Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"So Dionysus, is there anything else you want to do here?"

The Great Hero asked and waited awhile.

However, to his surprise, the other party did not respond for a long time.

Turning his head, he saw the handsome young man leaning against a large tree, his eyes closed in contemplation under the shade.

Taking a few steps forward, Heracles was about to say something. However, only upon getting closer did he realize that Dionysus was in a strange state.

"Has he... fallen asleep?"

A look of puzzlement flashed through his eyes, was his face-off with Sphinx that long and that boring?

For a moment, he was unable to understand, but the Great Hero still decided to wake him up.

It was time to leave, and besides, if he wanted to sleep, there was no need to do it here...

Shaking his head slightly, Heracles reached out and shook Dionysus's shoulder.

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"Hey, wake up!"

"Wake up... Can't you move a bit?"

"Poke... poke... I'm poking..."

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[Dream Spirit Realm], Ancient God's Dream.

The Sky is bright, the Earth is dark.

Twelve stone pillars support the sky and earth, and tensioned chains hold their connection with the sky and earth.

Rather than pillars, they looked more like giant tombstones. They stood on the land like desolate graves, contrasting the holy sky.

In the very center of the Earth, a bottomless huge pit where the White Dragon folded its vast wings, curiously staring at the 'corpse-like' young deity in the pit.

Sharp fingertips poked repeatedly at the seemingly unconscious deity, but even as blood hissed, the other party remained unresponsive.

Poke—

Squirt…

Seeing another 'little fountain' appearing on the body in front, a slightly unhappy mood emerged in Yserania's crystal clear eyes.

In her perception, the guy in front of her was clearly awake, but for some reason, he kept pretending to be asleep.

After all, in the entire Dream Spirit Realm, there are only awake beings and beings lost in sleep, no third possibility exists.

Even if real outsiders enter this place, once they faint or fall into deep sleep here, they would only limit their own dreams under the ubiquitous rule of [Dreams], which might even surface out of their bodies, creating a new realm of dream bubbles, ultimately wrapping themselves up.

So since there are no traces of dreams around Dionysus, and he was easily pulled into this Ancient God's Dream that can bear the strength of the White Dragon, his awakening is needless to say.

"So... is this what mortals call 'playing dead'?"

"If he were really dead, I could resurrect him, this is my territory after all!"

"But I remember that human named 'Nuo' once told me, nobody can wake someone who is pretending to sleep... Thus by extension, I can't perpetually revive someone who is pretending to be dead."

With a serious expression, looking at the 'corpse' on the ground, Yserania suddenly had an epiphany.

She felt she had discovered a loophole and it was quite feasible.

"Hmm..."

"Since a sleeping person can be woken up but a pretending sleeper cannot, the best way to wake a pretending sleeper is to first make him really fall asleep, and then wake him up."

"Making a sleeper wake is hard, but putting an awake person to sleep is easy—similarly, reviving a pretend dead person is hard, but killing someone is easy."

"The best way to wake someone who is pretending to be dead is to first kill him, then resurrect him, this way he can no longer pretend!"

"Indeed, I, Yserania, am the smartest dragon in the world!"

The excitement in her eyes was almost spilling out—not figuratively but quite literally.

In the world of dreams, emotions themselves can become physical entities.

Looking at the deity lying in a pool of blood before her, the White Dragon decided to act immediately. But just as she was about to do something... she slumped down in defeat again.

Damn it... How exactly should one go about killing someone? It seemed she had never done such a thing before.

This is no joke, for although Bai is not a dragon who has never killed, she indeed has never killed any creature with the intent of 'murder'.

If someone dies because of her, it would only be a collateral consequence caused by the White Dragon.

After all, in her eyes, the concepts of life and death were rather vague. Dreams record all traces of the deceased, and if she wished, any life could be akin to eternal life.

"Hmm... I've got it!"

"I don't know how, so I'll learn."

"After all, that's what they say in those rare dreams of deities, that he is the most brutal deity in the world."

Nodding vigorously, the White Dragon gazed up at the sky from the pit in the center of the earth.

The dream of the Ancient Gods is boundless, and compared to the twelve stone pillars standing in the Mortal Realm, Yserania's form is almost invisibly small.

An immensely thick and decaying aura vibrates between heaven and earth, stirring infinite pressure... but Bai ignores it.

For in the realm of dreams, she is the true sovereign.

"Eee----yahhhhh!"

A soft call shattered the boundless clouds.

The nine layers of clouds shattered in succession, and under the effect of some invisible force, they began to rotate, eventually forming a vortex that connects heaven and earth.

The center of the vortex faced directly towards the White Dragon, while in Yserania's eyes, an imposing figure akin to the vast sky carried the stars and looked down upon the creatures of the earth.

No... there are no creatures on the earth of the Ancient God's Dream.

Here there is only the earth itself, and those twelve pillar-like tombstones.

In a distant past, the supreme Divine King shattered Mount of the Gods and cast his rebellious children into sculptures, eternally suppressing them beside their mother.

He should be awake, as the double Dream Domain was not born in the Ancient God's Dream; yet, he is not awake, for his presence stems from the backlash of incomplete symbols and the balance of great power.

Today's Dream Spirit Realm cannot bear his complete dream, hence he appears here but has never truly awakened.

Looking up at the sky, this scene alone could terrify any creature of the Chaos Terrain to their core.

Yet in Bai's eyes, it was merely a tool to help her 'kill'.

"Um… indeed a terrifying sight."

"It's you, come, kill this guy!"

With an exuberant voice, the White Dragon grabbed the 'corpse' on the ground, preparing to fly high into the sky.

At this moment, the 'corpse' seemed to finally realize something was wrong and hurriedly opened its eyes.

Damn it, this White Dragon really knows how to stir up trouble.

And him, so this is the Sky Divine King recorded in the ancient history of this realm?

Even if it's only his dream, it still retains a trace of symbolic imagery and the original Divine King's might… such an existence is also an outright failure... no, I can't contact him, at least not now.

His mouth twitched, looking up at the supreme being in the sky of Ancient God's Dream,' Dionysus' felt quite helpless.

No choice, if he now directly contacts something related to the Divine King's dignity, then it's very likely he will be locked by Chaos, forced into an early position as one of the 'local spirits' with identity.

Logically speaking, becoming a 'local god' isn't bad, even the neighboring Outer God Blood Mother Tree is such, and he plans to do the same in the future.

But equally, joining is about the person, the timing, the state, and the strength.

The value, how much value, the current condition of the other party, these are all meticulous considerations.

Others… the Tree's joining brings complete power and essence together; his joining, his power has long been the Spoils of War of others, and he himself is but an empty dignitary of incomplete existence.

With that, it's straightforward to imagine what kind of treatment he would get… strange, his existence should not be detectable by someone of her level, even if