"Regardless of the circumstances, we cannot stand idly by and watch the Elemental Dimension fall. The Adrian Federation is not the guardian chosen by the Astral Realm Will. While the Magic Pioneer possesses supreme wisdom, He still cannot fathom all the mysteries of the Astral Realm. He may think He can control the Elemental Dimension, but if anything goes wrong in the process, it will be an unprecedented catastrophe for countless lives and cosmic planes."
The meaning of Orosa Song of Ages is clear: he does not value individual wisdom, even for Eternity beings like the Magic Pioneer; he only recognizes the Guardians chosen by the Astral Realm Will.
Orosa's words resonated with Liuguang and Hermes, but Nova of Eternal Silence disagreed. His logic differed from that of his people; Nova didn't care about the existence of the Astral Realm, he only cared about his own people.
Deep down, Nova subscribed to the logic of the strong ruling the world, but out of respect for his elders, Nova refrained from arguing against it.
Orosa glanced at the silent Nova and shook his head almost imperceptibly. Although he was not as strong as Nova, he was very clear about his people's thoughts.
Nova's "rebellion" has always been a headache for Orosa. He wants to correct him, reshape his values, and turn him into a qualified Void Whale so that he can confidently hand over the leadership to Nova.
With such a powerful figure under their protection, the Void Whale clan would certainly suffer fewer casualties, but the difficulty is simply too high.
Suppressing the complex emotions in her heart, Orosa raised her head, her eyes bursting with dazzling starlight blue light. A melodious song rose up, transforming into a tornado-like torrent that swept up all the Void Whale and carried them toward the Elemental Dimension.
at the same time
Fantasy Dimension.
A place known as the stomach of the Astral Realm
This place is the manifestation of the dreams of all living beings.
The Astral Realm is expanding.
Every moment, unknown planes are being dragged into the gravitational pull of the Astral Realm laws. These planes once had their own gods, their own Truth, their own flow of time—and then, at some instant, they are "seen."
To native life forms, the Astral Realm Will appears loving and all-encompassing, but to non- Astral Realm beings and smaller realms and dimensional universes, it is an absolute demon.
First it tears them apart, then it devours them, and finally it digests them.
The Fantasy Dimension is the only digestive organ within the Astral Realm.
It is not shaped like a stomach; it is a multi-layered dimensional bubble, suspended at the boundary between the Astral Realm and the Void, soft, moist, and warm, like a giant hand that has just closed, clutching countless dreams that have not yet been completely decomposed.
Fantasy Plane are like chyme that is being digested.
Their appearance is almost indistinguishable from the material plane; they have mountains, cities, Epic, and love. But their origin lies not in the land, not in the elements, not in any physical laws.
Rather, it lies in a particular person, on the flag of a particular army, or in a poem that has been sung for thousands of years.
When that flag is forgotten, when that poem is no longer recited, when that person's Fate is severed, the Fantasy Plane begins to collapse.
This is not punishment, but the completion of absorption.
The guardian of the Fantasy Dimension is known as the Lord of No Void.
He is in charge of the Fantasy Hall, also known as the Temple of No Void.
At this moment, the Lord of No Void was draped in a long robe that shimmered with starlight and iridescent colors. On the robe, countless stars and fragments of dreams intertwined to form flowing paintings, seemingly encompassing the entire universe's fantasy. His face was indistinct, sometimes appearing as a kind old man, sometimes as a beautiful maiden, or sometimes as a ferocious beast. This was not something he deliberately did, but rather a result of his being one with the Fantasy Dimension, changing according to the thoughts of all beings. His eyes were like two deep Starry Sky, shimmering with the light and shadow of countless worlds. With each blink, it seemed as if countless planes were being born and destroyed.
His unique ability is "Phantasm." This is not illusion in the ordinary sense, but rather Absolute Control over the boundary between reality and illusion. In the blink of an eye, he can weave a dream so real that it is indistinguishable from reality, pulling his target into it and making them experience a lifetime, or even countless Samsara, within the dream. This dream is not an illusion; it possesses the same texture and logic as the real world. Only the Lord of No Void himself, or an existence with power beyond dimensions, can break it. Conversely, he can also turn dreams into reality, manifesting wonders, mythical beasts, and even laws from the Fantasy Dimension in any plane he designates, triggering a catastrophe or Miracle that overturns reality.
