What the dreammaker doesn't know is that Martin is in the three-second bondage time and cannot pose much threat to him.

On the contrary, in the air behind the Dreammaker, the space was twisted, and Bishop Aslan appeared there.

The living room became very quiet in an instant, and everyone's movements seemed to have stopped.

Bishop Aslan raised his hand and pointed at the dreammaker in the grey fog.

The huge power of time condensed into visible fluctuations from his hands, which were released from him, wrapping up the gray fog and hiding the dream-creator in it.

The gray fog was quickly consumed, and Martin also saw the true face of the dreammaker for the first time.

After living with the gray fog for a long time, the dreammaker looks particularly old, with wrinkles on his face, and his face is a little blue at this time.

I don't know if it's because of fear or something...

Pope Kagadrin and Aslan joined forces, and the dreammaker could not escape!

After losing the protection of the gray fog, the dream creator flashed through the fluctuations of the dream sequence again.

He tried to pull all the people in the room into a dream, but was immediately interrupted by Bishop Aslan.

Although the gray fog is still ejecting from the dreammaker's body, its speed is far from keeping up with the consumption.

As time goes by, the dreammaker's face begins to age, wrinkles get deeper and dryer.

Just when Martin thought the dreammaker was about to die, the room again fluctuated the dream sequence!

A mist-filled passage suddenly appeared behind the dreammaker!

"snort!"

A very cold hum came from the grey fog.

With this cold snorkeling, the fluctuations of the dream sequence spread out from the channel.

The power of time originally entangled in the dreammaker's body instantly disappeared, and gray mist sprayed out from the passage, wrapping the dreammaker again!

Aslan's eyelids pounded, but he did not take any action again.

Kagadrin's phantom stood upright, facing the gray passage, blocking Tiya and the others.

Martin seemed to have seen the gray fog, a huge and boundless giant was staring at him coldly at this moment.

The hairs were all standing on their backs, and the cold sweat flowed from behind, and the whole person was trembling uncontrollably, as if it was fished out of the water.

That is...the God of Dreams!

The other party seemed to have noticed him!

Is this the power of the gods?

Faced with this terrifying power, he could not have the desire to resist at all, and a feeling of fear to the extreme spread across his heart, wrapping him firmly...

However, Martin heard vaguely that after the humming, there were other sounds.

It seems that someone is shouting...

After the humming, there was no other movement in the room.

The God of Dreamland did not show up after all, and the dream creator did not dare to stay here. He directly drilled into the passage and disappeared into the dream world.

...

The living room was in a mess.

The phantom of Kagadrin gradually disappeared, and before leaving, the Pope smiled slightly at Martin.

Aslan looked at the heavy books on the table and squinted his eyes.

"You'll deal with this thing?"

He asked Martin.

Martin was not polite either. He sat on the sofa, and wiped it out, and teleported the books to the small island of the spiritual world.

Apart from him, if anyone else dares to touch this book, even Bishop Aslan will probably be dead for a lifetime.

The book is called "Examination of the Domain".

If extraordinary items are divided into level levels, their level should be higher than all other extraordinary items!

Because, this thing is specially designed for gods.

"I'll pick you up at 7 a.m. tomorrow."

Mr. Karan reminded Martin, and then left first without Martin's reaction.

Aslan also glanced at Martin, and his feet moved, and his figure disappeared into the villa.

Martin felt the gaze of Doriani and Tiya, rubbing his nose awkwardly.

However, when recalling what I saw in the book just now, Martin's spirit was in a daze again, and he recalled those scenes completely uncontrollably...

After being sucked into the door, Martin found himself standing in the center of the hall.

However, unlike Doriani who was tested, Martin was not subject to any restrictions.

Around the hall are seven huge statues.

These were so tall that they made Martin feel very small, like a speck of dust, not worth mentioning.

The statues have different shapes, the upper body is too tall to see the full picture, but Martin still recognizes several of them.

The Lord of Space in a long robe shrouded in the deep blue starry sky.

There is no specific body shape, and a scorching sun above the head, releasing the original light of supreme light, Izero.

There is also a spiritual master wearing a pale bone crown and a pair of white wings behind him.

From the perspective of gender, it should be Modes rather than the pale goddess.

The remaining statues also have their own unique shapes.

Hidden in a shadow, Aceli, the god of fraud, symbolizing conspiracy.

The mirror god Kaland, who is full of countless mirrors.

as well as……

etc!

Martin suddenly froze when he looked at one of the statues.

That's...the moon!

The gray-white translucent silk threads occupy this position. They spread like spider webs, while the moon is crawling in the center of the web, with silk threads connected on all limbs.

However, it breathed smoothly, and the short, round head of the tabby cat was resting on its front paws, as if it was asleep.

Seeing that it was safe and sound, Martin breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking about it, the true identity of the moon is the god of destiny, Nabisch.

However, although he knew that the moon was Nabich, the god of fate before the Third Age, it was usually a tabby cat, and its usual style... was not very related to the gods, so Martin subconsciously worried.

Moreover, this little cat looks a little out of place in these statues.

But no matter what, it's fine.

Martin looked at the last statue, but found that the last position was empty.

There are no statues, no patterns, and nothing, just empty.

He was a little puzzled and his brows frowned slightly.

These seven statues represent the position of seven righteous gods!

However, these statues are gods from the end of the Third Age, which can be seen from the fact that the Spirit Lord was Modes rather than the pale goddess.

In the fifth century, the seven gods nowadays, their fields are craftsmen, time, war, life, death, secret techniques, and soul...

Just as Martin pondered the profound meaning of these statues and the hall.

A slightly luminous translucent figure condensed in the center of the hall.

It was a man wearing a quirky hat on his head, some of which looked like a triangle hat, but with a softer edge.

The man has an ordinary face and a very retro dress, but he is gentle and has a book with two fingers thick in his hand.

Martin stared at the man intently, and he felt the extremely profound and vast power in the man.

That is the power of the field of knowledge!

"Who are you?" Martin asked.

The man also did the same movement as Martin, examining the young man in front of him.

After hearing Martin's question, he looked up slightly, thought for a moment before answering: "The name is meaningless to me, but to facilitate the next communication, you can call me Al Rain."

"Since you can come here, I guess you have some understanding of your mission, right?"

The man's expression was dull, as if he had no desire or request.

Your own mission?
To be continued...