I Am God

Chapter 120-Conversation with God

Sacred’s hall.

The light of the dream sun penetrated the glass windows and projected staggeredly on the stone slab, and Stan Tito was just kneeling in the center where the light overlapped.

The god on the stage looked at Stan Tito and did not speak for a while.

The craftsmen under the gods bowed their heads humbly, feeling anxious.

When Yu Xin sank to the bottom, God finally spoke.

God said.

“In fact, I don’t want to give you the creative power of dreams, because I am not sure whether this power brings hope or destruction.”

“It’s like Rukh’s power, it’s here to help you build your homeland, but in the end it became a troll of destruction.”

“Perhaps if you give this power to you, you will die faster.”

“Although I didn’t pay much attention to you, I still hope that you will exist longer.”

“Even if.”

“Your civilization is bound to be ruined in the course of time. I still look forward to the shining brilliance of the civilization created by Ledniche and leaving enough traces.”

God’s words did not stop, and went on.

“but.”

“Sheila said she was willing to believe in your possibilities, and she prayed again and again to give you another chance.”

“She always says that you will create great miracles, but it lacks an opportunity.”

Sheila, the messenger of God, standing on the right side of the platform, bent down and bowed respectfully to God.

Stan Tito’s mood fluctuated as if he had fallen from a mountain into a valley, but at the end of the hearing, his mood was completely calm.

Because he truly realized the benevolence of the gods and his greatness.

He glanced gratefully at Sheila, the messenger of God, then raised his head and said.

“Great God Insai!”

“Although we always mess up everything, although Sanyeren always runs counter to God’s guidance.”

“We are arrogant, we are greedy, we always expose our ugly side in front of you.”

“But even in the deepest depths of our hearts, we also have a heart that longs for beauty and longing for the future.”

God’s tone changed slightly, just like the tone of a long sigh.

“I hope this time, you can use the creative power of a good dream.”

“would prefer to.”

“What it brings is to create a better future.”

God smiled faintly and cast his eyes down.

Stan Tito saw countless star streams slid down from a height, and the divine gaze made him a little unable to lift his head.

“Don’t make it, every time you ask me to give you something.”

“In the end, it’s like me, giving you a magic box of destruction.”

“Even if.”

“What I put in the box is hope.”

Stan Tito knelt on the ground and slammed his head on the stone slab. You could see the excitement and surge in his heart.

He was ashamed of the original sin of the Sanye, and grateful for the stalwartness of the gods.

“No! It definitely won’t be this time.”

“A merciful and great god!”

“This time, we will definitely not disappoint your expectations.”

God did not answer, but Stan Tito understood what it meant.

All the promises and oaths are meaningless before the eternal God. For Him who is beyond time, perhaps a short rest, God will be able to see the end.

You made the promise that you swear to, unwavering faith, and chanted the gambling oath that will never change.

It is possible that in the blink of an eye, the gods will disappear and disappear.

But even so.

Stan Tito is still willing to believe that Sanye people can create hope and a bright future with the creative power of dreams.

He is willing to believe.

I also firmly believe so.

Sheila, the messenger of God, walked in front of Stan Tito and led him to the outside of the temple.

“Stan Tito.”

“Come and receive your gift! Look at the future and hope you seek for the Sanye people.”

Outside the hall of the gods, one after another dream goblins floated out of the sea of ​​flowers, surrounded by Stan Tito and the dream demon Sheila.

“La la la!”

“Are you going to start?”

“From now on we will also become big fairies.”

They took Stan Tito chasing the shadow of Sheila, the messenger of God, singing naive but Sacred ballads, and flew into the sky together with a smile.

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The dream world is mainly divided into three layers.

The top level is the dream light and dust of all Sanyeren and the people of Demon Abyss, as well as the dream of life condensed by their death.

The lowest level is the kingdom of the gods transformed into the land of the gods after the dream egg of Sheila, the messenger of the gods, is consummated.

The second floor is still blank.

But long before, the gods had set aside a place for dreaming fairy eggs to grow.

It belongs to the kingdom of fairies.

The dream egg of the fairy is a channel for communication between reality and dream, half in reality and half in dream.

It can project the power of the dream world to the world, and affect the real world in the form of Realm.

“Hurry up!”

“Snowball.”

The fairy tales of dreams were cheerful and pushed their dream eggs to the second level.

They push their own colorful dreams under the fantasy star sea, cheering and chasing each other.

In the end, hundreds of dream egg powers merged together and turned into a huge dream bubble.

The dream sun revealed the shadow of the cup of gods, and the dreams of the gods contained in the cup became transparent and crystal clear under the rays of the sun.

Subsequently.

Project another magical symbol after another.

“I want to be a fairy of snow.” A fairy caught a symbol that looked like ice, and white snow fell wherever the fairy passed.

“I want to be a fairy of Tao.” It held a Tao puppet in its hand, and a ceramic-like earth appeared in the dream bubble where it passed.

“I want to be an iron fairy.” The fairy wore a delicate brooch on his chest.

“I, I, I, I want to be a fairy of weaving.” It wears a warm scarf, which is a gift from Lord Sheila.

In the huge dream bubble, all kinds of magical things that Stan Tito could not imagine appeared in an instant.

This is a dreamland, or a land of fairies.

The fairies competed to lead the shadows of the laws projected by different dreams of the gods, mastering the power to condense snow, pottery, iron, and weaving, and then they transformed the eggs of own dreams according to their own ideas, creating what they imagined. That land of fairies.

Stan Tito gradually understood.

The power of the fairy is not creation. The power of creation comes from the dream of God carried in the cup of God.

That is the power like the law, ice, pottery, iron, weaving, etc. are all derived from the power of the law.

The power of the fairy is more like a dream Realm, which can manifest the things in the dream of the gods.

Sheila, the messenger of the gods, stood in this land of fairies, looking at the frolicking fairies with a smile on her face.

She looked at the angle completely different from Stan Tito, she saw the future of the dream world.

Dreaming fairies grow out of the sea of ​​flowers at the foot of the temple of the gods, and after they grow into big fairies, they will enter the kingdom of fairies with their dream eggs.

When these dream eggs are nurtured and matured by the trilobites, they will merge with a part of the existence of the real world and sink into the lower layer of the dream world.

Turned into an existence similar to the kingdom of gods.

The dream world will therefore become stronger and stronger.

finally.

Truly become the kingdom where God descends.

The dream fairy Sheila looked at Stan Tito who was aside: “Your body is dead. I have selected the most shining place among the stars for you, where you can enjoy your dreams and peace.”

“But you can choose someone to inherit the power of this dream. Who are you willing to choose to be the successor of your will?”

“I can send you into the dream star sea, and choose the person you want in the dreamland.”

Stan Tito had already made arrangements for a long time, he looked towards the world from the country of magnificent and dreamy fairies.

There was a figure reflected in his eyes, a three-leaf man with the imprint of a slave on his body.

“No need to choose, I have already found it.”

Stan Tito laughed, eyes full of expectation.

“A preacher.”

“A person who has inherited the beautiful wishes of the great poet and my dream.”