Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 381 The Creator Will End All Misfortune in Dreams

They certainly didn't talk about ancient Greek mythology.

The conversation ended with the statement, "Those who believe in fate are destined to become its puppets." The two, lost in their own thoughts, didn't continue.

Miya Xing was relieved that they didn't continue their conversation.

When discussing ancient Greek mythology, it's easy for the conversation to drift into fatalism. Whenever the two of them touch on this point, it's hard to avoid once again belittling the various magical races in the universe.

Of course, non-magical races were not spared from being despised.

The two of them drank a little more... a little more fresh juice.

This elf doesn't like drinking alcohol; she's just having a taste for the novelty. Ruibusi, on the other hand, doesn't care what she drinks.

"You've been traveling around, you must know quite a few elves?" She thought of a key point and asked casually, "I'm looking for an elf who sells things, I'm planning to buy some."

“There are many elves, and many vendors,” the elf said, but he didn’t refuse. “But you can tell me first, and I’ll ask my friends to help me find out.”

"Oh, I have a colleague..."

The person in the conversation was not referred to as a friend by her, but Miya Xing immediately knew that it was a spirit stone in form.

“In this place where the Dark Clan and the Quark Clan are adjacent,” she said, as a map appeared out of thin air and zoomed in on a section, “a cult is active here.”

What was the name of that sect again?

It's not important; I haven't heard of any other religious sects active in this area.

"He heard that the sect's leader was skilled at making a magical artifact that could allow the living to see the dead again. However, every time he went to this place, he could not meet anyone from the sect, and he could not buy the magical artifact."

It's obvious that someone is avoiding them.

Dark Night is always decisive and efficient in its actions, so the faction that managed to evade Dark Night must have some skill.

The elf sat up slightly: "Why did your colleague buy this magical item?"

"Oh, there is someone I wanted to see but who has long since died, who left no portrait or a single word. He misses him."

She gave a brief explanation, appearing reluctant to discuss it.

Miya Xing guessed that the dead person might be related to her.

She looked like a shrewd merchant looking to make a killing: "I'm thinking that since you're all elves, even if we don't know each other, it'll be easier to buy things from you."

"Ah, is that so?" The elf slumped back down and said with a smile, "I am not talented, but I am the leader of the Shengwu Sect."

Miya Xing couldn't help but take a second look at the elf; the young elf was quite different from what he had imagined.

She lacked the sense of utter exhaustion conveyed between the lines of that book—Destiny of Destiny.

Elves generally have long lifespans, so even if two hundred years pass, she shouldn't look like the character depicted in the book.

Is it because of the incense that lulls you into dreams?

That magical item, which gradually became harmless after countless revisions four hundred years later.

Miya Xing thought of Rui Bu Si's state when she first came to Meng Academy.

Now he knows, of course, that it was just because she was lacking energy and couldn't muster any spirits at the time.

But at the time, her behavior was too consistent with the symptoms of overdosing on the incense.

Wait, she'll join this sect.

So she really never used the Dream Incense?

The two, completely unaware of what the future held, were having a friendly exchange.

Huangwu sat up straight and extended his hand: "Oh, Master, hello, hello."

"My Lord Demon Lord, it's been a long time."

The Elf Lord seemed to already know Huangwu's identity.

She began to exude an aura of complete comprehension, and Miya Xing glanced at her a couple more times.

"It's not that we don't want to do this business, it's just that Dream Incense is undergoing a revamp and is not available for sale to the public for the time being. Our Elf race is known for its lack of combat power, so it's not good to confront important figures head-on."

She leisurely sipped her juice, looking nothing like an elf who lacked combat power and needed to worry about the opponent using violence.

"Oh, of course I understand. When can you change your ways?" Finding that the elf seemed certain that she wouldn't do anything, Huangwu looked her over with interest, but couldn't come up with anything.

They greeted her with "long time no see," yet she had no recollection of ever seeing them before.

And this cult leader seems to know her very well?

Hmm... she did think of one possibility.

"I've temporarily divided my research on the Dream Incense into four versions." Without immediately answering the question about the timing, she began to introduce the incense.

"The first version that we developed, which was also the initial version, was that it allowed you to see the people you wanted to see in your dreams."

When she spoke of her area of ​​expertise, her eyes lit up: "It's just controlling dreams. It's nothing special. Whether it's the Dark Clan, the Quark Clan, the Vampire Clan, or the Elf Clan, they all have similar magic."

He said it was nothing special, but his expression said something completely different.

"The only thing that's special about this item is that it's not limited by the user's magical abilities. We've found some human volunteers on Earth who can use it as usual."

Miya Xing's expression gradually became serious.

At this time, magical artifacts were not so "friendly," and they placed strict requirements on the user's magic and physical condition.

The final revised version, achieved after more than two hundred years of effort, was unexpectedly the closest to the original version.

This cult leader was undoubtedly a genius when it came to magical artifacts, but to the best of his knowledge, she had no other inventions besides the Dream Incense.

One reason is probably that her life was too short.

"In the second version, I made some minor modifications. People who use the Dream Incense no longer see the person they want to see, but rather create it."

In your dreams, act as the creator and construct someone who is completely yours.

It can conform to reality, it can go against reality, or it can be completely unrelated to reality.

Indifferent parents will cherish you like a treasure, your hated nemesis will kneel down and beg for mercy, and your snobbish teachers will fawn over you... All misfortunes will end in your dreams.

“This version is the same as the first version, but since it’s a construction,” she said, pulling her hair back, “they won’t completely disappear when you wake up; everything will continue in the next dream.”

For the user, the dream becomes another reality.

“I’m working on the third version now. The effect will be similar to the first version, allowing users to see the people they want to see,” she said casually. “The only difference is that the meeting place will not be in a dream, but in reality.”

"The fourth version is still in design, based on the third version. The expected effect is similar to the second version, allowing users to create a person," she said, unable to hide her pride despite her efforts to maintain a humble demeanor. "This time it's a reality."

"Hmm... The fourth version is a bit too difficult. I can't finish it in one or two decades. It might take several hundred years, or even a thousand years."

Miya Xing knew perfectly well that she would succeed in less than two hundred years.

Otherwise, cults would have been rampant throughout the universe during this period, and there would be nothing special about Shengwujiao. It's not like there would be any record of it on Rumengxiang's Facebook page.

"Oh, I'll tell Dark Night and ask him which version he wants." After hearing the introduction, the desolate man's face showed only appreciation, not interest.

"However, the later versions are more demanding on users. If you make a mistake and create a monster, you might suffer a mental breakdown and be smashed to pieces."

Huangwu thought she was going to say something like, "He wouldn't care about that."