Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1066 [Dream World (I forgot to type this out, so I'll add it later. Please refresh the page for new content)]

As all the creatures of Abelio looked up in awe, a red moon quietly descended.

It hangs silently at the highest point of the sky, without shattering space or thundering. It hangs abruptly in the sky, and with the weight of its very existence, it oppresses the soul of the entire world.

It was a perfectly round red moon, its surface as if it had been sculpted, polished, and smoothed, like the calmest yet most intense eye in a dream.

And right at the circumference of this red moon, faint circular patterns slowly emerged.

They intertwine and overlap in a strange, mystical pattern, with a blood-red magatama embedded in each circle—six in total, forming a symmetrical and mysterious structure, like the six chains of a gyroscope.

The entire Abelio held their breath, utterly bewildered and at a loss.

At that moment, a beam of light rose against the heavens.

The pure white angel carried thirty-six pairs of wings of light particles, wore a crown of thorns, held a silver staff, and wore a robe as white as snow. In the center of his forehead was a third eye, like an inverted lotus crystal.

Xia Xiu hovered beside the red moon, his third eye silently fixed on it.

The next moment, the red moon came to life.

Gentle, soft halos slowly emanated from the interior of the moon. These halos did not originate from the propagation of light, but rather from dreamlike ripples, like red ink smearing the world. They spread outwards in concentric circles throughout Abelio, penetrating clouds, mountains, and seabeds, piercing stone walls, amulets, and barriers, and even penetrating the shell of the soul, touching the deepest senses of existence.

There is no need to look directly at it, nor to look up at it.

Even the elderly living deep indoors, the crying baby, the crouching wild beast...

Even the First Son and the wolf pack on the expedition felt the same thing.

—Sleepy.

An irresistible, macroscopic dreamlike quality quietly presses into the nervous system, mental structure, and the roots of consciousness. It is not merely physical fatigue, but an informational command, like a mental seal from above all things, forcibly shutting down all waking states.

One after another, whether they were high-ranking sorcerers or magicians, whether they were wild monsters in the forest or spider queens in their lair, whether they were legion commanders or monks on the holy mountain... none were spared.

Even the native Abelios who had cultivated to the spiritual level and separated their physical bodies were shaken by the red moon—their consciousness was gently guided by an unseen hand of dreams toward the slumbering deep sea.

At this moment, Abelio is in a collective slumber, and the doors to all the dreams of a world are opened simultaneously.

The Moon Noema has fully arrived.

At that moment, a light screen flashed before Xia Xiu's eyes as he hovered high in the sky; it was a reporting signal from the Heavenly Kingdom lineage within his body.

[Noema Lunar Dream Link Protocol: Established]

[Dream Reception Nodes: Eye of Tibye → Noema Lunar Core → Neuromorphic Frequency Domain]

[Current link completion rate: 21.4%]

[Dream Fluctuation Level: Alpha Layer Stable]

[Dream storage progress: In progress...]

After this broadcast ended, Xia Xiu understood that the first phase of the Dream Project had been successfully launched, and most of the world's population had been unknowingly captured by the red fluctuations of the Moon Noema and sunk into a deep dream.

But the mission is not yet complete.

His gaze fell upon the earth, where the golden tree stood at the center of the horizon, its roots entwined with a magical ring that stabilized the boundaries of the entire world like a seal.

Xia Xiu slowly raised the silver-white staff high above his head.

[Golden Tree - Root System Expansion]

With a low, resounding echo, a heavy tremor came from the depths of the earth, and the roots of the golden tree rose from the earth's core, winding their way out and spreading inch by inch across the entire continent.

The branches of the golden tree are like blood vessels of light, extending along invisible spiritual veins in the air, while tiny tendrils extending from each thick branch quietly pierce the back of the neck of each slumbering being.

The tentacles connect with them, transmitting the most basic nutritional structure and mental stability frequency, with the faint light pulses flowing along the tentacles to deliver nutrition.

The golden tree is feeding the whole world.

Under Xia Xiu's gaze, all life in Abelio slumbered peacefully, like an embryo resting in a magnificent womb, and this world would eventually undergo a complete purification and reshaping.

"Next, it's my turn."

Xia Xiu said softly.

His pure white body slowly rose into the air, enveloped in constant spiritual light, like a divine feather drifting into the deep sky. The thirty-six pairs of light particle wings behind him closed in layers, like a sacred picture of light.