At this moment, a vast force— the Fantasy Travelers —is gathering before the Fantasy Hall.
Fantasy Travelers, also known as Fantasy World Explorer or Traversers, possess many titles.
They were selected by the Lord of No Void from among countless planes, either possessing an innate talent to resonate with the Fantasy Dimension, or gaining the favor of the Lord of No Void through a series of fortuitous events.
These Fantasy Travelers traverse the Fantasy Dimension, and even the corners of the Astral Realm, carrying out the will of the Lord of No Void.
The tasks of Fantasy Travelers are diverse. Sometimes they guide a civilization in a plane to prosperity, sometimes they prevent a catastrophe that could Destruction a dimension, and sometimes they simply collect dream samples from a unique world to enrich the collection of the Fantasy Hall. Every Fantasy Travelers is an extension of the will of the Lord of the Boundless; they represent the power of the Fantasy Dimension and walk through countless Legend.
They are the digestive enzymes of the Astral Realm.
Fantasy Travelers participate in the historical processes within a plane, walking alongside Champion and fighting against villains. At crucial moments, they gently push the course of Fate, making the story's conclusion more complete.
A story that is properly concluded has a pure, full, and easily absorbed "dimensional origin," while a story that is interrupted halfway, with the protagonist's demise and the inheritance broken, is like half-cooked meat stuck in the esophagus of the Fantasy Dimension, fermenting, rotting, and producing toxins.
The duty of the Temple of No Void has never been to save every plane, but to ensure that they are completely dead.
Only when a planet is completely dead can it be absorbed, allowing the Astral Realm to continue growing.
The existence of the Lord of No Void serves as both a protector and Intimidation to the beings of the Astral Realm. He safeguards the balance of the Fantasy Dimension, ensuring that the boundary between dreams and reality is not easily broken, while also Intimidation those ambitious individuals who attempt to use the power of fantasy to overthrow the established order.
His power is unfathomable. It is said that he once quelled a chaotic storm that swept across an entire dimension with a single thought, pulling countless worlds on the verge of collapse back onto the right track.
The Lord of No Void is not a cold and heartless deity. Through the Fantasy Travelers, he silently observes the beings of countless planes, witnessing their joys and sorrows, their partings and reunions. In his eyes, every being is a unique star, their dreams and fantasies forming the most dazzling light in the Astral Realm. What he protects is not only the Fantasy Dimension, but also the yearning for beauty and the unknown in the hearts of all beings.
This is the Lord of No Void, the supreme ruler of the Fantasy Dimension, the embodiment of the power of Phantasm, and the leader of countless Fantasy Travelers. His very existence is a grand and magnificent dream, forever weaving Legendary for all living beings in the depths of the Astral Realm.
He is protecting not just one dimension, but the entire Astral Realm.
If there is a higher professional level than the Star Watcher, it must be the Lord of a Dimension level.
Therefore, upon sensing the invasion of the Elemental Dimension by the Adrian Federation, the Lord of the Boundless immediately summoned the Fantasy Travelers to prepare for their aid.
"Your Majesty, the Fantasy Travelers have been summoned." A woman dressed in a black gauze dress traversed space and arrived beside the Lord of No Void.
Her name is Dusk Star Elariel, an Explorer of Supreme God status. She is one of the few beings in the Fantasy Hall whose status is second only to the Lord of No Void. She has carried out tens of thousands of exploration missions, most of which were completed with perfect ratings.
After the Astral Realm discovered the existence of the Spirit Saint Domain, the Lord of No Void sent people to investigate. Dusk Star Elariel was among those considered, but she was ultimately outmaneuvered by Sikawitu and was unable to carry out the mission.
It's not that Dusk Star Elariel is weak; it's just that, comparatively, Shadowweaver Sikawitu is better suited for exploring the Spirit Saint Domain.
"Um."
The Lord of No Void nodded slightly. The next moment, the entire Fantasy Hall trembled violently. Streaks of white light crisscrossed, like giant hands, easily tearing apart massive Space-Time vortexes.
These Space-Time vortexes are channels within the same Elemental Dimension. The power of the Fantasy Hall, enhanced by the origin of the entire dimension, is perhaps one of the few great creations in the Astral Realm whose teleportation efficiency can rival that of the Gate of Myriad Worlds.
"Dominate..."
As they were about to depart, Dusk Star Elariel hesitated before speaking, her expression suggesting some doubt.
"Explain."
