Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

He slowly placed his left hand on his heart and said, "Here"

Yusou felt the beating of his heart. This was the first time he felt this way. His heart was very close to him at this moment. Every beat of his heart reminded Yusou that I am you and you are me.

"I feel it, I feel it," said Yusou excitedly.

Just then, two people passed by and said, "What a splendid play..."

"Ah, alas, young people nowadays..."

"..." Zengjun was silent, 'My innocence...'

He loosened his left hand and pointed to his heart. "I feel extremely powerful here now."

"Yes, that's it." Zengjun covered himself with a quilt.

"Then how did you realize it?" asked Yusuo, hoping to take this opportunity to learn more.

"Once?" Pictures of the past flashed through Zengjun's mind. Everything was pushing Zengjun to grow up.

A man appeared in the illusion. He had no face. "How much will it cost for you to learn the truth?" he asked Zengjun.

Zengjun listened to his voice. It was his own voice. Yes, it was another self who asked him the question.

Zeng Jun sat cross-legged on the ground, "Price, what do you think the price is?"

"If you had grown more sensible earlier, they wouldn't have died." Another voice of my own echoed, and every bounce seemed to be asking the same question again.

Zengjun stood up and patted his pants, "That's none of my business."

"What? What did you say?"

“I said, that’s none of my business.”

"But why do you have such a stubborn heart?"

Songjun looked at him and said, "I won't bully myself like others do. Only I can help myself."

"So, you're just going to abandon them?"

"Not abandoning them, but carrying their will and bearing the burden"

"Heh~ hypocrisy" After saying this, he disappeared.

Zengjun opened his eyes, everything that just happened was so real, 'This is the price'.

"Brother Zeng, you haven't told me how you attained enlightenment," he repeated, thinking that Zeng Jun didn't hear what he said before.

"Me? My enlightenment? It's hard for me to explain this. For example, if you saw an ant die, would you be sad?" Zengjun propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed and replied.

"No," he blurted out.

"What if its death had something to do with you?"

"No," said the flounder again, but added, "Because it's just an ant."

"What if you stepped on it to death?"

"That's even less likely. If I step on it to death, it means it has offended me," said Yusuo after thinking for a while.

"Yes, this is what I once realized," Zengjun said with a smile.

"But what's the connection between these?" asked Yusou in confusion.

"Of course, if it were me, I wouldn't want to be that ant whose life and death are just determined by others at will."

"So, none of us can become that ant, right?" Yusuo asked Zengjun as if something had suddenly dawned on him.

"Yes, we can't be that ant, and I don't want to be the one who steps on an ant to death." Zeng Jun looked at Yusuo and smiled, as if he was mocking himself, because more than an hour ago, Zeng Jun had indirectly killed an ant.

"But there are always strong people ahead of us, just like, after you climb over a mountain, there will be a new mountain, over and over again." Yusuo also lay down on his own bed.

"If you think like this, then there is no point in becoming stronger, because you will always think that I have worked hard to become stronger, but the result is just the starting point of the previous person."

"Yes, if the result of my efforts is to become the previous person, then wasn't the previous person's efforts just to become his previous person?" said Yusuo while lying on his side and facing Zengjun.

What Yusou said makes sense, because if you break it down, we are all replacing others while also being replaced by others.

"That's right. So if you can't figure it out, just stay here. There's nothing wrong with you. The mistake is that you were forced to participate in this game." After saying that, Zeng Jun covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep on his side. This made Zeng Jun feel that he was himself.

"Maybe." Ouse also imitated Zengjun, covered himself with the quilt and tried to fall asleep. But after a while, Ouse stuck his head out because he couldn't breathe oxygen.

The next morning, everyone returned the keys and headed out of town after breakfast.

I walked out of the town and took the same road I came last night.

After walking for a while, they approached the nearby deep mountains and plains. After making sure that no one was following them, Zengjun opened the shielding cover again and took out the map.

Zengjun opened the map and checked the approximate location of the second person. If he remembered correctly, it was a desert. Looking at the map, there were some huge rocks where he stayed. This was a natural landscape polished by wind and sand.

"How do we get there?" Mo Wan asked Zeng Jun.

"Let's fly over. After all, the second one is some distance away," Zeng Jun said after taking back the map.

"Can everyone fly?" Zeng Jun asked everyone.

"I have wings," Bushe responded.

"I can fly a sword," said Mo Wan.

"I can also fly a sword," Manli echoed.

Seeing that Ouse didn't say anything, "What about you, Ouse?" Zengjun asked curiously. After all, he heard Ouse say last night that he had been practicing for so long.

"I haven't learned it yet, mainly because I'm a little afraid of heights," said Yusou awkwardly.

"..." Zengjun was silent for a while and then said, "Let me teach you. Bring me a gun. I can't bear to step on my sword."

Then, Yusou took out a spear and handed it to Zengjun.

Zengjun took the spear and used it to hold it lower to the ground to make it easier for Xisuo to step on it.

After stumbling, he finally stepped on it, but soon fell down again because of balance problems.

Yusuo looked at Zengjun aggrievedly, "Am I really useless?"

"No, I didn't think it through," Zeng Jun quickly consoled him, "Take another one, and it will be easier to balance with two."

After listening to this, Yusuo handed another one to Zengjun.

Zengjun controlled the second one next to the first one.

"Try again, I will wait for you patiently"

He tried again, and this time he stood on it with much ease.

Yusou stood on the spear and looked at Weiwei, "What about her?"

"Yes, how about I hold you?" Mo Wan said.

“No need.” Zengjun then hugged Princess Weiwei in his arms and spread his crow’s wings. The colorful black seemed out of place in the bright white sky.

Zeng Jun flew up, "Well, let's go."

Everyone followed Zengjun and headed towards the desert.

Bushue looked at Zengjun's wings. If the owner of these wings was not Zengjun, Bushue might have taken action, right? After all, the color black has an ominous meaning in the heavens, so the length of the night is greatly compressed in the heavens.

What's more, this black is filled with colorful colors. From a distance, how is it different from pure black?