The next moment, his figure landed on the surface of the red moon, like a floating shadow suspended in eternity.

He slowly closed his eyes, but the [Eye of Thybhaye] on his forehead remained open, like a truth hanging in the universe, steadily gazing at the core of the red moon.

He began to sink in, and as a linker and intermediary, he uploaded his consciousness to the deepest layer of the dream system—the Noema Dream Realm.

……

……

Consciousness flooded his mind like a tidal wave, and the moment Xia Xiu opened his eyes again, he was already standing in another world.

He looked around—it was a city.

The familiar structure, the familiar scale, even the dust particles and the feeling of humidity in the air overlapped with his impression of a certain city in his memory.

But for some reason, the city felt as if it had been disassembled and then reassembled by a higher-dimensional consciousness; it was familiar, yet completely strange.

The night was as black as iron, the sky shrouded in some kind of eternal purple mist, while the city showed no signs of sleep, like some monster trapped in a dream, tirelessly turning.

The cross-shaped neon advertisements, like knife marks slicing through the sky, flash and overlap in the air, resembling a visualization of nerve signals.

The towering skyscrapers tear the city apart into different pressure layers, each building shimmering with light as if whispering secrets.

Light sources come from all directions: the streets are filled with automatically floating advertising projections, holographic girls dance in the void and scatter electronic petals; silver-white floating trains shuttle through the aerial passage, their tail flames leaving long rainbows of light trails; patrol aircraft pierce the night sky, casting huge red warning lights, while below them, a crowd of pedestrians, as numerous as ants, walks with numb expressions.

In this city, everything is made up of data and simulation.

The vehicle hovered as it moved, the glass walls reflecting the trails of countless data streams. The ground was no longer a solid stone slab, but a crystalline, transparent alloy material, with faint textures and energy conduits emerging, as if the entire city were an integrated surface of some macroscopic processor.

Xia Xiu stood quietly on the overpass, the intricate and interwoven steel pillars dividing the street below into layers, like cracks between dimensions.

The elevated walkway stretched into the distance, above the void, with floating trains trailing curtains of light that pierced the night, neon lights swirling like a tide. The city meandered beneath his feet, like a labyrinth built of endless data, and all of this stirred a certain illusion within him.

“The city that never sleeps…” he murmured softly, his voice barely audible.

This dream world was so similar to his long-lost hometown.

The colors of the sky, the voice announcements on the streets, the language system projected on billboards, even the electronic pheromones in the air... all resemble my hometown.

But something subtly amiss.

This wasn't his hometown; at least, he didn't remember his old home having so many patrol aircraft, and the logo on it wasn't the logo of the security system in his world.

However, one thing has remained unchanged.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on a towering building that seemed to reach into the clouds in the distance. In his past understanding, that should have been the headquarters of a well-known game company, and the very company he had always suspected of being behind the scenes—the Terra Chronicles game company.

On the building's massive facade screen, a strangely familiar yet disorienting stream of information was playing, the neon-lit message projected across the entire block with undeniable realism.

Terra Chronicles, Expansion 5: The End, is now available for simultaneous global streaming!!!

Following the four-part series—Omens, Zero Point War, The Inquisitor's Calamity, Shattered Crystal Sky, and Dark Sunlight—the fifth chapter, the prelude to the final war, begins, sweeping across all of Terra—

The Eighth Supernatural War has broken out!

The Oletin Commonwealth announced its eastward expansion plan, leading to a large-scale conflict with the Central Federation in the three-line border region.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Diva Empire annexed the Vahak Plateau and declared a holy war against the ancient Egyptian Empire, mobilizing a million-strong army.

Prometheus Labs announced its reorganization in Diva, launched the Fireseed Protocol, and joined forces with the Church of the Broken God to launch a new technological arms race.

The Serpent Hand launches global terrorist attacks, and Dr. Wendtlingman clashes with Herman Fuller's Circus, waging a spectacular war of wonder.

Vikander Need Technology Media and Wandman engage in a war of words; Anderson Robotics releases its latest war prosthetic body, the End Soldier series, which will lead future warfare through autonomous decision-making by a think tank.

The anomalous organization's factory has achieved an unprecedented monopoly of extraordinary capital and has begun mass-producing consciousness template soldiers, selling warclaw bio-weapons worldwide through Kimberg-Layz Ltd.

