Chapter 799 The Interdimensional Jailer, Dreams of Myriad Forms (8000 Words, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Everything is illusory.

Year 34 of the Huai'an calendar, the final years of the empire.

Powerful families carved up and annexed territory, the common people suffered unspeakable hardships, barbarians repeatedly invaded the borders, and local tyrants exploited the people.

A sweep across the land reveals white bones scattered across the wilderness, thousands of miles without a trace of smoke; a glance at the human world shows seven out of ten dead, barely one in a hundred surviving.

Walking through the wilderness, the first thing that catches the eye is not mud and weeds, but white bones mixed among rocks and bushes. Lush vegetation grows atop these overly abundant corpses, now forming a verdant forest.

Entering the city, the first thing seen is not the residences of the common people, but the castle-like walls of wealthy families. These towering fortifications bisect the entire city, turning what was once a city for people to live in into a series of fortresses.

In this era where the authority of the imperial family has collapsed, and many powerful clans are vying for control of the world, dividing it into their own territories, human life is the most valuable resource and also the least valuable commodity.

Either submit, or die.

Like duckweed in water, one can only drift in the direction of the river.

Initially, the disturbances were merely small disputes between localities, followed by blatant attacks between major warlords. From the very first war, the already crumbling corpse of the empire rapidly decayed and collapsed.

A raging fire ignited this turbulent era. From then on, there was no peace in the fields. The shouts of soldiers echoed throughout the land, and blood soaked every inch of the earth and every river.

A chaotic world.

The so-called chaotic world is one without order, without rules, without peace. Killing is commonplace, and being killed is commonplace. Of twenty people fleeing their homes, only one might reach their destination. Villages are left with only withered old men, because all the others have been conscripted into laborers, to the point where entire townships are wiped out.

The countryside is deserted, the cities are filled with white bones; people eat each other, human flesh cheaper than cattle and sheep.

Ordinary people either become slaves to the powerful or avoid it all by retreating to the deep mountains and forests to live in seclusion.

At most, they could raise the banner of rebellion, either overthrowing the powerful to become the new lord themselves or being exterminated by the powerful, their heads becoming just another skull to nourish the vegetation.

It seems that for ordinary people, only avoiding it all is an option.

But who can truly avoid this chaotic world that sweeps across all living beings?

Someone saw all of this.

He saw farmers venturing deep into the mountains to clear wasteland, spending more than a decade cutting down forests, practicing slash-and-burn agriculture, carrying water from the surrounding streams for irrigation, and carefully burying wheat seeds… He watched as farmers who usually braved the elements and drank dew worked themselves to exhaustion, coughing up blood and collapsing, while their children took over the burden, persevering in splitting tree roots, moving large rocks, leveling the land, and driving away poisonous insects.

After two generations, the mountain wilderness, barely a few acres of thin land, was finally reclaimed. At least, there was hope for the future, and not every meal would be a luxury.

But no one could escape the chaotic world.

A defeated army fled into the mountains. These men, with their armor and weapons, didn't even think before killing the farming family who were just trying to cultivate their land. These panicked soldiers vented their fear and anger, raped the women, and cooked the corpses, just like every defeated army in that era did.

Then, they took all the food, not caring that the thin land that had taken more than a decade to cultivate was trampled into a wasteland. They didn't care what they were destroying.

Because it represented nothing.

It was just suffering and futility, just like anything that happens at any moment in the multiverse.

A person who was waiting saw all of this.

He knew better than anyone that this was the process that human history was destined to repeat. Hundreds of years ago, such a chaotic world had appeared once, and hundreds of years later, such a chaotic world would appear again.

He knew better than anyone that this chaotic world would last for decades, until the excess population was eliminated, until the major aristocratic warlords were integrated and unified, until the barbarians plundered the world, until the people of the world, including those high and mighty lords, were tired of it all and wanted to reunify the world and rebuild an empire.

Even until productivity developed to a certain level, to the point where humans began to use other machines to kill each other, and even to the point where the machines were so powerful that they could destroy everyone, fear and checks and balances could bring temporary peace.

Until then.

This chaos would ‘temporarily’ end.

