The rainstorm was pouring, lightning and thunder were roaring, and the cold wind from the cold zone in the north was pouring the same cold rain on the spire of the castle. On this day, Kant's most prestigious and oldest people had a dream. They dreamed that time seemed to retreat back to thirty years ago, and back to the same heavy rains, their young, strong, fair and kind lord was driving back to the town in a carriage. Not far ahead of the carriage was the tall and majestic exterior wall and tower of the ancient castle. Everything was shrouded in the mist and night caused by the rain. The carriage was galloping on the endless road, as if a dream that could not wake up.

Gao Wen walked in the deep and long underground corridor, and this corridor led to the north tower of the castle. The soldiers who were supposed to guard this corridor fell on their posts. They still had a breath, but their spirits had been stripped of this world and entered a dream that was difficult to wake up. At the same time, this dream also broke away from the illusion. It extended its tentacles to the real world, leaving its own distorted projection in the real world formed by matter.

The mottled stone walls are covered with moss, and the moss is peeling off continuously, revealing the decaying and deformed walls below. The space-time logic inside the corridor seems to have lost its regularity at this moment. The scenes in the dream and the scenes in the real world alternately at the same location, and the magic crystal stone lamps embedded in the walls also flash and dark, reflecting the ancient oil paintings between the lamps in a gloomy and strange way.

Boom!

A thunder broke through the sky. The completely closed underground corridor was illuminated by the lightning as bright as day. At some point, huge cracks appeared in the dark ceiling. Between the cracked stones, the dark sky could be seen, and heavy rain poured down from the sky.

Gao Wen looked up and saw through the ceiling of the corridor that he could vaguely see the entire upper half of the North Tower floating in the sky in fragmented manner. The broken boulders and roofs were suspended on a rainy night like no gravity. They kept spinning with the whistling wind, and pieces of broken bricks and gravel fell from each other.

He ignored all this and walked straight through the corridor filled with wind and rain. The rain of uncertainty sprinkled on his body, sometimes making him wet all over, but sometimes disappearing. Every observation showed different results.

The heavy oak door finally appeared in front of me, exactly the same as what I saw in my dream before. Gao Wen stretched out his hand, but before his fingers touched the door, a shadow next to the door suddenly squirmed, and the amber figure condensed into shape: "Hey! Gao Wen, you are here!"

Gao Wen looked at Amber: "Have you found the lantern?"

"I just touched this place. I could sense a very obvious magic fluctuation here, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open the door!" Amber's tone sounded particularly depressed. It was obvious that she was full of confidence before, but as a thief, she couldn't open an antique wooden door seriously hit her confidence.

"Can't open the door?" Gao Wen frowned. He looked back at the direction he came and found that the strange corridor had returned to stability at this moment. The broken walls and roofs were closed again. There were no more wind and rain running around in the corridor, nor were there mottled moss and falling bricks. The oak door at the end of the corridor was in a solid and complete state. Although it was old, it was tightly closed.

Gao Wen looked at Amber: "When you were here, did you see the rain in the corridor?"

The half-elf looked confused: "Rain? How could it rain in the corridor?"

"It seems you are still in the dream," Gao Wen knew it in his heart. "The door in the dream is blocked, and you will never be able to open it no matter what."

As he spoke, he looked at the oak door, then closed his eyes slightly, recalling in his heart the knowledge and power he had mastered from the fragments of the mind of the Eternal Cultist: "Only by pushing this door open in the real world, you will see the true appearance of this castle."

He opened his eyes again, and the corridor was howling cold wind and rain were rolling up. The dark stone ceiling was covered with a series of cracked gaps, moss was covered with all the walls, and the oak door looked old and disrepaired.

With a light push, the door opened.

Amber widened her eyes as the oak door was pushed open: she finally saw something the same as Gao Wen's vision.

The half-elves exclaimed: "This... why did this break like this all at once?!"

Gao Wen shook his head: "Because this place has not been repaired for thirty years."

Then he walked in front and walked into this place where the whole illusion was maintained with Amber.

The cellar space behind the oak gate is well preserved. The tower building on the upper floor blocks the heavy rain falling from the sky. The noisy sounds around suddenly fade away, and the whole world seems to be quiet.

In the hazy and dim space, the light of the lantern suddenly lit up, and the warm and gentle glow dispelled the darkness. Within the light range, a figure of a woman in a long white dress was emerging.

