Mage Manual-Chapter 1287 - 937: Silver Rainbow Bridge

More than two thousand years ago.

In the profound and deep Dream Treasury, a green dot of light suddenly appeared.

The dot rapidly split and propagated until it formed the exquisite body of a young girl.

She was petite, barefoot and bare-shouldered, with emerald eyes and wild, grass-green hair that reached her waist, looking just like a little witch from an ancient forest.

"Finally made it in..." Lord Senluo wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead, "The threshold here is really high, probably only the former Nightmare Angel besides myself could have found this place, right?"

"It seems that raising Dream Heaven is just the first step for the Nightmare Angel, his ambition is indeed not small... However, it would take an ambition so vast as to obscure the mind of a mage to covet Dream Heaven. Dream Heaven has existed since the birth of the Void Realm, but for millions of years, no Divine Lord dared to even consider Dream Heaven. Just thinking about it a little should reveal how hot to handle it is."

Lord Senluo looked at the countless collections in the sky, and with a shift of thought she understood the operating mechanism here.

She reached out her hand to touch a collection bubble, but it actively evaded her and flew away.

She blinked, curiosity shimmering in her eyes, then transformed into a stream of light and rushed over, causing all the collection bubbles to retreat so that she couldn’t touch any of them.

"Stingy." She was both frustrated and amused, "I finally got in here, and you won’t even give me a bit of a reward!"

The Dream Treasury was dark and profound, with millions of collections floating silently.

"You’re wasting so much... Dreams are the spiritual power that accompanies the birth of civilizations, and dream resources will only grow larger over time, yet you hide them all away to perfect these techniques. Not even one percent has been used, with all other resources just left to rot... Resources won’t spontaneously generate!"

"The Dreams faction doesn’t even have a single natural god, you’ve blocked it so thoroughly that even I have to start from scratch to learn about the Dreams faction. It seems only you could possibly extinguish the Dreams faction single-handedly."

Thinking of this, even Lord Senluo was somewhat perplexed: "But why would you do such a thing..."

Mages with a little understanding of the Source Angel and the Distant Realm would consider the actions of the Source Angel to be a natural phenomenon, like the sun, moon, and star clusters embodying nature. But upon deeper understanding, for example among the Divine Lords, they would realize that the Source Angel indeed possesses self-will.

This makes it quite strange. The Source Angel could clearly disregard the three layers of the Void Realm, which would naturally evolve through Dream Heaven, yet it insists on dreaming up a Distant Realm. The sole effect of this is to hinder the development of the Dreams faction, thereby halting the wheel of history for millions of years.

At this moment, a collection bubble floated in front of her. Upon closer inspection, it was the colorful collection "Hands of a Billion Lights".

"The Gods of Four Pillars? Do you think the Dreams faction would let the Gods of Four Pillars run rampant?" Lord Senluo suddenly understood: "Indeed, the Gods of Four Pillars currently still need to physically intervene in reality, but if they have the better medium of dreams, their will could directly reach mortals..."

"Hmmm... that makes sense." She nodded, looking at the myriad collections and said: "I originally wanted to carve out a loophole to make my realm a place where the Dreams faction could thrive. But if it’s like this, then the Dreams faction shall remain sealed for now."

"However, my envisioned realm indeed requires the power of dreams. Moreover, leaving dream resources idle like this is too wasteful, as a mere seed could create gods of the Dreams faction." Lord Senluo’s eyes shifted: "Here’s the deal, as the price for not smashing your treasury, you open the Dream Treasury to my Dream Realm, allowing me to borrow some dream power. Occasionally, I’ll send you a few divine seeds to help consume some dream resources and achieve a win-win, how about it? Isn’t that a good idea?"

The collection bubbles were momentarily still.

What kind of win-win is this? Are you winning twice?

"If you don’t object, I’ll take it as your agreement." Lord Senluo waved her small hand, "Think positive, from now on, you won’t have to dream alone, I will sleep alongside you."

"I must leave now, otherwise that annoying Weaver will find me." Her form gradually dissipated: "Goodbye, Source Angel, until next time..."

"Which should be the day you die."

*

One thousand four hundred years ago, a faint white soul suddenly emerged from the depths of the darkness. After a moment of silence, a whirlwind arose in the Dream Treasury, gathering countless collections into the faint white soul. In an instant, a handsome young man emerged, dressed in a white feather-shaped coat and wearing a white top hat.

The spirit of Ci Qingji was born.

Seven hundred years ago, another red soul floated out from the depths of darkness, reconstructing with the collections, from which a red-haired, cat-eared girl leapt out.

The spirit of Zhishouhuo was born.

Three hundred fifty years ago, a blue soul flew out from the depths of darkness, reconstructing with the collections, from which a long-legged, mature woman with blue hair and a white feather dress emerged.

The spirit of Ruyuan was born.

Three months ago, a silver soul floated into the treasury from the depths of darkness. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

That time, the Dream Treasury unleashed a storm of collections far exceeding the previous three instances, with collections shattering into the purest colors, filling the darkness with radiant flowers of the rainbow, almost as a grand greeting, yet also like a magnificent farewell.

Then, a little girl with five silver tails walked out of the silver light. She held a Silver Lamp in her hand, had long blue hair adorned with a white soft hat, a dark red cape, a platinum priest’s robe, wore long black gloves, and round-framed glasses.