This is the natural law of history, this is the correct historical trajectory. After all, even if the chaotic world were pacified before all of this reached its destined point, what then?

Without enough resources, without peace of mind, the competition between aristocratic families would not be great enough to force them to recruit talent regardless of background, the warlords would still have plenty of soldiers, and the barbarians would not be strong enough to make the successors of these empires fear and unite… If these conditions were not met, even if the empire were unified, it would collapse again.

Waiting.

Waiting is the safest choice. If there is no other truly feasible method to save the entire world, then waiting is the right thing to do. To rashly interfere is just to join the chaotic masses and become one of them.

The so-called great trend of the world is nothing more than this.

But.

He felt that these decades were far too slow.

Countless people were still struggling in dire straits. As long as he saw their miserable appearances of painful wailing and heard their heart-wrenching cries, he could not restrain himself, could not wait.

He wanted to end this chaotic world sooner.

So, he stopped waiting.

In the 34th year of the Huai'an calendar, a sage appeared from the mountains and fields, civilizing wild people, subduing border barbarians. The seven border towns surrendered without a fight, and the surrounding refugees flocked to join him.

This man used his troops like a god, repeatedly defeating the three encirclements and suppressions by the aristocratic families. He conquered city after city, and when he held twelve cities, he officially raised his banner, calling it ‘Pacify Heaven,’ intending to cleanse the world and bring peace to the universe.

Under the banner of Pacify Heaven, there were few capable individuals, but the sage taught his tens of thousands of people according to their aptitudes. Within three years, he enabled the ignorant to recognize characters, know the future, distinguish good from evil, harbor ambitions, and possess strategies in their hearts.

Internally, the sage adjusted taxes, reorganized labor, reopened water conservancy projects, divided troops to cultivate land, enriched the people's livelihoods, and revised new laws, so that every family had something to rely on and something to hold onto in their hearts. The hearts of the people gathered naturally, like water flowing to low-lying areas.

Externally, the sage repelled the five-nation allied forces at the pass, and in a night attack, he defeated three armies. Barbarian invasions were repeatedly thwarted and subdued. Countless defected before battles and sincerely surrendered after battles under the banner of Pacify Heaven.

The sage held troops but was not warlike. If there were no external provocations, he never actively launched attacks. He was always patient, able to wait until everything under his command was ready, his troops strong and his horses stout, so that he could sweep the world in one battle, rather than fighting for more than a decade to defeat the enemy.

After seven years of recuperation and strengthening the country, the banner of Pacify Heaven rose, and it was invincible. Whether it was the private fortresses of wealthy families or the strong armor and solid fortifications of local warlords, all of them quickly disappeared like melting ice under the scorching sun. Even the remaining droplets quickly dried up, because the people under their rule had waited for thousands of years, finally waiting for an army that did not violate the common people.

In ten years, the sage swept the world, completing the great cause that should have taken decades of struggle between heroes and millions of deaths to achieve.

With the banner of Pacify Heaven flying high, the world was at peace.

But this was not the end, only the beginning.

Without enemies, without threats, even the most resilient will would slacken. In the final analysis, productivity was insufficient. The generals and officials of the past once again gradually became new aristocratic families. The lives of the common people were indeed better, which was an undeniable fact, but what country did not have such a scene at the beginning?

Even if the sage had a hundred divine skills and a thousand ingenious plans in his heart, he would find it difficult to implement them due to the times.

Most importantly, he was ultimately just a mortal, and he would die.

——After his death, the banner of Pacify Heaven would fly high for a hundred years, and then new mergers would begin, and new monopolies would continue. As long as the inherent nature in human genes and the natural laws of biological survival could not be changed, all of this was destined to happen. Even a thousand years later, in an era when everyone could eat their fill, these mergers and monopolies would continue to unfold in a different form.

One person can leverage the great trend of history, can reverse the tide of the times, can create the foundation of humanity with his own strength. Such a person is a sage, and his will will remain in the underlying thinking of a civilization. Whether criticized or praised, he is always there. Even if some people may not know it, some words and some principles have already entered their hearts.

Its meaning is immortality.

