Special Affairs Bureau could discuss the results, the dream eater disappeared.

And the urban legend of Sheng Nan Wang also spread in the real world.

If Xing Hechou wasn't lying, then it was likely that the dream eater himself, or other forces using the dream eater, gave birth to Sheng Nan Wang, which caused this large-scale mission.

So, the question is, where is Sheng Nan Wang now?

Has it been eliminated, or has it been recruited by Zhu Xuemin, who finally entered the third layer of the dream?

Where are the other forces that gave birth to Sheng Nan Wang (if they really exist)? They must have also entered the dream. Why would they let Zhu Xuemin do as he pleases?

Once you think along the lines, more and more questions arise.

Faced with Li Ang's questions, Xing Hechou laughed and brushed it off.

Seeing this, Li Ang didn't ask any more questions. After receiving the information that "there were no problems with ordinary people infected by the Sheng Nan Wang meme" from Xing Hechou, he hung up the friend communication with satisfaction.