Exile

Su Luo pondered that the relationship between the "Gods " of this Lost Civilization and those who wrote "The music has ceased, civilization has turned to dust..." in the ruins was probably not simple, and they were very likely the same group of people.

"They... created the 'Eternal Night Court,' wove the rules of the world, and shaped all things... The Tower is also their 'guide,' sent down to enlighten all beings..." Iron Guard dusted off.

Who brought down that Desolation Plague?

"The Gods... died from the Desolation Plague. All living beings... died from the Desolation Plague. The Eternal Night Court... rotted and withered in the Desolation Plague. Even the Tower... is now being Corrosion by the Desolation Plague... It is Calamity that should not exist, an end that devours everything..."

"I see..."

Su Luo stopped constructing the infinite external Cycle Method, maintaining a Spell field a hundred meters long and wide, using it as a medium to sense the Spread.

Outside the village, which Burn, was a Chaos.

Su Luo frowned; this scene was very familiar to him.

The edge of the Dream World.

The Tower banished him to the edge of the Dream World — the Eternal Night Court.

Is this an attempt to evict them?

If the Devil can't defeat Su Luo, will it just let Su Luo leave on her own?

"The Desolation Plague... has arrived."

At this moment, Jingjing looked up at the sky and said, her body, which had experienced countless battles, began to tremble slightly.

Su Luo and Iron Guard also looked up.

The sky, which had been perpetually dark and illuminated only by the village flames, now seemed to have been splashed with thick ink and filthy blood.

Dark green and jet-black, viscous, living-like "stains" began to slowly emerge and Spread across the sky. They were not like clouds, but more like a kind of decay, growing in the sky.

An indescribable sense of loss, reaching the Essence of existence, washes over you.

Su Luo could clearly sense that the Dreamscape space around him was undergoing a change he had never seen before—not damage, not tearing, but shrinking.

The underlying lines that constitute space are becoming dim and fragile; the "depth" of space is decreasing, and the "presence" of matter is becoming blurred. It's as if an invisible eraser is slowly wiping away this world.

Is this the true face of the Desolation Plague?

It is not some kind of aggressive energy or monster, but rather the shrinking of the Dream World itself.

For all living beings that depend on this Dream World, the shrinking of the Dream World is directly equivalent to the collapse of the foundation of their existence, a death more absolute than any sword or flame!

Never seen before, never heard of before.

This was the first time Su Luo had witnessed the "shrinkage" of the Dream World; in the past, it had mostly been damaged or broken.

"Desolation Plague... death... eternal damnation..."

Jingjing, she recalled the past, her people Corrosion by the Desolation Plague, uttering ancient fears as if in a delirium.

The filthy Veil in the sky began to slowly descend, as if the Heaven's Collapse.

The "Desolation Plague," a tapestry of dark green and inky black, was like an endless net, enveloping the Burn village and everything that remained.

This is the Tower's method: confronting the [Desolation Plague] head-on!

The moment the aura of the Desolation Plague enveloped Iron Guard and Jingjing, their bodies stiffened abruptly, like puppets whose souls had been ripped away. Their existence seemed to be erased along with the shrinking of the surrounding space, and they fell straight backward, lifeless.

Only Su Luo stood still, letting the "Desolation Plague," a symbol of the end of the world, slowly cover his body like a dirty robe.

There was no discomfort, no Corrosion, no sense of impending doom.

He clearly sensed that the power of the "Desolation Plague" was Essence a kind of dissolution targeting a specific Dreamscape structure.

It affects everything in the Dream World of [The Eternal Night Court], causing it to "shrink".

As for Su Luo, although his consciousness is here, the foundation of his existence, the Essence of his soul, and the source of his power do not rely on the "Eternal Night Court," nor does he obtain power from this world.

He is a true outsider, a visitor to this Dream World.

"It seems that the Desolation Plague does not support cross-border law enforcement."

Su Luo understood the Essence of the Desolation Plague.

Long, long ago, the Lost Civilization within the large ruins where Su Luo had previously conducted Exploration Quest built the Second World for some reason.

This is the Eternal Night Court, an incredibly vast and "deep" super Dream World.

Then, the powerful being from that Lost Civilization, the [God], nurtured the Ancient Ones and the original inhabitants of the Dreamscape, and later, to guide the Ancient Ones, built the [Tower].

Then came the inexplicable shrinkage of the [Eternal Night Court]. In the eyes of beings who depended on Dreamscape, this was a Calamity, which they called "the Desolation Plague."

Now, in the post -Desolation Plague era, Gods have fallen, Towers Corruption, and the world has fallen into ruin. The remaining power of the past era is constantly climbing the tower and falling, in an endless Cycle.

That's about it, based on the information available. I'm not sure if it's correct.

He looked around. The village's flames, shrouded in the Desolation Plague, quickly died out, becoming thin and indistinct.

Houses, corpses, scorched earth... everything was losing its color, outline, and substance, as if melting into the dark green and inky black background.

Everything rotted and died under the Desolation Plague, but Su Luo stood unharmed between Ethereal and death.

The Tower's strategy was clear: first, use Devil to deal with him; if Devil didn't work, then throw him directly into this "Era Fragment" that was experiencing the end of the "Desolation Plague," forcing him to confront the most fundamental terror of this world.

If he dies in the Desolation Plague, then all is well; if he does not die, then being on the edge of this fragment that is "shrinking" into Ethereal, he will have nowhere to go but to be shunned.

This is indeed far more ruthless than simple monsters and Desolation Plague Curses; it's a complete and utter destruction of the source of the problem.

"But I really want the [depth] technology for this Dreamscape, and I also really want to do the system's Exploration Quests..."

Su Luo was slightly helpless; the Tower was clearly out of its depth and acting somewhat shamelessly.

But Su Luo didn't want to leave.

After the Desolation Plague, all things died and could no longer absorb energy to transform into Source Essence.

After searching for a moment, Su Luo's gaze fell on the only remaining corpse.

I'm sorry.

Wait.

Time lost its meaning on the edge of Ethereal. The Desolation Plague continued to slowly subside, and the village ruins and the Desolation Plague behind them transformed into a dirty, dark green oil painting.

Like a curtain being lifted, a vast, silent, dark Void, faintly illuminated by starlight, unfolds before your eyes.

In the depths of that Void, the outline of a creature, enormous beyond description, resembling a cracked Croc shoe with six giant amber eyes, slowly emerged.

The whale slowly swayed its body, changed direction, and swam towards the depths of Ethereal, towards the direction where the faint outline of the Tower and the faint golden light could be seen.

There were two corpses on its back.