When the sage passed away, all the people mourned, and the whole country wept. The incense and temples of worship could be seen even in remote barbarian tribes. Shepherds on the distant borders shed tears, remembering the sage's benevolence.

He died, but he did not leave.

In a world where there should not have been souls, the thoughts of countless people and their belief in his Dao condensed into a soul. The sage's spirit walked in temples and among the people, witnessing the changes of the world, the cycle of dynasties, and the changes of the earth and the sea.

He saw the banner of Pacify Heaven decline, decay, and fall, and new flags, new flags that inherited his will, rise. This cycle repeated many times, until the era finally reached the point it should have. With the roar of machines, steel behemoths spewed out in minutes many things that a skilled human could not forge in years. Only then did a new era finally arrive.

In this process, the sage's spirit sometimes guided, sometimes enlightened, sometimes gave inspiration, sometimes guided talented geniuses to the right path, becoming new sages—He was always with the people, even after death, he did not wait, but continued to act for this world he loved and looked forward to, longing for them to move towards a bright and correct future.

Finally, this civilization began to set foot in the sea of stars, began to set foot in the distance, began to step towards the boundless universe.

This was another beginning, another journey.

The sage's spirit was always there, until the very end.

He and his people arrived at the edge of the universe, the boundary of the world—There was no more place to explore, no more place to ascend. The world was in complete harmony, all minds were noble and upward. What they initially pursued was only peace, but now, they were pursuing correctness above peace.

"As long as we open this layer of separation, we can break away from the barrier of our universe and go to a larger and more vast stage."

Before the plan was implemented, someone muttered to themselves like this, and beside her, another engineer closed her eyes: "The former sage is watching us."

The massive reality drilling machine spanned the entire galaxy. It would vibrate the balance of the universe, break through the barriers of the world, and open a path to ‘reality’ in the simplest and most brutal way.

But all of this was illusory.

This was just a dream.

Just as the reality drilling machine was about to start, an ordinary finger stretched out from ‘outside reality,’ covering all living beings, even the ‘eyes’ of the entire universe, even the eyes of the one who stretched out the finger himself.

He covered the eyes of all observers, so everything returned to silence.

【Wait】

Lincoln Elda, the interdimensional jailer of the Myriad Forms Burial Ground, stretched out a finger.

He swept across a bright and fiery dream, one of the most bright, vast, and righteous dreams of all. Sometimes, even he would be slightly lost in such a dream, unable to help but sigh softly.

But in the final analysis, this was still just a dream.

A dream woven by a deity after his fall, in his unwillingness and immortal laws, with his own heart and his own soul, in the boundless universe.

And there were a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, hundreds of billions of such dreams.

In the Myriad Forms Burial Ground, there were infinite such dreams.

The jailer closed his eyes, no longer looking at the beings roaring inside the prison. He sighed and whispered: 【Do not come to this universe… Continue to wait, this is not the era when you can manifest from your dreams】

【At least for now, this is not your era】

【In this Myriad Forms Burial Ground, in this interdimensional prison… you can dream, you can look forward, you can have a dream-like future and hope】

【If you come to reality, come to this place, you will still be powerless, and even… suffer a catastrophe】

[Why!]

In that finger of silence, all things were forgotten, time seemed to flow backwards.

Only the sage could angrily ask ‘reality’ in this reverse dream universe: [I don't care what I am, whether it's the remnant of a deity, a delusion in a dream, even a tiny illusion—but those people, those beings, they deserve real happiness!]

[I swore that I would definitely let everyone enjoy peace and have their dreams in their hearts—I have already succeeded, why not let me try it in ‘reality’?!]

The most ordinary-looking man stood up.

A dream that can communicate with him is not just a dream, he will respect it as reality.

Moreover, what is the difference between reality and illusion?

In a book, what is the difference between the person in the book's dream and the person in the book?

So, he answered seriously: 【Because you are not ready yet】

[We are ready to face everything—including destruction, oblivion, and even the disappearance of our existence, as ethereal as a dream when awakened!]

