Shen Xiaofan put down his cup and walked over.

He was a little nervous: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Enter your dream." Su Wanxia said casually.

Shen Xiaofan was shocked: "Can you enter the dreamland at will?"

"Of course, as long as it exists, it can be sensed. I also want to know more details." Su Wanxia said as she picked up Shen Xiaofan and put him on the bed.

Xiaoxiao took off his shoes and lay down, but he couldn't sleep.

"But uncle... I will definitely be able to sleep."

"It's okay, just concentrate on what is in front of you." Su Wanxia said and turned on the light above the bed.

Then a scarlet triangle was reflected in Xiaoxiao's eyes.

"Calm down...it's okay..."

Shen Xiaofan has never seen such a strange pattern.

It was obviously just a red triangle fixed above the bed, but when he looked at it intently, it seemed to come alive.

At that moment, Shen Xiaofan felt that his body had become stiff and he could not move.

He wanted to ask for help, but his consciousness became deeper and deeper, and he fell into a deep sleep in less than a minute.

…

Early the next morning, when Su Wanxia brought Xiaoxiao to the restaurant, everyone was there.

Seeing the older one and the younger one approaching, Shen Yinuo looked a little unsure as if he had just woken up from a hangover. She put an ice pack on her forehead and asked Xiaoming, "Who are they?"

"Oh my aunt, how much have you drunk? Isn't that Wanxia and your precious son?"

Shen Yinuo finally woke up after this reminder.

When the couple sat opposite her, Shen Yinuo frowned and looked at Su Wanxia and said: "Why is he here with you?"

That?"

Su Wanxia just smiled, then took out an ancient book without a title and placed it on the table.

"Everyone, I have something very important to tell you today, so please put aside what you are doing and wait until you have finished listening. OK?" Su Wanxia said calmly.

Yan Sichen's attention was all taken away by the ancient book. He looked at the ancient book, then at Shen Xiaofan, and then stared at the ancient book on the table.

Xian Qianhua didn't care, she asked: "How important is very important? Translate translate?"

"It's a matter of life and death." Su Wanxia's voice still sounded calm.

Chu Xiaoming was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed: "Hey, brother, can you stop talking so early in the morning? It's scary."

Su Wanxia just looked at him calmly.

Chu Xiaoming stopped laughing, turned his head and looked at the reactions of others before tentatively asking: "Is it really that serious?"

Su Wanxia didn't answer.

Shen Yinuo asked Shen Xiaofan, "Xiaoxiao, what did you do last night?"

Even though the soul inside is much older, Shen Xiaofan is still very afraid of his mother.

"I...I woke up from a nightmare...and then I..."

As soon as he started talking, Su Wanxia stopped him.

"I'll save these words for you, mother and son, to talk about when you have time. The things we want to talk about now are much more important than these." Su Wanxia opened the ancient book as she spoke.

Shen Yinuo did not fall out on the spot, but still pulled Shen Xiaofan away from Su Wanxia and back into his arms.

Su Wanxia glanced at her.

Shen Yinuo raised his eyebrows: "Look at what I'm doing, tell me."

Su Wanxia reorganized her emotions and said: "I don't know to what extent you guys have integrated with your own 'divine nature' over the years, but I know very well that I have formed a stable connection with it, so Sitting in front of you at this moment is the familiar Su Wanxia, ​​and the only descendant of the Lord of the Past, the old god 'Turaya'!"

After Su Wanxia finished speaking, the entire restaurant fell into a long silence.

Everyone looked at Su Wanxia, ​​but their expressions were different.

The first thing that broke the silence was Xian Qianhua's laughter. She covered her mouth, and when Su Wanxia looked over, she hurriedly waved her hands and said, "I'm sorry... I'm not mocking, I just... feel..."

"Yes, it's not easy to accept, isn't it? But if you can all face up to the divinity deep in your heart, I believe today's discussion will be natural and smooth." Su Wanxia was still calm, he had long known that he was like this The four companions always regarded him as a "madman" obsessed with theology.

"Wanxia didn't lie, I can feel it." Yan Sichen suddenly spoke, and two vertical golden lights appeared in his eyes.

Everyone looked at it very carefully.

This time no one laughed.

Everyone knows very well...this is not a special effect of cosmetic contact lens, but a proof of the embodied existence of "divinity".

"I'm sorry..." Xian Qianhua apologized again, and she sat down next to Chu Xiaoming.

Chu Xiaoming has been observing everyone. Although he is not willing to accept the reality, he has indeed felt its existence in the past ten years, but Chu Xiaoming has always been resistant to it.

"The vertical light representing order has the eye of foreboding and can regard time as a definite string. All the notes that have been played, are being played, and have not yet been touched are in his eyes." Su Wanxia opened the ancient book,

The old paper exudes the smell of sea water, a smell that contains death and rebirth.

"Turaya, known as the Mother of All Saints, is the last descendant of the Lord of the Past. After the end of the Upper Yuan Civilization, as the last old god with the wisdom of the Upper Yuan Civilization, Turaya is the Lord of Creation and the

The Mother of All Saints, therefore, she also has another name 'Mother'." This passage is Su Wanxia's interpretation of ancient books. His fingers gently stroked the words and symbols that had been soaked in sea water and became mottled, like

It is to feel the mystery and mystery of the past.

"What about me? What am I?" Chu Xiaoming, who was gradually entranced, suddenly became anxious. He opened his palms to show Su Wanxia, ​​and saw that the originally intact palms suddenly began to show signs of decay.

Surprisingly, there was no foul smell, but a strange floral fragrance.

"Entropy in established laws foreshadows annihilation, but you are swimming against the current. Your name has long been cursed and forgotten, but your existence and power are indeed eternal. Although there is no bond between you and the superior civilization,

But as one of the old gods, you are still transcendent and great. You are the god of reorganization and the evidence of civilization." Su Wanxia seemed to have some difficulty in translating this paragraph.

Everyone present had some difficulty understanding this passage.

Especially Chu Xiaoming, he almost didn't understand.

"So? What am I?"

"I have read through ancient books, but I can't find any definite records related to you, but... from my understanding, maybe you are the 'variable', the uncertainty in the meaning of all future existences." Su Wanxia is

So understood.

But Chu Xiaoming still didn’t understand it at all.

"Brother Wanxia? Listen to what you have to say. Is it human words?"

Su Wanxia also sighed. He really couldn't find any record that could accurately define Chu Xiaoming.

At this time Xian Qianhua asked again: "Okay, okay, don't worry about it. I still want to ask who I am? All I see all day long are lines. I finally got used to it, but I accidentally

You will still see many, many lines, what the hell is this? Is it old god geometry?"

"No, it's the old god Yasin, but it's not the original Lord of Yasin, but the last one. Yasin's temple was desecrated and the afterglow of the past lord completely dissipated. The last one was enshrined by the suffering believers.

It’s Yassin.”
Chapter completed!