505 This Is Called Punching The Geracomium (1/2)
Speaking about dreams, Wang Lu could not help but think about the most magnificent dream he had ever seen in his entire life, the new demon world, which bore the wishes of the millions of creatures… As well as that mountain of corpses that towered straight into the clouds. Within it, there was a secret chamber where a person that should be there was actually not there.
If it was him, then everything would be connected… No, it should be said that, according to the time, it could only be him.
The new demon world was born two thousand years ago. At that time, the demon king who should have been guarding in the middle of the mountain of corpses slipped away. Similarly, two thousand years ago, Fenrir was attacked by a powerful opponent and was suppressed here. How could people not associate the two?
The last king of the demon world abandoned his own people and led a new tribe to the Nine Regions. Then he went to the Western Continent to hunt down the monster wolf Fenrir, trying to transform her power for his own use. But the monster wolf bit back and he eventually failed. The tribe that he brought with him also became a toy of the monster wolf, and thus, it could be said that they only had themselves to blame for the ending.
But similarly, if it was him, then the ninth depth prison of the Fenrir was not secure enough.
Because the dream building technique that the last king excelled at was ultimately a technique to create something out of nothing, producing power in nothingness. The only problem was that the power required to construct the dream was extremely large. He was sneak attacked by the monster wolf and fell into the ninth depth prison. Under this rushed change, what scale of the dreamland could he build on his own?
But, no matter how weak the dreamland was, if it was let to grow for two thousand years, once it began to snowball, any result that it would eventually form would not be a surprise.
For example, the endless black tide that covered the entire Savage Land one hundred and fifty years later.
Thinking of this, Wang Lu felt more strongly that the matter should not be delayed. Hearing that Fenrir was about to recount her experience in that time, Wang Lu interrupted.
”That strong enemy, does he have a not quite tall figure, handsome, and seems like an ordinary young man?”
When his voice fell, the cave was suddenly shrouded in darkness. Fenrir's body fiercely stood up, and an irresistible force of astonishing pressure came.
”How did you know that?”
In the darkness, the voice of Fenrir was no longer relaxed, and the unique woman's voice became heavy and hoarse, like the roar of the beast.
The previous good talk that Fenrir displayed happened because Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang coaxed her to be happy. But if the two little guys had anything to do with that powerful enemy, Fenrir would not be happy anymore.
”I never told you about his appearance!”
Wang Lu circulated his Non-Phase Method and forcefully gathered his primordial spirit that was almost shattered. And then with a sinking sound, he said, ”Two thousand years ago, there was a great upheaval in the demon world.”
Fenrir didn't care about Wang Lu pulling the topic a bit off, but just silently nodded. ”Keep going.”
”That upheaval almost destroyed the demon world. Then the then demon king led the survivors to create an amazing miracle to continue the demon race civilization. That miracle is called the new demon world.”
With that, Wang Lu stretched out his hand to a point before his eyes. Immediately, brilliant lights and vibrant colors grew in the darkness, and then transformed into showing all kinds of scenes in the new demon world.
Although it was only a spell, and moreover, Wang Lu didn't have the intention to cause the image to appear blurred, Fenrir still felt the infinite vitality contained within the new demon world.
”Go on.”
Wang Lu nodded and began to change the image. The image perspective continued to move upward, until it went straight through the sky, piercing the shackles of the new demon world, and then the truth of everything was revealed.
Wang Lu presented the corpses of hundreds of millions of creatures in front of Fenrir.
Witnessing this astonishing mountain, the world extinguisher monster wolf Fenrir of Western Continent who had long been accustomed to ruin and death was appalled. ”What is this?”
”The carrier of the new demon world, the origin of everything,” Wang Lu said, and then continued to move the angle of the view. From the corner of the mountain of corpses to exploring the secret inside the mountain.
Fenrir saw a long and narrow corridor, as well as the square secret room behind it. In the center of the secret room was a completely empty coffin, and on the surrounding walls were the records of the dream building technique.
Seeing this, she also understood the truth of everything. The wolf has always been a cunning and swift creature, and the monster wolf of the Western Continent that stood on the apex was even more so.
She might be willful and playful, but she was never dull or stupid.
”I have one last question: how do you know all of this?”
Wang Lu indifferently responded, ”The secrets that had once been explored by chance by the Elders of the sect and then passed on to us elite disciples.”
Fenrir closed her eyes and accepted this answer. This was indeed the most reasonable answer.
Wang Lu did not tell her the truth about his travel through time. Even though it was the easiest way to win the trust of others, he still did not completely trust this seemingly cute monster wolf of the Western Continent.
Towards Ouyang Shang, he disclosed everything, because he trusted the other party and knew that their interests were the same. Together, they would try to take advantage of his time travel to reverse the history and save the golden generation of Spirit Sword Sect. However, for Fenrir, the usage of a time traveler was obviously more than that.
In order to avoid trouble, Wang Lu pushed everything to the sect elders. Fortunately, Fenrir seemed to be worried and didn't care enough to pursue it further.