The world of Dreamscape is always bizarre and difficult to understand, deconstruct and think with common sense. The only thing that can be confirmed is that when the soul is drifting in Dreamscape, it is not falling, but rising.
It was an unprecedented tranquility and peace, as if I was in an embrace full of tolerance. The surroundings are filled with soft and gentle light, and the stars are twinkling in the distance. Each star is a long and ancient dream. When staring into it, it seems that you can still catch a glimpse of the phantom of Dreamscape.
The dim sky, withered trees, fallen corona, and... an almost infinitely huge and bottomless dark void.
"Triss...Triss are you okay?"
The call ringing in her ears woke Li Wen up. She came back to her senses and found that she was already in a majestic city shrouded in golden light. The person who woke her up was an old woman with a kind and kind face, wearing some unprecedented classical style clothing like a priest's robe. Judging from the other party's extremely pure golden pupils and white-blond hair, this old woman may be a Silver Elf.
But the pure Silver Elf has long since perished, and the only one that still exists among Mortal World is High Elf. The latter is called the product of the deteriorated bloodline of Silver Elf.
In this way, she has indeed sneaked into the god's Dreamscape, but the timing seems to be wrong...
"Triss, Sunset Ritual is about to start, go and get ready, kid."
At this moment, the old woman spoke to Li Wen again, her voice soft and gentle, and there was some expectation hidden in her eyes.
Triss is talking about her? What does the Sunset Festival refer to?
Only then did Li Wen realize that he was wearing a robe consistent with that of an old woman. Apart from that, neither Emerald Star Cloak nor Ghost Fairy's treasure bag was missing. But considering that this is Dreamscape, it doesn't seem strange. She seems to be playing a character in a certain Dreamscape named "Triss". After realizing this, she looked at the old woman seriously, thinking about what role she played.
The old woman didn't seem to notice Li Wen's gaze. She stretched out her wrinkled fingers and pointed at the dome. "Look, Crown of the Sun has reached the zenith. It's time for you to go to Hall of the Dome."
Following the direction, the towering temples reflected a dazzling golden light in the sunlight. A huge Solar Disc is suspended at the top of the black spire in the center. Twelve red flames extend outward like the tips of a crown, as if they are about to tear the entire city apart.
That is definitely not the Sun Crown that Li Wen is familiar with, but a certain form of Offspring of the Old Ones—Calm Sun. As for that spire...
"I..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Li Wen was shocked to find that his voice became clear and tender, like a child's. Raising his hand to look, he saw a Mithril thin chain wrapped around his slender wrist, and the pendant was a Iridescent Stone carved into the shape of Solar Disc - this was clearly the Golden Age Ancient Sun God Cult sacrifice costume.
"There's no need to be afraid, and there's no need to be nervous." The old woman's fingertips touched the top of her hair, and a certain kind of warm power seeped into her skull. "Although this is the first time that you have personally led Sunset Ritual, all you have to do is believe in yourself, just like all of us believe in you."
Strange words flowed into my mind like a torrent, and what they contained seemed to be a strange ritual that maintained the eternity of daylight. Li Wen made his judgment based on his own experience.
Li Wen Press the throbbing temples. Perfect Amber said that this was the god's Dream Abyss, but the scene in front of him was terrifyingly real. The frankincense steaming from the bronze incense burner stings the nasal cavity, the touch of the embroidery on the priest's robes rubbing against the skin is clearly discernible, and even the hymns coming from the dome have the aftertaste of metal trembling.
No need to play Triss well, complete Sunset Ritual. She suddenly realized that going against the established trajectory in the god's Dream Abyss might lead to unpredictable disasters.
"I understand."
Li Wen nodded obediently, but he was thinking about how to get into the black spire. That should be the location of "Emerald Tablet" mentioned by "Impurities".
It is worth mentioning that everything about this Dreamscape seems to reveal some kind of weirdness. For example, she never thought that one day she would see a group of Silver Elf wearing the robes of Golden Age sun priests in such a building with obvious Noradun style, worshiping the Sun's Offspring who had already passed away in Golden Age.
This is so strange and counter-logical. Calm Sun has fallen as early as Golden Age, but Silver Elf was only born in Silver Age, let alone Regarding Noradun, the Silver Elf people only began to convert to Radiance during the War of Religions period. Before that, they had always only believed in the truth. But it seems reasonable to think that this is the god's Dreamscape.
The old woman smiled happily, took Li Wen's hand and walked towards the temple complex.
As his footsteps moved, Li Wen saw countless silver elves kneeling on both sides of the street. Their pure white hair glowed with metallic luster in the sunlight, and their faces were pious and numb. Tiny golden flames danced deep in the pupils of these elves, like souls forcibly ignited by some force.
"Master Triss, may you be with the sun and the light forever..."
"May the eternal day protect you, as you and the sun protect us..."
Tiny prayers came from all directions, and Li Wen suddenly realized that the "Triss" these elves called was not an ordinary priest, but the High Priest of this Sun Temple, or even... some kind of more noble existence.
Amidst many prayers, Li Wen followed the old woman to the temple cluster. The outermost temple door opened silently, revealing the stairs that extended all the way to an unknown place inside. The old woman let go of her hand and pushed Li Wen gently from behind. "Go, child, remember to complete the ceremony before sunset."
Li Wen stepped onto the stairs, and the cold stone steps sent a slight chill through the thin sacrificial robe. But with every step up, the surrounding air became hotter and hotter, as if the entire temple was burning inside. She counted the steps until she reached three hundred and thirty-three, when her eyes suddenly opened up.
This is a circular temple hall with a golden light ball the size of a fist suspended in the center. Twelve red light bands extend from the light ball to the wall, dividing the entire space into twelve fan-shaped areas. In each area stood a priest wearing a black robe with gold patterns. They folded their hands on their chests, lowered their heads, and muttered words.
Li Wen's sight was attracted by the ball of light. That is not a simple luminous body, but some kind of older and more sacred existence. When she stared at the ball of light, she seemed to see countless suns being born and annihilated in it, and she saw the most essential forms of light and heat.
"Triss."
The oldest priest raised his head. His face was so old that it was almost the same as the bark of a tree, but his voice was extremely loud. "The ceremony is ready, just waiting for you to preside over it."