In the sudden dizziness and the loud bang in his mind, Modir felt his soul suddenly being pulled away and floating in a state of emptiness and emptiness. He didn't know how long he had been floating, but he just felt that he quickly crossed the distant "distance" that mortals could not understand - then, his broken soul was roughly stuffed back into his body like a ball of rags.

After a while, the old mage woke up slowly and conditioned and acted in a vigilant position at the moment of regaining consciousness. He touched his combat staff with one hand and the enchanted sword for protection with the other hand. The next one was a lot of protective spells that were instantly emitted... He clearly remembered that the same process happened not long ago.

But this time, he did not wake up in that black, white and gray world - after opening his eyes, he saw the familiar single dormitory of adventurers, and everything he saw was normal and bright colors. What came from the window were the various sounds full of vitality in the adventurers camp, and at the same time there was a dim, unique dim sky light during the extreme night came through the cracks of the window.

"This is really evil..." Modir murmured, but his spirit was not relaxed at all. He quickly checked all the details in the room, confirming that everything was the same as he remembered, and then went to the window and brushed his fingers through the tiny dust on the windowsill.

He touched the same position on the windowsill in that black and white faded world, but the dust here was not traced to being wiped away at this moment.

The old mage leaned over to the window and opened the window panels. Under the nearby street lights and extremely dim skylight, he saw people coming and going in the adventurer camp. It seemed that another group of teams had completed the cleaning or exploration mission near the camp. The happy adventurers were calling their friends to bars, casinos and other places for entertainment. A dragon clan who maintained a human form, but had many scales on his face and arms passed by just the nearby. He looked in the direction of Modir and greeted him with a friendly smile.

Modir smiled and nodded in response, then retreated to the desk on the side of the bed. His face quickly became serious. He sat on the rough and practical wooden chair and frowned and thought about what had happened before. The dizziness in his mind was still pouring on the ground, disturbing the old mage's thinking and memories. He had to use several spiritual soothing spells on himself to make his mind feel better, and in the process he barely sorted out the memory of the "strange dream".

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, raised his hand and made a move in a certain direction, and a thick sheepskin booklet flew to his hand quietly. The old mage put down his short sword and reached out to open the second half of the notes, and his eyes changed slightly.

There are new handwritings on the booklet, which are the words he left in the black and white faded world. From the moment he woke up from his dream, his records of the deserted dusty land and the mountain-like female god were clearly presented on the parchment paper. After careful look, the ink on the paper has not even dried yet.

"Dreams affect reality? Or did I leave these records unconsciously in my sleep? Or did the previous experience be real, and I was in a state of superposition of reality and illusion? Or was the shadow world's circumstance of the real world..."

Modir mumbled various speculations in a low voice, slowly swept through the words with his fingers, trying to find some clues from the records he left behind. Suddenly, his finger stopped-

He was seeing the huge female god in the record talking about his dream with the "storyteller" who never showed up. However, in the part that specifically describes the dream of the female god, the corresponding words had become a chaotic dot and curve at some point, just like a vague whisper in the dream, which was completely unrecognizable.

Modir immediately began to recall the corresponding memories in his mind, and cold sweat slowly oozed out from his forehead - he found that a piece of memory in his mind was missing, and the memory seemed to have just turned blank in this second. He could even clearly feel the "empty" sense of incongruity in his mind. Then a few seconds later, the sense of incongruity disappeared. He finally completely could not remember what the dream described by the female god was.

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The old mage took a light breath, controlled the accelerating heartbeat, and suddenly turned the notes to the last part with a certain determination momentum - he saw the female god stand up to meet an indescribable terrifying monster. The record is still there, and he also saw the text that finally describes the female god's backrest presenting a starry sky on the backrest of the throne... The record is completely interrupted here.

"Starry Sky... Starry Sky..." Modir slowly closed his notes and tapped his forehead with the battle staff held by his other hand. "I did see the starry sky on the backrest of the huge throne, but I couldn't remember what it looked like at all... It shouldn't be, with the mind of a mage, I should at least remember some... There was something wrong with the memory? Or was it some kind of powerful spiritual prohibition?"

The old mage suddenly stopped tapping his forehead and frowned: "No, I can't continue thinking about it anymore. There is a risk of being contaminated. This matter must be paused."

The great adventurer's rich experience of committing death and doing without death began to work. Modir stopped from the brink of dangerous exploration. He took a few deep breaths to make his heart and mind gradually return to normal. Then he kept his notes and prepared to go out to breathe fresh air first, and then went to the adventurer bar to have a drink.

But just as I was about to reach the door, a not too strange aura entered his perception. The old mage stood at the door, and then he heard a polite knock on the door and the voice of the young woman from outside: "Master Modir, have you gotten up?"

Modir opened the door and saw a young girl in black hair and black dress standing in front of him.

He knew this girl, who had a chance to meet her, next to the hill made of crystal clusters, and he knew that the gentle and delicate girl was actually a black dragon, and she should be the exclusive messenger of the dragon leader Heragor.

"I hope it has not disturbed your lunch break, Master Modir," the black dragon girl bowed slightly, with a smile on her face, "I'm sorry for visiting you rashly during your rest day - there is an invitation."

"No need to care, I'm awake," Modir raised his eyebrows, not looking very surprised, "Her lord has something to ask me again?"

The black dragon girl nodded: "Chief, please go to the inner city council hall to meet. Is it convenient now?"

"Nothing inconvenient," Modir said casually, and raised his hand to the side with a move. The robe, hat and other things hung on the hood rack immediately flew over him and dressed neatly. "It just so happened that I had no arrangements today, and I also wanted to discuss some things with your leader - he should be a knowledgeable person... Dragon."