The sage replied firmly: [I have long been ready—to face the void and accept this truth]

【You are not yet, or rather, you may be ready to face ‘nothingness,’ but you are not yet ready to face ‘reality’】

Lincoln Elda replied calmly: 【I am just a jailer, not a warden, nor the person who built this interdimensional prison—I am not qualified to let you out. The time has not come, I cannot let any prisoners who do not meet the conditions leave】

【You may really have the determination and courage, but you have not waited, waited until the time you should wake up】

He stretched out a finger again, a finger containing respect and admiration.

Faced with this finger, even the sage's spirit found it difficult to maintain. The dream began to roll back, shrink. The reversal of thought was like the reversal of time, and everything returned to before the reality drilling machine was created.

That period of time was as if it had never existed.

【So… continue to dream in the dream】

【This is your punishment… and also your protection】

[No!!]

Even so, the sage's spirit was still unwilling when the dream began to roll back. His eyes could already see the vastness of the real universe across the boundary between dream and reality.

He saw the truth of the Myriad Forms Burial Ground, and the many mech gods traversing the Myriad Forms Burial Ground, the endless army that was rising up and swarming towards the Ruins of Creation.

He angrily rebuked: [Why? Why can these dreams turn into reality, why can these cold, cruel monsters that distort the principles of nothingness enjoy reality?!]

[Jailer, tell me, they are obviously not ready either, why are they able to leave prison, why are they able to stop being dreams?!]

【They are indeed not ready yet】

The jailer said softly: 【But it's different. Your sentences and the correctness you pursue are different】

【They have finally waited for this era. They have left this cage and gone to a larger cage to receive their real calamities and punishments… And everything you are waiting for, looking forward to, and wanting to achieve does not have the slightest soil in the current reality. Letting you out is the real prelude to suffering】

【Sleep, wait—dreaming in a dream is more real than the reality in a dream】

[——————]

The sage's voice grew weaker and weaker, until it could not be heard clearly.

But one could hear the indignation, unwillingness, anger, and firmness in it.

One could not sense any negative despair, confusion, pain, or sadness.

Even if forgotten… the light left behind by the flame still lingered in people's vision.

The bright dream dimmed. It returned to the countless dreams of the Myriad Forms Burial Ground, no longer manifesting, no longer seeming real.

The jailer silently sat on the black dwarf star, closing his eyes and meditating.

【I will not say sorry】He whispered to himself: 【This is your rightful end】

As everyone knows, the Ten Heavenly Gods each possess a small universe, which were supreme creations created by many former Dao Harmonization experts in order to seize the power of the Great Universe for their respective Daoist principles.

In their respective small universes, the gods can better understand the essence of truth and can better comprehend the divine power of many supernatural powers. As long as mortals living in them can recognize the essence of the truth of the universe, whether it is cultivation or life, they can be far more comfortable, free, rapid, and satisfactory than in the Great Universe.

Therefore, many residents of the World of Creation are proud to enter the small universes of the various Divine Systems—that means they have truly entered the core of a Divine System and become a group of people who are 'chosen'.

Of course, there is also the Dark Abyss Dao, a unique Divine System that accepts all its people into its small universe, but other Divine Systems are not like that.

The small universe is a unique creation of the Ten Heavenly Gods and is the representative of their highest management of this universe.

But that is not to say that other forces do not have their own heritage.

The Four Forbidden Zones… each has its own trump cards, heritage, and even its existence is extremely unique.

The Vortex of Strife occupies the outer universe's space and time. They have abandoned the rich resources of the universe, but have a broader multiverse void.

The Tower of Extreme Heaven. Countless cultivators have attached their personal heart-image worlds and personal planes to it, creating an almost infinite tower that reaches the sky. If it can be built successfully, it will inevitably become a small universe, or even a normal universe independent of the World of Creation!

The Ruins of Creation… holds the biggest secret and the supreme authority in this World of Creation.

And the Myriad Forms Burial Ground… its very essence may be the prototype of another small universe.

A universe prototype filled with calamity, pain, despair, loneliness, confusion, and bewilderment.

A universe formed by the gathering of the remains of countless gods, endless beings, and even the will of the universe… If such a world could ignite a spark of initial flame, illuminating all the chaotic void, and let the 'power of existence' turn all things into reality, its birth would probably surpass the small universes created by the Ten Heavenly Gods, and directly become another Great Universe almost as large as the World of Creation.

