The Power of the Ancient God

"The power of an Ancient God is truly troublesome." Truman felt a deep sense of difficulty, and in the end, he had no choice but to open the Book of Dreams.

The phantom of the Dream Ocean beneath the Heaven of Dreams descended into reality, colliding with the actual ocean.

The collision of the two oceans was an unimaginable scene; it looked as if two giants hundreds or thousands of meters tall were clashing, locked in a fierce, life-and-death struggle!

Boom!

The earth seemed to tremble and crack, and the heavy lead clouds in the sky were shattered into fish-scale patterns by the powerful shockwaves.

A terrifying earthquake struck the city-state behind Truman.

The Wings of Dreams lowered, shielding the city-state so it would not collapse amidst the intense tremors.

The humans within the city-state watched the scene before them, forgetting how to breathe, filled with unspeakable terror.

"What kind of thing are you!?" Goshenam's pupils constricted, and for the first time, she lost her composure. She could only see the phantom of the Dream Ocean; in reality, she was fighting an enemy that did not exist!

Truman did not waste any more words and turned to the second page.

"Causality!"

Goshenam's gaze followed Truman's movements and fell upon the Book of Dreams.

The next instant, Truman turned to the third page.

"Illusionary Dream!"

Hum!

Goshenam lost her sensory perception, passively forgetting everything about the present, and fell into a dreamscape woven by herself.

Within the dream, it was the Elf Palace she was most familiar with, and she even saw the back of the Elf King inside.

He sat upon the Elf Palace, looking somewhat lonely, and for once, he was not radiating the tyrannical and mad lightning, but was instead looking quietly into the distance.

"The Western Continent?" Goshenam looked in that direction as well.

She was not an original Elf, so even as the Elf Queen, she could not touch certain secrets deeply hidden by the Elf King.

A longing rose in her heart, and then the dream shifted.

The outline of a continent she had never seen before appeared in her dream.

Goshenam instantly knew that this would be the Western Continent she pursued, and her body flew forward, unable to restrain itself.

In this moment, even if she could have known it was a dream, she would not have wanted to wake up.

This was an irresistible temptation.

However, just as she was about to touch that continent, a bolt of thunder seemed to explode in her mind.

"Wake up!"

Boom!

Goshenam opened her eyes and instinctively flew away from Truman. A strong sense of crisis arose in her; she only wanted to stay away from that book!

At the same time, Truman's vision blurred, and that same roar echoed in his mind.

This caused the "Illusionary Dream" he controlled to shatter, and he himself was filled with unspeakable dread.

"Elf King!" Truman's pupils constricted. His body felt an irrepressible tremor, as if electric currents had burrowed into every inch of his flesh and blood, wanting to collapse him from the inside out.

"Get out!" In that instant, the Book of Dreams suddenly erupted with intense light, instantly repelling all abnormal sensations!

Is this the power of an Ancient God?!

Truman still felt a lingering fear.

He looked up and found that everything had been covered by the light. This light was very gentle, like the rising morning sun, dispelling the lightning.

The light, resembling the morning sun, soon dissipated, revealing the world as it truly was.

He saw a Sun sinking from the Astral World, pressing down toward the Elf King's divine kingdom.

The Ancient Sun God had finally participated in this war, launching a war of gods.

The Elf King roared, trampling the waves, braving the dark clouds, draped in storms, holding a Lightning Spear, and driving the oceans of the entire world.

The image of the Ancient Sun God manifested from that Sun, with a halo hanging behind his head.

Behind him was a Curtain of Shadows, within which it seemed an eye was peering at everything.

He did not use the power of the Chaos Sea, nor did he use the other authorities he held.

Sunlight and lightning drowned everything; the battlefield could no longer be seen.

"Dream, what exactly are you?!" Goshenam asked for the second time. The two were far apart, and her voice was carried over by the wind.

At this moment, Goshenam's face was full of shock, and her eyes as she looked at Truman were full of caution.

When she saw "Causality," she had looked at the Book of Dreams without any resistance; when she saw "Illusionary Dream," she had fallen into her own woven dream in an instant.

Throughout the process, she had no power to resist, nor could she even raise the thought of resisting, and the countless Ancient God blessings on her body had been ineffective.

If the Elf King had not intervened, she would never have been able to wake up from the dream!

She could even feel that the Elf King's gaze had fallen on Truman, yet Truman had not suffered any harm.

The power Truman erupted with in that instant was not strong enough, but it was able to break free from an Ancient God's lock.

And when she delved deeper, everything was obscured by the sunlight, and nothing could be seen.

"I'm not entirely sure myself..." Truman sighed softly and closed the Book of Dreams; he was no longer needed for what came next.

There would be no suspense in this battle; the Ancient Sun God would not win.

Not because he could not, but because he would not.

Over the past few hundred years, the Dream Council had been convened many times. During the war between the Ancient God races, the four members of the Dream Council had already deduced all the key points for the next few hundred years.

Truman was the one who provided the most crucial information...

This cooperation with the Giant Race was within expectations, and there was already a plan for the subsequent struggle with the Elf Race.

"You won't win!" Goshenam, unwilling to accept only such an answer, continued to probe.

"Are you talking about that dragon?" Truman suddenly looked toward the city-state behind him.

Under the illumination of the Dream Phosphor, Truman discovered an anomaly in the Sea of Collective Subconsciousness within the city-state. A colossal entity had squeezed in without causing the slightest disturbance; even Hermes, who held a Series 2 sealed artifact, had not noticed a thing.

Only the Dragon of Imagination could do such a thing.

"You!" Goshenam's expression turned serious, and she stared fixedly at Truman.

"Look, this war of gods might last for quite a long time." Truman stopped speaking and instead used the Dream Phosphor to solidify his eyes, watching the battle between an Ancient God and a True God of dual pathways.

In that boundless ocean, shrouded in storms and filled with thunder and lightning in every corner, the Elf King's body had become ethereal, becoming the lightning itself.

He took that entire ocean and accelerated to the limit of speed, creating a "tsunami" that could destroy a planet.

Compared to such a tsunami, the giant wave the Queen of Calamities had raised earlier was not worth mentioning.

Opposite him, the Ancient Sun God had transformed into one after another shining, scorching suns; those countless suns formed an ocean of light.

High temperatures evaporated everything, and endless energy splashed from those suns.

The two had reached a stalemate.

"Roar!" The Elf King's roar still carried the color of a Tyrant; the sea of lightning gradually changed, and the power of other authorities began to emerge.

The characteristics on the Elf King were not pure either; he accommodated high-level characteristics of other pathways within his body.

As for what they were, Truman could not know.

In this era, there were quite a few high-level characteristics that had no traces left. The "Black Emperor" and the "Justiciar," the "Hermit" and the "Perfecter," the "Witch," and even the remaining two portions of the "Wheel of Fortune" characteristics and its uniqueness.

"Dead" things like these would affect a vast region, while "living" ones would be an Angel or a monster; those that hadn't been discovered by now had most likely been eaten.