Chapter 840
Ascending to the Heavenly Platform
Just as the super-rich and handsome Yang Yanchen was making love to his sweetheart Jiaqinina from the Meijia tribe in the warm pavilion of Ningfang Courtyard, they were deeply in love.
The once bustling and leisurely capital city has long since shed its former glory and entered a tense state of preparation for war.
Every inch of air was filled with an atmosphere of grimness and urgency.
Upon receiving the summons from the Divine Capital Garrison, the 15 billion residents each found a safe spot and focused intently on slowly drawing out wisps of delicate, lustrous light from the very source of their dreams.
In other words, it is the accumulated power of dreams over time.
After the dream's mental power was extracted, it followed the invisible energy channels and was steadily injected into the luminous white orb suspended in front of him, and then leaped to the energy core of the divine capital.
Dream energy is an extremely obscure and elusive deep dream energy. Under normal circumstances, even a powerful dream knight would find it difficult to extract, let alone an ordinary person.
But Yang Fan's astonishing methods turned this "impossible" into reality.
When he oversaw the construction of the Dream Capital, he secretly integrated several core, deep-level laws into the core of the capital's dreamscape, making them the fundamental driving force behind the capital's operation.
He used the power of the deep laws to create a "dream program" exclusive to the capital city—this program is not a physical entity, but a special energy carrier that exists based on the laws.
Yang Fan also modified the program, adding a window interface similar to real-world software.
An ordinary person can figure out how to operate it with just one glance.
Once residents of the capital city obtain official authorization, they can easily activate the corresponding dream program and, with the help of the program, easily extract dream energy, achieving what even high-level dream knights find difficult to do.
Besides.
As the orders issued by the Divine Capital Garrison were executed precisely, the once bustling and lively Liuli Street began to see its flow of people decrease rapidly at a visible speed.
The residents who were first to take action were those who were assigned to the "reserve group".
The so-called reserve group can be understood as a reserve team.
If the intensity of the Dark Tide Peak exceeds expectations and the Divine Capital Shield shows signs of being unable to withstand it, the reserve team must step in immediately.
Upon receiving the backup order, the residents put aside their work and quickly returned to their residences in the capital, ready to respond to any further calls from the capital.
Of course, the reserve team can also earn merit points, but the amount will be much less.
Secondly, there is the Patrol and Defense Division.
When the energy impact of the Dark Tide Peak arrives, the core laws of the Divine Capital will inevitably be violently shaken.
Because the foundation of the Dream Capital is not made of physical bricks and stones, but rather of the deep laws that Yang Fan has integrated into it.
Once the laws are challenged, the foundation will shake, and the entire capital city will inevitably experience slight tremors.
This tremor, though seemingly weak, was enough to affect the buildings within the capital city.
The buildings in the capital city are all solidified from the power of dreams, and the tremors of the laws may cause minor damage to the buildings.
The skyscrapers in the capital city are often thousands of meters tall, and even small fragments falling from such heights would have a tremendous impact.
If an ordinary person's dream form is hit, it will suffer minor damage or even collapse completely. The spirit will be slightly traumatized, and the person will inevitably be listless for several months.
The entire patrol force was mobilized, clad in lightweight dream armor and riding all sorts of strange and wonderful dream beasts, traversing the streets and alleys of the capital.
These dream beasts come in various forms, most of which are species that do not exist in the real world.
Some resemble creatures from a game, such as griffins, whose bodies are covered in glowing scales;
Some resemble creatures from the myths and legends of the Great Xia Dynasty, such as the White Dragon, whose body is shrouded in mist, and riding the White Dragon looks like riding on clouds and mist;
Some people even ride on flying carpets, with wheels of fire or other flying devices under their feet.
They are essentially manifestations of the power of dreams, incorporating various supernatural forces.
In short, there's nothing that even a god can't do, only things you can't imagine.
This is precisely why the Dream Capital is so popular and is hailed by all of humanity as the "second home" of the Azure Civilization.
While urging residents still lingering on the streets to return to their homes as soon as possible, the patrol officers meticulously inspected the buildings, railings, and high-altitude facilities along the way.
Once a potential breakage is detected, they immediately activate the corresponding dream program to temporarily reinforce the structure with energy and prevent the fragments from falling.