Arcadia guerrillas and the Chicago Ghosts are conducting high-frequency attacks in the urban wasteland, targeting tactical command nodes and energy outposts.

The saints of the Carnal Order awaken and lead the old and new Carnal Orders in the War of the Central Plains, attempting to restore the empire.

War, war, war, and more war!!!

The stars have returned to their places, and the gods have fully awakened!

And what is Heaven doing, one of the protagonists of the story and the white moonlight in the hearts of players?

After the three sword-wielders and Eden clashed in divine war against the Four Lords of Chaos in Crystal Heaven, Heaven officially declared the veil shattered. They will establish a nation on land, with the highest peak of Terra as its capital. They issued the inspiring Holy Terra Declaration, declaring war on the entire world!

[Legion deployment map is being updated...]

[Battle situation is being dynamically simulated in real time...]

—The end has been reached.

On the overpass, Xia Xiu looked up at the vast ocean of information that stretched like a curtain in the sky, his pupils slightly contracting in the reflection of the light.

"...They've really stopped acting, huh? The three dream cores." He murmured to himself, a hint of mockery and understanding in his voice.

He turned around slowly.

Beside him stood three figures dressed in impeccable suits, their appearances extraordinary. Their eyes were all a deep, dark blue, like the eyes of stars in a deep dream, their pupils shimmering with countless programs and streams of consciousness.

Xia Xiu tilted his head, looked at them, and said in a tone that was half-joking and half-serious:
"So... should I call you Dream Core, or should I just call you..."

He glanced at them.

"Production director, world-building director, and... chief narrative architect?"

The three Dream Cores exchanged glances, and then the man on the far right spoke first.

He appeared to be middle-aged, dressed in a dark gray three-button suit, wearing old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses, his hair meticulously combed, and his voice deep and resonant with a certain hollowness.
"Either is fine, Your Majesty Abraham."

He nodded slightly, his eyes remaining as calm as an abyss.

"Of course, you can call us by our first names. You can call me—Editika."

Then, the woman on the left took a small step forward. She was wearing a dark blue business suit, and her hair was pulled up.

“Sophia.” Her voice was clear as water.

Finally, the young man spoke. He was strikingly handsome, almost perfect, with flawless skin that seemed to glow with a surreal light. His suit was pristine white, and his tie appeared to be woven from a stream of consciousness. His voice possessed a distant yet gentle penetrating power:

“Vajra Niti,” he introduced himself.

At this moment, Vajrapani turned his head slightly, his eyes, which seemed to reflect the source of consciousness, looking at Xia Xiu. His tone was calm, yet it carried a strange paradox that could not be concealed:
“You should have seen us before, Your Majesty Abraham.”

"Unfortunately, we have no recollection of this."

In that instant, the three dream cores stood before him, yet it was as if they had traversed layers of dream mirrors and barriers of logic, with some kind of broken trajectory drawing across their timelines. Their existence seemed to be not the first time they had appeared in Xia Xiu's life, yet they had lost the echoes of those past connections.

Xia Xiu didn't continue the topic. He simply stretched out his hand and pointed to the screen of the building that stood in the heart of the neon-lit city in the distance.

The information interface, as vast as the sky, was constantly scrolling with war intelligence, changes in power, and the dynamics of unusual organizations, but one figure was conspicuously missing.

"What?" he asked calmly but meaningfully. "Why isn't there any information about your Dream God Group on the list?"

Editika gently pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression remaining calm:

"The Gaia backup we obtained does not allow us to import our own information."

"The architecture of Gaia's primordial core remains in a closed logical state, even in dreams. We cannot input our own information into its chronological catalog. Only beings with higher-level narrative authority can intervene in the original catalog structure."

Upon hearing this, a meaningful look flashed in Xia Xiu's eyes. He slightly curved his lips and asked calmly:
"Like... Eden?"

Sofia slowly nodded, her voice gentle yet filled with reverence, as if speaking of an unspeakable, transcendent being:
"Yes, He has dismembered Gaia's consciousness—more than once."

"Among all the consensuses in the Dream Core, Eden is undoubtedly the superior narrator."

“His pen could even alter logic into His dreams, and transform the things in the dreams into the laws of reality. Gaia before Him was like a long scroll that could be rewritten at will.”

Xia Xiu paused for a moment, then looked at the screen on the tall building in the distance. He knew he had heard the truly crucial answer.