Chapter 841
The Ancient Gods are a Group of Crazy and Pathetic Prisoners
The Dreamlike Divine Capital.
Inside a warm pavilion.
The commotion that had been rising and falling gradually subsided.
Inside the warm pavilion, only soft, long breaths could be heard.
In a sense, the warmth in this dream is far superior to the experience in the real world.
The dream power of the Dream Capital inherently contains special laws and powers, which can directly affect a person's consciousness and soul without relying on a physical body, giving the purest and most intense sensory stimulation.
Without any constraints or flaws, it is the most perfect pleasurable experience in the world, making it difficult to extricate oneself once immersed in it.
That is why so many people are so fascinated by the pleasures of dreams.
What is most amazing is that this warmth relying on the power of dreams is not just a "mirage" or a "fleeting dream"—if the woman desires to conceive, the pleasure of dreams can indeed give birth to new life.
As long as both parties are willing, and by consuming a portion of pure dream power, the "life essence" of the man can be precisely extracted and temporarily stored in the energy center of the capital city using the laws and programs of the divine capital.
Then, using the Dream God Capital as a transit point, guided by the laws, it overcomes spatial barriers and is steadily delivered into the woman's real body, thus achieving the goal of conception.
In short, this is the unique secret technique of the Dream God Capital – “Conception from Afar”.
Of course, such extraordinary methods are not free—whether it's extracting the power of dreams or using the energy transferred through the Divine Capital's central hub, it requires spending a considerable amount of merit points.
Since the establishment of the Dream Capital, there have been at least 100,000 cases of successful births through this "remote conception" method.
The tranquility within the warm pavilion lasted for quite a while.
The peak impact of the undercurrent energy is imminent. You are the commander of the Divine Capital Garrison and a crucial administrator of the capital. At such a critical juncture, won't your staying here with me delay important matters?
Jiaqinina was the first to break the silence.
As a high-ranking noble of the Meijia civilization, she received the most rigorous and comprehensive education from a young age, and has a strong sense of the big picture in her bones. Even when she is immersed in warmth, she has never been able to completely let go of her worries.
Yang Yanchen couldn't help but chuckle softly, reassuringly saying, "Silly girl, you don't need to worry at all. It's just a mere Dark Tide Peak impact; it's nothing to the Dream Capital."
Jiaqinina was incredibly intelligent; she instantly discerned the hidden meaning in his casual tone.
She couldn't help but ask again, "You mean, the true power contained within the Dream Capital is even greater than everyone outside imagined?"
A barely perceptible hesitation flashed in Yang Yanchen's eyes, and he vaguely replied, "More or less, anyway, he's much, much more capable than anyone imagined."
He said "a lot" twice in a row, a detail that immediately caught the attention of the noblewoman, Mika.
Perhaps due to the intense passion and deep affection at that moment, Yang Yanchen remained silent for a moment before finally relenting and revealing a little more confidential information:
"Actually, you don't know that this Dream City was not built to resist these ordinary undercurrents and natural disasters at all. It is a trump card that my father, Yang Fan, carefully prepared to deal with the possible 'Great Cataclysm' in the future."
Jiaqinina's beautiful eyes flickered, and she instantly understood the meaning behind her partner's words.
In the prophecies of the Mika civilization, the Great Cataclysm is a cataclysmic event that will completely end everything.
For the people of Meijia, this is the ultimate horror.
The Dark Tide Catastrophe is not even in the same league as the Great Cataclysm.
If the Illusionary Dream God is a defensive structure designed to deal with the Great Cataclysm, then it is more than enough to deal with the Dark Tide Peak Impact.
Since Yang Yanchen brought up the secret of the "Great Cataclysm," the conversation between the two naturally shifted to this ultimate secret that concerns the survival of all civilizations.
Jiaqinina adjusted her posture slightly and asked in a soft but cautious tone, "What kind of disaster is the Great Cataclysm you mentioned?"
She paused, then added, "It's not just our Meijia civilization. I've heard elders in my family mention that many powerful civilizations with deep foundations have prophecies about this ultimate calamity, but none of them can clearly explain how this calamity will come."
“Even our most wise and holy high priest of the Miga civilization only vaguely mentioned that this disaster involved a very high level, and that the mastermind behind this calamity was the legendary great being who is above all life.”
Both of them understood the meaning of the "great being" mentioned in the sentence—it was the ancient god that all civilizations kept secret and dared not mention easily.
Yang Yanchen nodded slightly and gave a flat "hmm" in response, then added, "You're right, this disaster is indeed related to the ancient gods."