And how tenacious and powerful would the strong men who walked out of such a universe be?

The jailer could see such a future. He knew the essence of the Myriad Forms Burial Ground and also knew what it would achieve in the future.

Therefore, he waited.

Of course, not all dreams are worth looking forward to, not all meanings are worth pursuing.

Some dreams can breed the most magnificent flames, so the fire needs to be carefully protected.

And some dreams, if they exist, will flow out the poison of confusion and nothingness.

Since everything is nothingness, it doesn't matter whether it is a dream or reality.

Let them out, out of the illusory punishment, let them witness the real correctness, the real future and hope… and then endure the real suffering of reality.

In this way, those lost people may be able to understand their mistakes and know their fallacies.

Raising his head, the interdimensional jailer stared at the endless fleet, like a meteor shower, traversing among the stars.

That was the army of many mech gods and creation machine gods of the Myriad Forms Burial Ground, led to attack the Ruins of Creation.

If the Myriad Forms Burial Ground is a dream after silence and death.

Then the Ruins of Creation is the iron hammer that can create things out of thin air and turn dreams into reality.

With the 【Dao Harmonization Armament·Creation Furnace】 of the Ruins of Creation, the illusory Myriad Forms Burial Ground will be transformed into the eleventh small universe of the entire World of Creation, or even a Great Universe independent of the World of Creation—And at that time, the universe nurtured by the Myriad Forms Burial Ground, the 'Myriad Forms' entangled by all dreams, may become the platform for people to achieve the torrent of Hong.

Nothing wrong with that.

It was the war between the Ten Heavenly Gods and the will of the universe that created the Myriad Forms Burial Ground, so the war between the Myriad Forms Burial Ground and the Ten Heavenly Gods, and even the beings of the universe, was nothing more than a matter of course revenge.

They were originally the dreams of corpses, how could they not let them take revenge on the former murderers?

And the Ruins of Creation… was the least innocent of them.

【Sky-Supporting Titan, Andraktos… you took the most important 'dream' from the Myriad Forms Burial Ground】

Muttering to himself, Lincoln Elda lowered his eyes. He shook his head slightly: 【She should not have escaped her prison. The entire Myriad Forms Burial Ground was built for her. If it weren't for the Primordial Candle Dragon, I wouldn't even know that his fragments had been stolen… Haha, there will always be people who intend to escape prison, and there will always be people who rob prisons. It's just that I really didn't expect that someone would really do this and do such a meaningless thing】

Closing his eyes, the jailer murmured: 【Why not wait? Obviously, in the distant future, she will be reborn, reborn in a universe that truly loves her and truly worships her as its master】

【Waiting… is the right thing to do. One day, everyone can usher in the future they want】

【And I… can also rest in peace】

But, there are always people who are unwilling to wait.

Just like waiting is not the only correct answer, there will always be other ways, there will always be other possibilities, to reach a 'better' future.

Buzz…

Buzz——

Boom!

Before Lincoln Elda could close his eyes, he, and the many mech gods and creation machine gods in the Ruins of Creation, all felt an inexplicable tremor.

A real tremor, a vast tremor that shook the surrounding universe's space and time!

Originating from the essence of the universe, the earthquake of the Great Dao!

Therefore, the Dao Harmonization experts raised their heads and stared sharply at the distant other side, while many other experts also circulated their supernatural powers, sacrificing their magical weapons and divine weapons, and looked at the distant source of the tremor in the vast starry sky.

Boom! Boom… Dong!

At first, it was just a tremor, but as it approached, the tremor seemed to turn into a bell, as if someone was ringing time and playing the sound of the Great Dao.

The endless spiritual energy, and even the subspace itself, rippled like a tide, with layers of waves rolling, even turning the originally invisible spiritual energy into a cyan light tide, surging endlessly in the sea of stars, washing away the stars in all directions.

For a time, most of the endless Burial Ground army that was supposed to be pressing towards the Ruins of Creation stopped, staring at this space-time with suspicion and uncertainty. They couldn't figure out what was happening here.

