Chapter 845
Cold Mountain Realm
With Yang Yanchen by his side, Gabamuda spent a very pleasant day in the Dream City.
Since everything in the capital city is a creation of dreams and is not bound by the laws of reality, the food and scenery here are simply countless and exquisite.
Ultimately, all these miracles stem from the immense creativity unleashed by the collective efforts of the 80 billion residents of the capital.
Every person's dream and expectation, every whimsical idea, can take root and flourish on this land, coalescing into a tangible and beautiful world.
Over time, this has created this unique and dreamlike city.
As Yang Yanchen said yesterday, "If you want to appreciate every beautiful scene here and savor every delicious food, you might not be able to experience it all even if you spent thirty years."
Gabamuda had only been traveling for a day and had only seen the tip of the iceberg of the capital city, but even this small part was enough to dazzle him and make him linger.
At this moment.
The two were already in an entertainment secret realm called "Space Fighter".
The environment of this secret realm is a complete replica of one of the most popular space holographic games on Azure Star.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast and boundless starry sky, floating fragments of meteorites, and distant planets emitting a cold, eerie glow, creating a truly immersive atmosphere.
Gabamuda, dressed in a light pilot suit, sat in the cockpit of a silver space fighter, his face full of excitement, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him.
He skillfully maneuvered the control sticks with both hands, working closely with his own squadron to fight alongside them against the overwhelming swarm of space insects ahead.
The space insectoids varied in size; some resembled giant moths, spraying corrosive venom as they flapped their wings, while others were like steel worms, their bodies covered with hard exoskeletons.
Compared to the holographic game on Azure Star, the game in this dreamlike secret realm has reached a new level of realism.
The vibrations of the fighter jets, the roar of the insect swarms, and even the suffocating feeling of the vacuum of space are all simulated so realistically that it feels like you are really in a brutal space battlefield.
According to Yang Yanchen, there are more than three thousand such game instances within the entire capital city.
The games cover a wide variety of genres, including space battles, ancient adventures, and treasure hunts in secret realms, with endless gameplay options.
Even if you experience one game instance every day, it would still take ten years to complete them all.
Gabamuda was fully engaged in the fierce battle, skillfully maneuvering his fighter jet between the meteor shower and the swarm of insects, constantly firing lasers to defeat the oncoming enemies, his face beaming with a triumphant smile.
This moment.
His eyes shone as he stared at the battlefield, completely forgetting all his worries and immersing himself in this purest joy.
Ever since the Iron Fist Civilization was attacked by undercurrents and faced the crisis of collapse, he has been shrouded in the pressure of survival and the shadow of war, his nerves are always on edge, and he can't remember how long it has been since he was so unrestrained and carefree.
Not long after.
A dozen or so blinding red flares, trailing long tails, suddenly shot out from the depths of the swarm.
They moved with lightning speed, covering a considerable area, leaving Gabamda with no way to avoid them. He could only watch helplessly as his space fighter was hit.
"boom--!"
A violent explosion rang out in the cockpit, and a blinding white light instantly engulfed the entire field of vision.
The space fighter exploded in space with a deafening roar, turning into a bright and dazzling cloud of fireworks. The fragments drifted slowly with the airflow and eventually disappeared into the vast starry sky.
Gabamuda felt a blur before his eyes and a slight dizziness, and the surrounding environment underwent a dramatic change in an instant.
Just moments ago, the cockpit of a fighter jet was filled with a futuristic atmosphere and the chaos of war.
The next second, he appeared inside a magnificent and spectacular giant space fortress.
Beneath my feet was a cold, smooth alloy floor, and beside me were fighter pilots coming and going, preparing for another mission.
According to the rules of this game, he has just "died" on the battlefield and is currently at the "respawn point" of the base.
Gabamu smacked his lips, and the excitement on his face faded considerably.
Pity!
Their own fighter jets had gained the upper hand and were about to completely crush the space swarm, but unexpectedly, they fell on the eve of victory.
Gabamuda turned his head and looked out at the vast space outside the huge porthole on his right, feeling an urge to pilot a fighter jet into battle once again.
Just then.
A beam of pale blue light suddenly fell from the high ceiling of the hall.
The light diffused, and a figure could be vaguely seen within it.