Jiaqinina's gaze was fixed on his face, as if trying to discern her partner's inner thoughts.
A moment later, she quietly realized one thing—her partner, the son of the savior, despite his noble status, knew very little about the "Great Cataclysm" and the secrets of the ancient gods.
This realization caused a slight sense of disappointment to rise in her heart.
But then she thought about it again, and it seemed to make sense. After all, her partner was just a knight, and how could she let a knight know about things related to the ancient gods?
Yang Yanchen suddenly showed a look of reminiscence, and his eyes became distant.
Jacinina drew a few circles on her partner's chest and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
He paused for a moment, then didn't hide anything: "I just remembered something. After the fierce demigod war of the Miga civilization, Dad returned to Azure Star from Miga Star."
"Once, I was passing by the study when I overheard my father and mother talking. I vaguely heard a strange sentence. Now that I think about it, that sentence may be related to the Great Cataclysm."
"What?"
A surge of intense curiosity welled up in Jiaqinina's heart. Her delicate white fingers, which were drawing circles, stopped, and she even raised her head slightly.
In the hearts of all Meijia people, Meijia the Savior is an all-powerful being, and not a single word she utters should be taken lightly.
Yang Yanchen did not hide anything from his father when faced with the pillow talk: "Back then, my father said, 'Now I realize that those great beings who are admired are essentially just a group of crazy and pitiful prisoners.'"
The word "prisoner" struck Jiaqinina like a thunderbolt, leaving her completely stunned.
The ancient gods were actually prisoners?
Or are they just a bunch of crazy and pathetic prisoners?
In the mind of this noblewoman Mika, the ancient gods were great beings who transcended all civilizations.
Not to mention the ancient gods themselves, everything related to the ancient gods is an untouchable taboo. How could they be prisoners?
Seeing the incredulous look on her face, Yang Yanchen spoke first, saying, "Don't ask me, I don't understand what Dad meant either. I only heard that one sentence back then, and Dad found out and chased me away."
Jiaqinina still looked somewhat dazed, and only gave a soft "Oh".
After this incident, she no longer had the desire to continue the tenderness. She broke free from Yang Yanchen's embrace and sat up abruptly.
Although the room was dimly lit, one could still see her slender and graceful neck and alluring upper body curves, her skin as smooth and lustrous as jade.
The noble lady Meijia raised her hand to tidy her stray hairs and gently reminded her, "The Dark Tide Peak will arrive in 20 minutes. This is the most tense time in the capital. As the commander of the garrison, you should go to the front line to coordinate affairs."
Yang Yanchen instinctively wanted to reply, "Everything is ready, there's no need for me to do anything else"—after all, the rallying order had already been issued and the defensive forces had been deployed, so leaving now would not affect the overall situation.
But when the words were about to come out, he hesitated for a moment and ultimately swallowed them back.
The energy intensity of this Dark Tide Peak impact far exceeds that of the past, enough to easily destroy an ordinary civilization. Even if a god has made thorough preparations, he should act accordingly.
It's really not right to continue having affairs with your mistress.
Moreover, if his older sister Yang Wanyu found out about this, given her temperament, he would definitely be in trouble. Yang Yanchen quickly sat up straight, leaned close to Jiaqinina's cheek, gave her a quick kiss, and nodded vigorously, saying, "Okay! I'll go right now."
With a slight exertion of his waist and abdomen, he jumped off the soft couch in an instant.
The moment he landed, a rich, silvery-blue dreamlike halo suddenly emanated from his body.
Light and shadow flashed and intertwined rapidly, and fine light patterns spread along his limbs and bones, and a majestic set of dreamlike battle armor was already on his body.
In the fifteen years since, Yang Yanchen has long since stopped being the immature boy who followed his sister around.
His dream-based superpower, [Dream Circus Master], which he awakened years ago, has been successfully upgraded to a mid-grade superpower, [Dream Beast Tamer], after years of hard training and with the careful guidance of his father, Yang Fan.
His strength also rose to the level of a mid-level knight, making him one of the youngest mid-level knights in the Azure Civilization.
Although the name of his superpower doesn't seem to have improved much from "circus performer" to "beast tamer," it's still quite powerful.
In reality, however, his combat strength has already undergone a terrifying leap.
Now, he is able to precisely control twelve knight-level dream creatures.
With this exceptional strength, Yang Yanchen could easily take down five or six Dream Knights of the same level by himself.
The Dream Armor he was wearing was not an ordinary dream creation, but rather formed from the twelve knight-level dream creatures under his command.
Most astonishingly, he could temporarily borrow the dream power of beast taming to unleash combat power exceeding that of a high-ranking knight.
