When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1301 - 25: The Laws of the Dream Realm, Survival of the Fittest!

Ares immediately stood up and knelt on one knee to the ground.

All the warriors noticed the manifestation of the Pillar God, and they immediately stopped their actions, simultaneously kneeling to the Lord of Scalefeather who had turned his back to them, not daring to utter a single title.

Originally, back in the Material Realm, the Lord of Scalefeather could always contact Aiwass, but it required an advanced divine art as a bridge. Moreover, at that time, only Aiwass could see His presence.

However, once in the Dream Realm, everything was completely different! fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

The law of the Hourglass, in the Dream Realm, had its binding effect on the Pillar God reduced almost to zero. It wasn’t that strong anymore — He could manifest in countless forms at any time, each being real, each also being false. Even if He appeared anywhere, it wouldn’t seem strange.

This was, after all, the home ground of the Pillar God!

The devotion and respect shown by the warriors of the Shadow Nation were not even acknowledged by the Lord of Scalefeather.

He merely waved His hand casually, and the warriors, as if they had been uniformly implanted with some information, stood up on their own, shook their heads, and returned to their seats, completely ignoring the Lord of Scalefeather, casually continuing their conversation and meal. Even their previous excitement upon seeing the Lord of Scalefeather quickly calmed down.

It was as if they had not seen the Lord of Scalefeather at all from the very beginning.

They didn’t even look over again — their subconscious had rejected the possibility of "looking at the Lord of Scalefeather."

——That was true memory erasure.

Seeing this miracle, Arsene was instantly as silent as a cicada in winter.

Silently twisting everyone’s will... Is this the might of the Pillar God?

Arsene couldn’t help but feel awe.

"No, it’s not that formidable."

The Lord of Scalefeather might have heard Arsene’s inner thoughts, or perhaps in a possible future Arsene chose to speak candidly—He smiled at Arsene and said, "Because these souls have no bodies, they’re unable to resist the manipulation of the subconscious.

"Turning a sugar cube purple is quite difficult. Even if the outside is purple, the inside won’t be; but if it dissolves in water first, then adding purple dye is much simpler. Mind manipulation is similar in nature... the body is actually a form of self-protection and self-correction. Without the shell, the soul becomes much more vulnerable. Some ghosts go mad for similar reasons."

The Lord of Scalefeather said casually.

He was currently seated directly across from Aiwass at the round table.

This headless man picked food from the table while looking up and asking, "This is our first face-to-face conversation, right, Aiwass... where do you think Sherlock is?"

Aiwass shook his head, "Excluding those five Paths, only the Path of Love, Path of Transcendence, Path of Beauty, and Path of Wisdom remain.

"When he went up, the Fallen Celestial Marshal hadn’t come down yet. If he entered the Path of Transcendence, it would mean he’s seeing more demons than mosquitoes in the summer. The Path of Love is similar... if he entered the domains of these two Paths, how could he be living so peacefully... there are no Celestial Marshals in the Path of Love that are normal humans."

"Indeed."

The Shadowy Celestial Marshal of the Path of Love agreed.

Hence, the answer is actually just a binary choice.

It’s either the Path of Wisdom or the Path of Beauty. And coincidentally, both of these Paths’ regions have library-like settings.

"But in this regard, there’s really no need to choose."

Aiwass spoke, "Because I have personal matters to attend to, I need to visit the Path of Wisdom. A friend of mine is trapped over there by the Geometric Celestial Marshal... since I have to make the trip regardless, I might as well visit each once."

"——Geometric Celestial Marshal? Did he offend you?"

The Shadowy Celestial Marshal sneered, "That bronze corpse... he is insignificant. If you find him unpleasant, come back and call for me."

The Lord of Scalefeather blinked and then said, "The personal matter you mentioned, it’s the task Hebashia entrusted you with, isn’t it?"

"That’s right."

Aiwass nodded.

The commission from Hebashia is to rescue her daughter’s soul.

Because once she becomes a Phantom Demon, it means the girl will forever lose the chance to be normally resurrected. It’s not just deleting a file but covering it with a new one and saving it.

She originally wanted Aiwass to brew a special potent Dream Intoxicant, to allow the souls of the living to drift into the Dream Realm.

During Hebashia’s mortal days, her daughter lost control and died due to a Path conflict before she reached adulthood. But Hebashia was already an extremely powerful mage at that time — she forcibly plucked her daughter’s soul from the Source River to prevent her soul from being shattered and used as material for the next generation’s soul, thus completing "reincarnation" that way.

Fetching a soul from the Source River, this is something that should only be possible for a Celestial Marshal or Pillar God. It’s also their core technique and a necessary condition for creating Angel Envoys.

For Hebashia to achieve such a feat with a mortal body is indeed remarkable. But it also means another thing — although she could retrieve her daughter’s soul, she didn’t have extra power or authority to give her, so she remained a mere mortal soul.

A mortal soul, though, is not impossible to appear in the Dream Realm. But just like how the power of shadows would gradually erode the Shadowy Celestial Marshal’s warriors. The longer one stays in the Dream Realm, the more one uses the Path Power, the soul would gradually be dyed, thereby completely becoming the shape of a particular Path.

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