While talking, he walked out, but then he suddenly remembered something and looked at the black dragon girl in front of him with a strange expression: "By the way, you shouldn't have to fly over if you go to the inner city... If it really doesn't work, I can fly by myself..."

This was the last time he was taken to the top of the mountain by the other party with his claws - it was obviously not a comfortable transportation experience.

"Of course not," the black dragon girl couldn't help laughing, obviously thinking of the same thing, "The inner city district council hall is not far from here, we can get there soon."

In the inner city of New Argondor, a seminar-collapsed old factory facility was restored and transformed into a meeting room, a warm and soft light was lit up in a reception room. Modir came here under the leadership of the Black Dragon Girl, and the leader of the dragon clan who had lived for a long time and accumulated long knowledge that humans could not imagine had been waiting here for a long time.

After entering the room, the black dragon girl with short hair with her ears left quietly. Modir slightly tidied up his mage robe and walked towards the golden dragon who maintained a human form. The latter just raised his head from the table, and his light golden vertical pupils looked at the big adventurer wearing a black soft hat.

"Her lord, you are looking for me this time..."

As soon as Modir was halfway through his words, Hragor's expression suddenly changed. The dragon leader suddenly stood up and leaned forward to stare at the old mage, as if he was going to examine the latter's soul through this body: "Master Modir, where did your soul go before?!"

Modir swallowed his words back immediately. His astonishment lasted for less than half a second, and then he realized that the powerful golden dragon in front of him must have seen something wrong from him. At the same time, he also immediately remembered the weird experience he had experienced in the black and white space that was suspected to be the shadow world. His expression suddenly became serious: "Heronor Heragore, what have you discovered?"

"Your soul has a very obvious...exotic aura," Hragor stared at Modir's eyes. The golden vertical pupils of the dragon reflected the figure of the old mage, but a pale and blurred soul was reflected. "A certain force that does not belong to the real world has left a deep mark in your soul... but this power is rapidly fading. If you come later, I'm afraid even I can't see these traces."

"Really?" Modir looked surprised, and at the same time he was a little suspicious, "This shouldn't be... How could I not notice the problem with my soul..."

"I'm afraid that the mark will also interfere with your judgment. Or the power behind the mark is too weird, in your 'spiritual corner,'" Hragor's expression did not relax at all, "Master Modir, what happened?"

"...I had a dream, and it might not be a dream. As you said, my soul might have temporarily fallen into a different space similar to the shadow world," Modir thought for a moment, thinking that the dragon leader in front of him did not need to plan on such a problem. Moreover, he had the intention to inquire about something from the other party, so he no longer concealed the strange "dream experience" in detail. "It happened a few hours ago. I woke up from my dream and saw a deserted wilderness covered with gray and white sand and broken rocks, and a black ruin that seemed to never reach...

"I also saw a figure as huge as a mountain sitting on a collapsed and collapsed throne. The throne was built of unknown gray-white materials, which looked one with the surrounding sand and dust. The lower part of the throne looked like a religious altar; the figure looked like a woman, wearing a black long skirt with invisible style and material, with gray-white cracks or lines floating on her body with light and shadow. I couldn't see her appearance clearly, but I could hear her voice...

"I also heard my own voice, but I couldn't see where the voice came from..."

In order to get as much help as possible, Modir described what he remembered very thoroughly, and then added his brief "dream" on the ship. Hragor listened carefully from the side without interrupting from beginning to end. Until Modir's story finally came to an end, the leader of the dragon tribe breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a serious expression: "You have never had a similar experience before boarding the mechanical ship departing from North Port, have you?"

"Yes," Modir knew what the other party wanted to say, "it can be considered that this phenomenon only occurred after approaching Tarlond."

"The black and white space similar to the shadow world, the boundless gray and white desert, the huge rocks... and the black city ruins that seem to never reach..." Hragor frowned and said to himself in a low voice, "The collapsed and collapsed huge throne, and the altar structure under the throne..."

"Do you know where that is?" Modir couldn't help asking, "You have lived for nearly two million years, and there should be nothing in this world that you don't know."

Heragor shook his head: "There is no real omniscient person in this world, and even the eyes of God are limited. I have no impression of the place you describe. Whether it is the real world, the shadow world, or the strange elements and spiritual planes, there is no environment that completely matches it..."

Modir did not hide the disappointment on his face: "Is that so... I don't even know."

Hragor continued to shake his head: "Sorry, I can't help you in this regard, but I agree with your judgment - the environment in that place is very close to the Shadow Realm. Although there are still many unexplainable contradictions, it is definitely closely related to the Shadow Realm, and..."

The golden dragon suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face became very strange - the expression was a little fear, a little suspicion, and more nervousness and solemnity.

He raised his head and stared at Modir's eyes with unprecedented solemn attitude: "Can you describe what that huge 'lady' looks like?"

"Of course," Modir nodded immediately, and described the lady whom he saw in the "Dream" again. At the end he suddenly remembered something and added, "By the way, I still remember that when He finally faced the terrifying and blasphemous monster, a weapon appeared in his hand. It was a scepter condensed by the gray and white rifts wandering on her body. It was half black and half white, and had a strong sense of existence. I could hardly move my eyes away from that thing..."

"Half-black and half-white scepter!" Hragor opened his eyes wide instantly, as if some speculation he had just vaguely made was suddenly confirmed. The leader of the dragon clan suddenly stood up, and after a few seconds, he seemed to realize his disobedience and slowly sat down.

"It seems you know the identity of that 'lady'," Modir made a judgment from the other party's reaction, "what I saw was..."
Chapter completed!