Yang Yanchen turned his head and waved to Jiaqinina on the couch: "I'll come back to be with you as soon as I finish my business."
Jiaqinina smiled sweetly and gently instructed, "My lord, please be careful. I'll be here waiting for you to come back."
Yang Yanchen hummed in agreement, and his figure gradually became illusory and transparent until he disappeared completely.
Jiaqinina stared intently at the spot where Yang Yanchen had disappeared, gazing at it blankly for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.
The noblewoman Mika murmured, "When the Great Cataclysm comes, will I truly be able to provide significant assistance in protecting the Mika civilization?"
This was the prophecy spoken by the High Priest when he first saw her last year.
But she wasn't very confident about it.
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the other side.
High above the capital city.
Yang Yanchen's figure appeared out of thin air without any warning.
He looked down at the entire Dream City from his high vantage point, his gaze slowly sweeping over the crisscrossing glazed streets and the elegant ancient buildings built against the mountainside, and muttered to himself, "What should I do now?"
The mobilization order has been issued, and all departments are proceeding with their preparations in an orderly manner. The Patrol Division and the Divine Capital Legion are also performing their respective duties, so there is no need for him to interfere further.
He thought for a moment, then subconsciously raised his fingertips, and a pale blue illusory panel quickly condensed in front of him.
The panel was shimmering with light, and a dense stream of golden information rushed across it like a torrent.
Yang Yanchen's pupils trembled rapidly as he quickly scanned every piece of information on the panel.
In just two seconds, he had taken in all the information on the panel. The flood of information gradually subsided and finally settled on the "External Visitor" interface.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "Huh? My sister won't see Gabamuda until tomorrow, but this observer from the Iron Fist Civilization is in such a hurry that he's already descended to the capital through the Dream Ascension Platform today?"
Gabamda was an old friend of my father's for many years and could be considered his elder. It was only right and proper for him to do his duty as a host.
Yang Yanchen made up his mind, and then another thought struck him.
A blazing blue light slowly emerged from behind him.
This is a phantom of a bird, its entire body burning with clear blue flames. The flames are pure and unadulterated, shimmering with a faint glow, but unlike ordinary flames, they are not scorching hot. Instead, they exude a chilling aura of dreamlike energy.
Its shape resembles a phoenix, with broad and fluffy wings. Under the flames, its feathers are as dazzling as sapphires. Its tail feathers are long and adorned with a few strands of fine golden light at the end.
However, it lacks the distinctive crest of a phoenix on its head, and the flame patterns along the edges of its wings are more intricate, showing subtle yet obvious differences from a real phoenix.
This is one of his twelve knight-level dream beasts, and also his most frequently used mode of transportation.
Her name is Lan Ling.
"Chirp—!"
As soon as Lan Ling appeared, it let out a clear and melodious cry, and the blue flames around it surged several times.
next second.
His body was completely enveloped by the blue flames spreading from Lan Ling's body, instantly turning into a clear blue fireball.
"Bam—!"
The blue fireball suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny blue flames that scattered like a meteor shower.
When Yang Yanchen reappeared, he was already on a glass-covered street near the Illusionary Dream Ascension Platform.
He landed steadily on the pavement paved with lustrous glazed bricks and looked up at the other side of the street.
A figure clad in lava armor stood silently there; it was Gabamda, who had recently entered the capital.
The two stood facing each other across a wide, glazed street.
Yang Yanchen's face instantly lit up with a bright and cheerful smile: "Uncle Wang, long time no see!"
Gabamuda paused for a full two seconds, then nodded with a somewhat complicated expression, saying, "Yanchen, it has indeed been a long time."
At this moment, the high-ranking warrior who had upheld the Iron Fist Civilization for decades felt an extreme mix of emotions.
Although he was currently only in a dream form and his senses were not as sharp as his real body, he could still clearly sense the chilling and intimidating aura emanating from Yang Yanchen, which belonged to a mid-level knight.
He couldn't help but recall fifteen years ago, when the other person was just a naive boy, timidly following behind Yang Fan and calling him "Uncle Wang".
At that time, the boy had not even stepped into the threshold of becoming a warrior.
However, only fifteen years later, the former junior has grown into a mid-level knight with strength far exceeding his own.
The gap between the two is strikingly similar to the current contrast between the Azure Civilization and the Iron Fist Civilization.
A rapidly developing and increasingly powerful entity that remains standing and thriving despite the threat of hidden disasters;
The other, however, is gradually declining, its defense system riddled with holes, and under the onslaught of the molten sea's dark tides, it is slowly heading towards destruction. (End of Chapter)