Behind her was the stone hall that Gao Wen had seen in his dream before, and a large number of stone pillars that were the same as those in the dream supported the entire cellar, and countless shimmer runes flashed on each stone pillar.

"Mrs. Lilith Cond," Gao Wen looked at the other person quietly, "It's time to wake up from the dream."

"Dude, you shouldn't come to this place," Lilith's eyes were filled with sadness. "How great would it be if you thought nothing had happened."

Gao Wen shook his head slightly: "But it has happened. You are addicted to this dream and just deceive yourself. What the sleeper gives you is not a good medicine at all. You should be very clear. They are just borrowing your hands to draw strength. What they give you is just an illusion."

"But I'm willing to believe it, it's true!" Lilith Kant's emotions suddenly became excited, "I'm almost successful, I've succeeded! As long as you don't come, as long as I keep hypnotizing myself, I will...I will..."

Gao Wen loudly interrupted the woman who had fallen into madness thirty years ago: "You will never succeed, because the dream power given to you by the Eternal Sleeper has innate defects. Dream makers will always be awake! This is also a congenital defect that even those Eternal Sleeper themselves cannot solve!"

Lilith Kant's expression stiffened for a moment: "Why...you know?"

"Because I swallowed a sleeper and gained his knowledge and memory."

Lilith Kant's figure shook uncontrollably: "So...you can't realize the truth here?"

"No," Gao Wen shook his head, "Although I have obtained the knowledge and memory of the eternal sleeper, when I first came here, I was indeed deceived by this "real dream". It's a pity that you left too many loopholes, so I can only realize the truth a little bit.

“Victor Kant’s study has many old books, the latest one was collected thirty years ago;

“About the accident thirty years ago, both the people in the territory and the people in the castle showed a vague memory, and the two groups had completely different perceptions about the ‘Vissus’;

“Vissue Kant appears to be the head of the entire castle, but every time he comes to something you are involved in, he shows obvious dullness and confusion, because you are worried that he realizes that he is just living in a dream and sets a tight secret of thinking for him;

"But the biggest loophole is not these, but the lantern in your hand may no longer know its origin, but I know it. The lantern was given to a friend seven hundred years ago as a gift, and its function is to allow the 'dream weaving man' to maintain himself in the controllable dream world and find a way. In other words, the person holding the lantern is the person who truly controls the dream!"

Amber, who had been standing next to him for a long time, finally figured out the whole thing. She opened her mouth wide and raised her hand to point Lilith Kant not far away: "So...so thirty years ago..."

"Yes, Viscount Kant and Master Belm, thirty years ago, actually died. They died on the spot when the carriage fell down the mountain stream. In the world, the Viscountess, who went crazy on the fourth day and died of drinking poison, was the one who survived. This dream was not created by Viscount Kant to recall his lover. On the contrary, it was the Viscountess who accepted the power of the Eternal Sleeper, reshaped his husband in the dream and even let his husband be a lord in this dream castle for thirty years, governing the territory for thirty years!"

"He managed the territory very well! He managed the castle very well! Even if it was a dream here, why couldn't this dream last!" Lilith Kant's voice suddenly became sharp, and her beautiful face was quickly filled with hatred and madness, while the lantern that emitted a soft halo suddenly enveloped a layer of lavender light that reminded the starlight. The power provided by the sleeper made this woman last for thirty years of youth. But now it was finally time for the cult spell to take the price. She controlled the lantern one second, but the next second, she had become the slave of the lantern. "Why are you here to destroy all this! Why are you here to wake up the sleeping people! If you don't come...If you don't come... Everything will be beautiful forever!!"

A huge and twisted black shadow formed behind the Viscountess, with colorful starlight flashing in the shadow. It suddenly condensed a sharp claw from the illusion, whistling and stabbing Gao Wen's chest. The sound from the shadow overlapped with Lilith Kant's voice: "What's the benefit of destroying all this to you!"

Gao Wen raised his hand, and the Trailblazer Sword had already blocked the Chaos Claw: "You have used the lives of thousands of people to maintain this, and it is about to threaten everyone on this entire land, so destroying it is the greatest benefit for me!"

At the same time, in the ruins behind the main building of the castle, Knight Philip's sword was raised high and then slashed down with force.

The castle was making a terrifying sound behind him, and a low rumbling kept coming from the direction of the North Tower. Although the main body of the castle was still intact and stable, the entire North Tower gradually collapsed in the night sky, turning into pieces and floating in the dark night. In addition, huge bricks and roofs continued to decompose and disappear into the storm.
Chapter completed!