One second later.
The light disappeared.
Yang Yanchen's figure appeared.
Dressed in a crisp, silver-gray space force uniform, he asked with a smile, "Uncle Wang, how did you feel about this game?"
Gabamuda fully recovered, his face still brimming with excitement: "This is so much fun! It's even more amazing than I imagined. This immersive feeling is simply indescribable!"
Yang Yanchen explained with a smile: "This game, Space Wars, is one of the ten most popular games in the capital city. It is extremely popular, with more than 3000 million players entering the game's secret realm every day. Countless players are addicted to it, and the longest cumulative game time has exceeded 2.5 hours."
The excitement on Gabamuda's face gradually faded, replaced by a deep sigh: "The capital is indeed a charming place. I really wish I could stay here forever."
Yang Yanchen smiled and said, "If Uncle Wang really wants to stay in the capital for a long time, that's no problem at all. The gates of the capital will always be open for you."
Gabamuda shook his head slightly and let out a helpless sigh.
This Iron Fist observer did have thoughts of escaping reality, but they were just thoughts; he had to work to save the Iron Fist civilization.
Yang Yanchen changed the subject at the right moment: "My sister is already waiting for you at Tongtian Pavilion."
Upon hearing this, Gabamuda perked up, his tone tinged with urgency: "Let's go!"
Five minutes later.
The two stepped through the gates of Tongtian Pavilion.
Tongtian Pavilion is the core hub that controls the entire Dream Capital. Its predecessor was the Star Gazing Pavilion, which was the top floor of Dream Paradise.
Fifteen years have passed, and the Dream City has developed into a megacity spanning thousands of miles, and the Dream Paradise has also undergone tremendous changes.
Back then, Dreamland Paradise was only 3 meters high, but now it has been raised to 12 meters, or a full 120 kilometers.
From a distance, this tall building pierces the clouds, as if connecting heaven and earth.
For this reason, the top floor of Dream Paradise was renamed "Tongtian Pavilion". The moment Gabamuda stepped into Tongtian Pavilion, he was stunned by the sight before him.
The ground here is no longer the black and white checkerboard-like land of the Star Gazing Pavilion of yesteryear, but an endless expanse of clear water.
The water was as calm as a mirror, without a ripple, like a huge sapphire reflecting the entire sky.
Countless tiny, bright stars shimmered in the clear water, their tiny lights intertwining to resemble a brilliant, boundless galaxy.
These stars appear so close, as if you could reach out and touch them, yet upon closer inspection, they seem to lie far beyond the endless horizon, exuding an indescribable sense of mystery and grandeur.
Gabamuda glanced at it once and was completely captivated by the fantastical scene, his eyes glazed over.
A long time passed, so long that the Iron Fist observer had completely forgotten the passage of time.
A clear, melodious, and gentle female voice suddenly entered his ears, as if it were coming from the distant horizon:
“Every star is a manifestation of the power of the primordial dream, containing pure and boundless energy, possessing very magical power, and is also the core energy for the operation of the divine capital.”
"Ah!" The Iron Fist Observer jolted awake from his daze.
He blinked subconsciously, focusing his gaze, and only then did he realize that Yang Yanchen had vanished.
Instead, a woman dressed in a plain white dress stood quietly to the side, her eyes gentle and her demeanor cool and elegant.
It was Yang Wanyu.
Gabamuda looked apologetic and said sincerely, "I'm sorry! I was too engrossed in the scene before me."
Yang Wanyu gently shook her head, a gentle smile blooming on her face: "It's alright. The starry river of Tongtian Pavilion has a powerful attraction to the soul, and those below the knight level find it difficult to resist this attraction."
She looked up at the starry river beneath her feet, her gaze becoming somewhat distant: "When the Dream Capital was first established, the concentration of the original dream power was less than one ten-thousandth of what it is now."
Gabamuda nodded slightly: "No wonder the capital is so powerful and has such a profound foundation."
In just over a decade, the primordial power of the capital city has increased ten thousandfold. Such an astonishing growth rate and such a massive increase in power are truly awe-inspiring.
The scene fell into a brief silence once again, with only the faint light of the starry river flowing slowly beneath our feet.