Finally, there is the core force of the Divine Capital's defense system—the Divine Capital Legion.
When the energy of the Dark Tide Peak reaches its peak and breaks through the spatial barrier, the Dark Tide monsters in the rift have a certain probability of descending into the Divine Capital in the form of energy projections.
Therefore, the entire Divine Capital Legion, numbering over 2000 million, had already assembled.
Above the sky, rows of ancient and elegant warships from the capital city are patrolling rapidly.
All the warships were formed from an extremely high concentration of dream power, and their hulls were engraved with exquisite divine totems and law patterns.
With a sharp bow and a wide stern, the ship is equipped with huge energy wings on both sides. When it is activated, it leaves behind dazzling silver-blue trails that crisscross the sky above the capital.
Countless trails intertwined, forming a vast and magnificent net of light that covered the entire sky above the capital.
These divine warships are not ordinary dream creations; they contain a small amount of dream law power and are called—high-level dream creations.
The warship was incredibly sturdy; even when subjected to a full-force attack from a knight-level dream creature, it would not be easily brought down.
More importantly, the Divine Capital Warship and the Illusionary Dream Divine Capital itself have an extremely close energy connection, which can mobilize the power of the Divine Capital's laws at any time to launch extremely powerful attacks.
Even dream creatures at the knight level might not be able to withstand the combined attack of ten divine warships.
Amidst this tense atmosphere, Gabamda, an observer from the Iron Fist Civilization, officially stepped into this City of Light, protected by the laws of dreams, through the exclusive cross-dimensional passage of the Divine Capital, the "Dream Ascent Platform."
The so-called "Dream Ascent to the Sky Terrace" is not a "passage" in the traditional sense, but a supernatural teleportation device that Yang Fan created specifically for cross-dimensional visitors based on the laws of deep dreams.
Its core principle is to mobilize the dream power within the Dream City to precisely condense a brand new dream body for a designated target, and then remotely transmit the visitor's consciousness to attach it to this dream body.
It has no barriers or restrictions: any creature with its own consciousness, regardless of its strength or whether it has awakened dream abilities, can descend into the capital in the form of a dream body through the Dream Ascension Platform as long as it obtains official authorization from the Dream Capital.
Even ordinary civilians with low strength, and alien beings who have never been exposed to dream energy, can use this to cross mountains and seas and step into this city of light.
All of this stems from the ultimate application of the laws of the deep dream realm, and behind it lies Yang Fan's profound understanding of these laws. This Iron Fist Warrior—whose strength has remained stuck at the threshold of a high-level warrior for so many years, unable to enter the knightly ranks—chosen a highly symbolic form when condensing his dream body:
The form of a warrior covered in lava armor, each plate of which is made of molten lava but remains in a molten state and has not completely solidified.
A halo of dark red and golden light flowed across the armor, as if flames were slowly burning beneath the armor plates, and even the surrounding air was slightly distorted by this heat wave.
With each step he took, the lava armor beneath his feet would tremble slightly, and a few drops of illusory lava would drip down through the gaps in the armor plates, landing on the white jade floor of the Ascension Platform.
The lava did not cause any burning; instead, it instantly solidified into lifelike lava flowers, with petals layered upon each other, before quietly dissipating, leaving only a faint heat wave.
This appearance is not something Gabamda imagined out of thin air, but rather the standard form of the lava god in the ancient myths and legends of the Tekken world.
Gabamuda subconsciously turned his head and looked at a bright white crystal mirror placed on one side of the Dream Ascension Platform, where his image was clearly reflected.
It was placed here specifically to accommodate visitors who were entering the Divine Capital for the first time through the Illusionary Dream Ascension Platform, allowing them to see their own form clearly at the first moment.
Gabamu stared intently at himself, his eyes filled with wonder and awe.
But this novelty didn't last long. After a moment, his eyes gradually dimmed: "I wonder if the legends of the Iron Fist Civilization will have any chance of being passed down again..."
These days, he has been running around, exhausting himself, trying every possible way to seek help.
Even when the hope was slim, he never gave up.
Yet, deep down, he had a clear understanding: the disasters in the primordial world were escalating, the Iron Fist civilization's defense system was already riddled with holes, and the number of surviving members of his people was dwindling.
