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Chapter 504 Altar

Being able to materialize the image of a god in a dream, and having the god possess divinity in the dream, this kind of skill is probably also a divine performance!

Although I have prepared myself mentally, the water here is probably deeper than I imagined.

It wasn't surprising that a place like this would have an altar that resonated with the gods. In a previous life, the Wolf Cult used this altar to summon the angelic plague wolf Ulysses, and in that episode, Smith Hall was even more exaggerated, triggering the descent of the god of war, Blomfield.

But the question is, why didn't Negen Hart directly trigger the descent of the world-destroying wolf Gleipnir?

His curiosity suddenly reached its peak.

Zhou Ning pondered as he walked forward. He still had about nine minutes left to pass through the Dream Hall, plenty of time for exploration.

While clearing out the remaining ghost citizens, the players collected the wood debris on the ground and handed it over to Zhou Ning in exchange for contribution points.

The efficiency was pretty good, and it didn't take long to collect five large portions. Zhou Ning couldn't help but want to give a thumbs up to the players.

As for the elm tree in front of him, it was rooted in the spiritual world, but for some unknown reason, part of it had penetrated into reality. It stood to reason that there was a chance to cut off some branches and leaves, and Zhou Ning couldn't help but feel eager to do so.

At this time, although she was still sulking over her image being mercilessly killed on the spot, Jasmine still couldn't help but say:

"Don't try to touch this tree, because it is a reflection of the subconscious mind. We can't be sure who this tree belongs to. It might not belong to humans. Many priests have lost themselves in the ocean of their minds after touching trees that were beyond their ability."

"In this case, you in the real world will disappear and never be found again."

"Based on my judgment, this place is very likely unreal, a relic of the war between the gods, with unusual weather and tides. It looks somewhat similar to the Sunlight Temple in Bryston. It might even be the kingdom of the ancient gods. I suspect it has something to do with the soul and dreams."

"You must not explore any dream realms here. Any remaining divine power from any deity could cause a normal person to instantly lose control."

The Sunlight Temple in Braxton? That seems to be the location of the Ascetic Church's sanctuary... Zhou Ning frowned and thought:

"...Unusual weather and tides? The ancient gods' kingdom? It's really possible. The weather and tides in the Apocalypse game are a relic of the war between the gods. Could this really be the battlefield where the gods once fought?"

He nodded thoughtfully, retracting his outstretched hand and giving up his inexplicable greed. It would be safer to leave the task of collecting the sorghum wood to the players.

Then, he thought about it and couldn't help asking, "Is it possible that you and Louisa died because of exploring this weather tide?"

Jasmine sighed and said, "I don't remember. In fact, I don't even remember being here. But it's not impossible. After all, there was an image of us in the dream."

Finally, when the mission was due, Shuidi Chenxing and his team were still ranked first in the prize pool mission rankings, but even the last one still received generous experience rewards, which greatly boosted the morale of the players.

And just as Zhou Ning expected, after gaining a large amount of experience, the first thing players thought of was to buy skills from Zhou Ning, or spend money on skill training. Training skill proficiency with Zhou Ning is much more economical than directly spending experience to improve skills. This is also one of his biggest sources of experience at present.

Finally, he calculated the experience points. He had just released three prize pool tasks, and after a wave of consumption by players, he even earned about 10 million experience points. The eight pieces of elm wood were considered extra gifts, which was simply a sin.

He walked through the Dream Hall and saw two doors in front of him, each leading to a different corridor. As he stepped out of the Dream Hall, the intense fog abruptly ceased, leaving only a thinner mist lingering around him. His observation Haki also recovered a lot, but the distance he explored was still very short.

Finally got out... Zhou Ning couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the players followed him out of the dream hall one after another, looking around curiously, and spontaneously dispersed to explore the surroundings.

The scene ahead broke the Three-Three Architecture Theory. One of the doors on the right was tightly closed. It was much larger than the other door and inexplicably gave people a strange and magnificent feeling. There were various twisted patterns painted on it, each connected into a closed curve, and there were also several incomplete claw marks on it.

The other door on the left is open, with a whirlwind-shaped mark on the door, and human and animal footprints leading inside. This must be where the werewolves and Negan Hart entered.

But where on earth did Negenhart come from to get here directly?

At this time, Jasmine said in a cold voice, "I recognize the markings on the left door. The hall ahead is called the Hall of Thought. The whirlwind symbolizes human thought and consciousness. As for the one on the right... I can't guess."

Could the mark on the left also be guessed? Zhou Ning complained in his heart. He stared for a few seconds, reached out his hand to push the middle door, but at the same time, a sense of crisis so strong that it made the hairs on his back stand up suddenly swept over him.

This was his intuition telling him that he must not open this door.

He suddenly withdrew his hand and decided to trust his intuition.

"Come quickly, there's something here!" Suddenly, Brother Tangshan's voice came from a distance. Zhou Ning hurried over and saw several players surrounding a small altar.

There is also a mirror hanging in front of the altar, with a deep blue light appearing on the mirror surface.

Considering that many mirrors have teleportation effects, it's obvious that this is where Negenhart comes in.

Afterwards, he did not issue any more exploration missions, but let the players walk in front as usual, and he followed behind and entered the corridor.

The corridor is not long, but it is a bit dark inside, and the gray-white stone slabs extend straight into the distance.

Picking up the lantern, Zhou Ning saw bubbles floating in the air within his field of vision. They were so colorful that people couldn't help but want to poke them.

"This place is a bit like the human spiritual world, which can reflect human thoughts and consciousness." Jasmine said.

Zhou Ning observed from the spot, and sure enough, when the players passed by, the bubbles reflected all kinds of magical equipment, gorgeous skills, rapidly increasing levels, and a large number of beauties.

Then the bubble floated forward, drifted into the hall in front, and hovered in the air.

Haha, so vulgar. Zhou Ning couldn't help but shake his head in disdain.

Zhou Ning paid special attention to it when he passed by.

Inside the bubble were thick stacks of Vikta, haha, it seems not very accurate.

Soon Zhou Ning entered the end of the corridor. In front of him was a huge hall. There were also bubbles in the air in the hall, each with content on it, which looked very magical.

I think these are the thoughts and consciousness left behind by the people who entered this hall before.

Before Zhou Ning could take a closer look, his gaze stopped at a large altar not far away, occupying one-third of the vast hall. Beside the altar stood an old man wearing a black cap and robe, surrounded by priests in their werewolf form.

They were praying devoutly, and bubbles of various shapes were appearing above their heads.

The shadow of a gigantic black wolf had already formed, resembling a small black hill. Opposite him was a familiar-looking white wolf. It was none other than Silas, the Moon Wolf, who had fallen at the hands of Angus Motley and whose soul had returned to the spirit world.