Qin Zhibo was running on a large pale battlement.

Although his legs maintained the fastest non-explosive speed, the road ahead still did not decrease significantly.

The visual inspection that used to take only half a day to reach the top may now seem like a luxury.

Fortunately, the city was completely silent, with no guards or doors to obstruct passage.

Except for some paths in the city that are designed to be a bit anti-human, it can be considered to be well connected in all directions.

While running, a trumpet sound suddenly came from a distant place without any warning.

Qin Zhibo immediately stopped and tried to identify the direction from which the sound came.

The next second, he looked up at the tall tower at the end of the battlements.

The sound of the trumpet came from the top of the tower, which almost reached the clouds, so the sound sounded very ethereal.

First there was a long-lasting trumpet sound, followed by three loud gongs that penetrated the heaven and earth.

Qin Zhibo was forced to cover his ears by the deafening sound.

After a while, a new voice came from the top of the tower.

This is a trumpet solo full of rhythm and rhythm, and the intoxicating sound seems to reveal all the miracles and beauty in the world.

Every note in the air is full of enthusiasm and slightly weird and exotic.

Amidst this sound, Qin Zhibo's eyes gradually became blurred, and the hand covering his ears slowly loosened.

Fortunately, at the moment when he was about to let go completely, his brain suddenly regained its sanity, and he quickly covered his ears harder, finally regaining consciousness.

He stared at the top of the tower, not understanding what was happening.

Was he discovered by the dream gods in Kadasi?

Only gods can explain this strange power...

He turned around and looked around, trying to find a place to hide, but the battlements were so clean that not even a cockroach could hide.

At this moment, the thin clouds and mist at the top of the tower suddenly began to change strangely, like huge steps descending from the sky.

The steps formed by clouds and mist exude colorful mist on one side and diffuse downwards on the other.

And at the top of the steps, a pair of black men with colorful silks wrapped around their waists walked out from a place where they couldn't see clearly.

These black men were tall and burly, with muscles on their chests like knives and axes, and their heads were tied with shiny metal by leather straps.

They held a golden incense burner in one hand and a crystal cane in the other. From the mouth of the burner, streams of smoke with a purple luster filled the air.

These people are...

Qin Zhibo narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the slightly inconspicuous golden shackles on the feet of these black people.

Is it a slave?

These black slaves filed out from the top of the invisible tower, lined up in two columns, and walked solemnly and uniformly along the steps formed by the clouds and mist.

The bottom end of this step is less than 10 meters away in front of Qin Zhibo.

Qin Zhibo wanted to escape quickly before they came down, but it was too late.

A fragrant smell filled the air at some point, making his body unable to move, and he could only wait calmly for his next fate.

The black slaves did not hurry and soon reached the bottom of the steps.

They were less than 10 meters away from Qin Zhibo, and Qin Zhibo's body was still unable to move at this time.

However, they did not continue to move forward and stopped at the right time.

With the sound of a trumpet, hundreds of black slaves turned towards the center at the same time, forming two welcoming columns.

But Qin Zhibo knew that they were not here to greet him.

I saw a tall and thin figure walking down with solemn steps.

The figure had a handsome face like that of an ancient pharaoh when he was young, wore gorgeous robes of various colors, and wore a double crown of natural glittering gold.

That arrogant and elegant manner and black face seemed to possess the magical power that only fallen angels or dark gods possess.

He stood opposite Qin Zhibo, but around his eyes there were sparks of weariness shining with unpredictable humor.

Even when he spoke, his voice was like the soft music played by the waters of the River of Forgetfulness, with waves of ripples in the mellow tone.

"Qin, you have overcome many obstacles to come here, hoping to meet the gods of dreams."

"But mortals are prohibited from meeting them. This is a rule set by the demon king who lives deep in the ultimate void and whose name no one dares to reveal, as well as the alien gods entrenched around him."

"Even if you have overcome everything in the Earth's Dream and are burning with curiosity to explore knowledge, you will still be excluded from the palace of the Dream Gods in order to abide by the rules."

"Unless you can personally go to the Lord of the Ultimate Void and convince him to change this rule."

"Now, I prepare a Shantak bird for you, which will carry you across the vast galaxy to the ultimate void where no one knows where it is."

"In front of the throne, you will once again turn into a bird that can speak and speak to your heart's content..."

The tall man in the robe waved his hand, and Qin Zhibo felt his body light and airy.

It was as if his body was no longer under his control, and he actually sat on a Shantak bird that appeared from nowhere.

Once again, he sat on this ugly horse-headed giant bird, but the difference was that this time Qin Zhibo could not move his body and could only maintain the riding posture.

Even his mouth seemed to have been sewn shut with needles, and he couldn't make a sound.

Holy shit!

About to be sent away!

Qin Zhibo's eyes widened and he watched helplessly as he was lifted up by the Shantak bird and rushed straight into the sky above Kadath.

The sky was like a false curtain, with a huge hole torn open by the bat wings of the Shantak bird.

At this moment, Qin Zhibo saw the inside of the curtain.

The starry sky in the universe is emitting an icy blue shimmer.

The stars danced as if in mockery, changing their arrangement from time to time, as if they were combining into some pale omen that heralded destruction.

He also saw that the universe filled with ether was like a stormy sea, roaring and stretching out amorphous tentacles.

There were also those giggling, snickering, and shrill screams, as if mental patients were lingering around their ears.

In the deepest part of the dancing stars and the roaring ether sea is a palace filled with the ultimate darkness outside the universe.

Invisible flutists and trumpeters played chaotically around the palace.
Chapter completed!