【A strange truth has been inserted into this universe's space-time… but it's not a Dao Harmonization Armament, nor a Dao Harmonization expert?】

【Someone has stepped into the edge of Dao Harmonization and is in the process of Dao Harmonization… Who is it?! There shouldn't be such a strong person stepping on the critical point among the Ten Heavenly Gods!】

【Even if there is, who dares to harmonize with Dao in this greatest chaotic world in millions of years, in this time when the world is about to collapse and the end-times disaster is coming?!】

For a time, everyone was confused.

They could only hear, along with this endless tremor, a young and steady figure coming from the distant end of time and space.

That was a young man with long black hair. He had a perfect appearance, even more sacred. He stepped on the void of the universe. Every step he took crossed hundreds of stars. The space-time around him twisted and shrunk, and the light was also distorted because of this. Even the red and blue shifts were not abnormal.

The young man walked in this vast universe. Even in the Sealed Universe, he did not walk among the stars so casually, nor did he have any chance to step out of the Milky Way.

But in this World of Creation, he participated in a war that spanned the entire observable universe, tens of millions of habitable galaxies, and involved an entire Great Universe and ten small universes, as well as many Dao Harmonization experts.

So he sighed, looking around at the vast river composed of the structure of the universe, the stars shining with their various colors in the dark vacuum of the universe. He curiously stared at the brilliance of those many stars, those sparks that dotted the dim background, but still insisted on shining their flames.

He could see that even in the World of Creation, there were endless space-time rifts that spanned the entire multiverse. The black rifts tore apart the frozen void and tore apart the space-time turbulence. Its existence itself had become common sense in this multiverse.

Darkness and light intertwined, forming this multiverse.

So the young man longed for the light and never ignored the darkness.

He turned his head and looked at the Myriad Forms Burial Ground in front of him.

This was the sad dream of all beings.

Being killed, being destroyed, being collapsed, being damaged, being worn down, being forgotten.

One by one, their names and pasts were ignored, and there was no future and hope.

They are now just dreams. The current Ten Heavenly Gods do not care about these illusory shadows.

Only a lonely jailer guarded all of this.

However, in this dark and turbid dream, there were still some bright flames burning. Those dreams were so bright that they reflected aurora after aurora in the Myriad Forms Burial Ground.

——If pure darkness is just a greater sadness than death, leaving no thought other than despair, then that is not the most terrible.

——The most terrifying thing is that there is still a ray of light, a spark of flame, a bright star shining in the darkness… This is hope, the most terrifying, but also hope that can kill people.

Attracted by this hope, all the residents in the darkness will reach out their hands, like moths to a flame, just because they want to get close to the light, but they will extinguish the light, causing true despair to come and true nothingness to descend.

Therefore.

Twilight is needed.

Waiting is needed.

The prison needs a jailer.

Just like correctness… needs a final insurance.

Making the light dim… but not extinguishing it.

Like dim dusk, eternal and endless.

"Unless there is a miracle, no one can walk out of this Myriad Forms Burial Ground, the wreckage of the universe."

Even the young man sighed: "Even a miracle will definitely require a long wait, so that all the opportunities can gather, all the causes and effects can gather, so that one can step out openly."

"If one leaves in advance, it will be a bad result, equivalent to abandoning all the darkness, abandoning those dreams that are yearning for light but are all black."

【Candle Dragon?!】

【Primordial Candle Dragon!】

At this moment, finally, the many mech gods of the Myriad Forms Burial Ground finally saw the whole picture of the young man and knew his origin.

Therefore, they exclaimed.

Su Zhou, who was walking over, also turned his head and looked at the many mech gods.

Then, his gaze condensed, condensing on the ordinary man standing silently on the black dwarf star.

"I am Su Zhou."

His words caused the world to tremble. Even the inherent silence and nothingness, the despair and confusion in the Myriad Forms Burial Ground, all disappeared under the vibration of this voice.

It was as if dawn was coming.

The Primordial Candle Dragon's voice was firm: "I am visiting the Myriad Forms Burial Ground today."

"To try the Dao!"

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