Yang Wanyu broke the silence by speaking up: "I know that the Iron Fist Civilization is in a very dangerous situation and urgently needs strength to resist the Dark Rift Monsters. On behalf of the Azure Civilization, I can donate 100,000 Dream Weapons to your civilization free of charge to help you fight against the Dark Rift Monsters."
As she spoke, she slightly moved her right hand, and with a gentle tap of her fingertip, a faint point of light appeared out of thin air.
The next second, the light spot exploded softly with a "poof," transforming into a semi-transparent light curtain.
A clear image quickly appeared on the light screen.
In the scene, a warrior clad in armor holds a seemingly real yet illusory short spear, which glows with a faint, shimmering white light and exudes a rich, dreamlike power.
The soldier shouted, a faint aura emanating from his body, and suddenly threw the short gun in his hand.
The moment the pistol left his hand, it transformed into a dazzling streak of light, traversing a distance of one kilometer, and accurately struck a massive, monstrous monster from the Dark Rift, twenty meters long and with a ferocious appearance.
Then, an amazing sight appeared.
The short gun that was hit instantly exploded into a shower of tiny specks of light, from which countless rich, ink-like colors gushed forth, enveloping the enormous monster like a tidal wave.
The monster let out a shrill roar and struggled desperately, but its form gradually became blurry and illusory under the ink-colored coating.
Ultimately, it vanished completely from the scene as if swallowed by something invisible, leaving not a trace.
The light screen froze at that moment.
Gabamuda couldn't help but comment, "This weapon is amazing!"
He could naturally see that the monster was far stronger than the warrior, yet it was instantly killed by the latter.
This is clearly the power of a short gun.
Yang Wanyu's voice rang out again: "This weapon is called 'Dream Hunter'. Its core power comes from the power of the original dream. Its function is not to directly kill monsters, but to drag them into the dream illusion world."
“Unless those monsters awaken rare dream abilities, once they are dragged into the dream realm, they can never return, and such dream abilities are extremely rare among the monsters of the Dark Rift.”
She paused, then added, "Even a Dark Rift monster at the level of a low-ranking knight, if hit by more than ten Dream Hunters at the same time, will be dragged into the dream world and permanently imprisoned, which is enough to alleviate the current crisis of the Iron Fist Civilization."
No one knew that this batch of dream weapons was urgently produced by mobilizing the resources of the capital city after she learned yesterday that the Iron Fist Man was coming to visit.
Having no other choice, out of respect for her father, she could only provide a batch of supplies to the Iron Fist Civilization.
Gabamda said solemnly, "This is indeed what the Iron Fist Civilization needs most right now."
He then bowed to Yang Wanyu, his voice full of gratitude, and said, word by word, "Thank you for the selfless help of Canglan Civilization!"
Yang Wanyu waved her hand and smiled, "We're friends!"
She spoke of it casually, but in reality, the Dream Hunter is a weapon of extraordinary power.
However, the Ironfist Observer was not very knowledgeable and lacked understanding of the power of dreams, so he did not know how much help the Azure Civilization had provided.
Only a dream creature of knight level would realize how terrifying these weapons are.
Bringing real-life beings vividly into the dream world involves the laws of dreams.
However, this batch of dream weapons could not fully satisfy Gabamda.
Because they can only reduce the number of deaths in the Ironfist civilization, but cannot prevent the entire civilization from reaching its end.
The Iron Fist Observer gritted his teeth and shamelessly asked, "When will your father return to Azure Star?"
Yang Wanyu remained silent for a moment before revealing a confidential piece of information: "My father is in the distant 'Cold Mountain Realm,' where a terrifying super natural disaster has occurred. He probably won't be able to return for two or three years."
Gabamuda repeated "Cold Mountain Boundary" over and over, a look of confusion in his eyes.
He couldn't help but sigh: "So long?"
Yang Wanyu glanced at the other person, her eyes filled with sympathy.
Since the topic of "super natural disasters" had come up, she decided to reveal more information: "According to the information I have, this super natural disaster is very likely to spread to our realm."
Gabamuda listened with a face full of despair.
The Iron Fist Civilization couldn't even withstand the Dark Tide Cataclysm; is an even more terrifying disaster about to befall them? (End of Chapter)