The legends, the culture and beliefs passed down through generations, etched into the very bones of the Iron Fist people, may truly vanish completely into the primordial world with the demise of civilization.
This profound sense of powerlessness enveloped him like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
There was a long silence.
Gabamuda composed himself, turned around, and slowly walked down the Dream Ascension Platform.
The moment his feet completely stepped out of the Ascension Platform, the scene before him suddenly changed dramatically.
Previously, he was in a strange space filled with pure light. The surroundings were white, with no distinction between heaven and earth, and only a continuous flow of dream power in the air.
But what came into his view at that moment was a magnificent and bustling metropolis.
The surrounding area is filled with super high-rise buildings that are both antique and futuristic, built against the mountain and rising layer by layer, reaching straight into the sky.
The wooden pillars and glazed eaves complement each other, and the exquisite patterns engraved on the window frames have both the elegance of the Xia Dynasty and the mystery of the laws of dreams.
Crystal-clear corridors, like rainbows after the rain, crisscross the sky, connecting towering buildings.
The surface of the corridor is planted with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants unique to the capital, and the branches are full of brightly colored flowers of various shapes.
A gentle breeze blew, and the petals fluttered down, filling the air with a refreshing fragrance. Even through the warm lava armor, Gabamuda could clearly smell this sweet scent.
Prior to this, he had seen videos of the Dream City and was already familiar with the prosperity of this dream city.
But when he actually experienced it firsthand and saw it all with his own eyes, he was still slightly shocked by the scene before him.
His gaze slowly swept over everything before him: tall buildings, corridors, exotic flowers, radiant crowns, and the divine warships patrolling the sky in the distance.
Every scene was even more breathtaking than what was shown in the video.
Gabamuda couldn't help but sigh softly, his tone full of envy: "The Azure people seem to never stop, always striving to build their homeland."
Not only in the real world, they built the Azure civilization into a prosperous and thriving place, but even in this illusory dream world, they never stopped their efforts, spending decades to build such a vast and bustling metropolis.
What's even more remarkable is that the Azure people have transformed this dream city into a super weapon capable of resisting the Dark Tide Disaster and protecting hundreds of millions of their people.
Such a feat is something that probably no other civilization in the entire primordial world could accomplish.
Gabamuda walked and stopped, a question swirling in his mind—why are the Canglan people always able to do these amazing things?
Just then.
A sudden whooshing sound came from the air, instantly attracting Gabamda's full attention.
He subconsciously looked up, his pupils contracting slightly.
A pure white tiger with a pair of large, fluffy wings on its back was seen galloping towards them, riding on a sky full of colorful auspicious clouds.
"Roar--!"
A tiger's roar suddenly rang out, and fine energy ripples instantly spread through the air.
Gabamuda was momentarily stunned upon seeing this.
After his initial shock, he regained his senses and shifted his gaze, discovering that a warrior dressed in strange armor was riding on the back of the white tiger.
Knowing he was a visitor, he could only stand quietly in place, waiting for the other person to approach and ask him questions.
The expected questions did not occur.
The winged white tiger, riding on auspicious five-colored clouds, swiftly arrived not far in front of Gabamuda in an instant.
The warrior on the white tiger's back leaned down slightly and glanced down at Gabamuda.
A semi-transparent illusory panel quickly condensed in front of him, with flowing light flashing on it. Lines of golden information flashed by, instantly reading and displaying all of Gabamda's identity information.
The soldier's eyes quickly scanned the panel, and when he saw the words "Special Authorization from the High-Level Executives of the Human Alliance," his expression became slightly more serious.
He knew perfectly well that visitors who had received special authorization from the higher-ups of the People's Alliance were not people that ordinary guards or patrol soldiers in the capital could control at will.
The warrior straightened up slightly and shouted to Gabamda, "Mr. Observer, the Dark Tide Catastrophe is imminent. The capital is on full alert. Please be sure to take care of your safety!"
The white tiger let out another short, low roar, its wings flapped suddenly, and the colorful auspicious clouds beneath its feet surged instantly, carrying its body away with a "whoosh."
Gabamuda's gaze followed the direction the winged white tiger had gone until the snow-white figure completely disappeared between the buildings and corridors before he slowly withdrew his gaze.
His eyes were filled with deep envy: "If only the Ironfist Civilization could have such a dreamlike capital." (End of Chapter)