The Lord of No Void spoke succinctly, his face shrouded in a faint white light, making him appear as a saint devoid of much emotion. In reality, however, his emotions were exceptionally rich, though he simply did not reveal them on the surface.
"If we all mobilize, the Fantasy Dimension will be left without a guardian. Don't forget, besides our Temple of No Void, there's another super-powerful force in the Fantasy Dimension."
"Dusk Star Elariel said in a low voice, glancing in a certain direction as she spoke."
Her gaze seemed to pierce through layers of Mist, revealing a terrifying mountain that floated in Fantasy Dimension, surrounded by countless Fantasy Plane, a mountain that shook the heavens and earth.
The roars and shrieks of countless colossal beasts echoed around the Primogenitor Mountain, sending chills down one's spine.
Seeing that the Lord of No Void remained silent, Dusk Star Elariel continued, "The Lord of Nightmares has never ceased his erosion of the Fantasy Dimension. Once the power of our Temple of No Void is massively diverted, the Primogenitor Mountain is likely to take action."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Lord of No Void finally nodded.
"You're right, Elariel. Nightmare Hydra is indeed an unprecedented genius born in the Fantasy Plane, but with its current power, it's not enough to corrupt the entire Fantasy Dimension. Besides, I'm not without backup plans."
As they spoke, a verdant light appeared before the Lord of No Void, and the World Tree, with its lush branches and a sky full of stars swirling around its branches, emerged.
"Under the World Tree!!"
Dusk Star Elariel was startled and quickly bowed.
At the same time, she felt completely relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the ruler had already made arrangements.
Having the World Tree Crown deal with the Primogenitor Mountain is indeed a good idea.
Compared to the treacherous and cunning Hydra, which has always Nightmare Hydra the Fantasy Dimension, the World Tree is far more trustworthy.
Not to mention, these two Eternal had just fought fiercely not long ago and were in a state of hostility, so the possibility of cooperation was extremely slim. There was only one Fantasy Dimension, so there was no way to divide it up.
Under multiple constraints, even if the entire power of the Fantasy Hall is mobilized and leaves its base to support the Elemental Dimension, the safety of their home base can be guaranteed, and they will not be able to escape by attacking their rear.
"Thank you for your help."
The Lord of No Void bowed slightly to the figure of the World Tree.
"Of course," the World Tree said, shaking its branches.
No one knew that He and the Lord of No Void actually had a very good personal relationship. Back then, the World Tree dared to directly send its avatar into the Fantasy Dimension to fight the Lord of Nightmares, seemingly without any concern about penetrating the enemy's stronghold. Besides the fact that the Divine Power avatar was not afraid of being killed, there was another important reason: the Lord of No Void was also secretly watching that battle. If there was any risk, the Lord of No Void would lend a helping hand.
It was precisely because of their close personal relationship that the Lord of No Void was able to entrust his homeland to the World Tree for protection.
Even if it were an Eternity being, he wouldn't dare take that risk.
As the World Tree gradually disappeared, Fantasy Plane rose up behind the Lord of No Void like a sky full of Stars, forming dazzling galaxies.
"Let's go," he ordered.
The faces of the Fantasy Travelers were filled with excited fighting spirit. They were not afraid of battle, for under the protection of the Fantasy Hall, even if they died, there was a way to be resurrected.
The Space-Time vortex expanded rapidly, drawing countless Fantasy Travelers into it. Then, Space-Time vortex closed, and the area around the Fantasy Hall fell silent.
Before long, a dark purple Mist drifted in, seemingly capable of devouring everything. It was the Nightmares Mist, the Nightmare Hydra tentatively invading this place.
The next moment, golden branches lashed out, shattering the Mist.
"World Tree, it's you again!!"
The Nightmare Hydra's chilling voice rang out, tinged with a hint of madness.
"Give up, Nightmares. As long as I'm here, don't even think about messing with the Fantasy Dimension." The World Tree's soft laughter echoed.
The sound was like a resounding slap across the face of the Lord of Nightmares.
The dark purple Mist surged violently, as if swept by a gale, before finally subsiding after a long while. A cold snort echoed from within the Mist, "Just wait, one day, you will pay the price, World Tree."
"I'll be waiting."
A rustling sound echoed through Space-Time as the Lord of Nightmares departed.
The golden-green World Tree also began to close up.
No one knows that a rapid and brief but Eternity collision has just taken place here.