Only God-Chapter 599 - 506: The True God!

The priest of the Dream God had wandered in this dreamworld for a month and, no matter how hard he searched, he could not find the consciousness within the dream.

Nelson had lowered himself as much as he could, begging the foreigner for mercy with utmost humility.

However, he received no response.

His voice fell in this calm dreamworld without even a hint of an echo.

Nelson was completely desperate; he dropped the oil lamp, discarded the wooden staff, and slowly stood up, wandering through this dreamworld like a lost soul.

The road under his feet seemed endlessly long, as if he could never finish it even in death.

"This is basically Hell..."

Nelson murmured in pain.

All these days, the only companion he had was his own soliloquy.

Nelson kept walking in this dreamworld; he could not find the way out and could do nothing but walk incessantly, his mind transitioning from initial collapse to numbness, becoming like a walking corpse.

A month passed, two months passed, three months passed...

Later, Nelson had stopped caring about time; he just felt that he had been walking for a long time, almost a year.

But no matter how long he walked, he never left this vast dreamworld.

His consciousness started to alternate between being lucid and chaotic; he began to rely on instinct, constantly moving forward.

Day after day, year after year.

Once, when Nelson emerged from the chaos of his mind, he suddenly realized that he had been walking for nearly ten years.

"Ten years...ten years, maybe even more, longer..."

Nelson muttered, then suddenly fell to his knees, crying ferociously until he passed out from weeping.

When he woke up, his surroundings were still the same monotonous scene.

If this had been real life, Nelson would have gone mad, but he hadn’t, because this was within a dreamworld.

For the current Nelson, madness had become a form of release.

But sadly, he had no right to be freed from it.

Nelson was forced to keep walking, repeating what he had done each day before.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years...

Unknowingly, Nelson had walked for nearly fifty years.

He had become completely numb, facing the surroundings with neither joy nor despair; his heart was empty, nothing remaining, like a talking, moving statue.

Nelson continued moving forward, unrecognized that the fog ahead was getting thinner.

He no longer paid attention to the strange phenomena around him.

The dreamworld became clearer, and the vague scenes were fading away.

After all the fog had lifted,

Nelson suddenly stopped.

He stiffened, then tremored crazily, his eyes wide and mouth agape, emitting "ah" sounds like the heart-wrenching cries of a wild beast.

Nelson was shivering all over; after so many years, he seemed to have forgotten how to speak. This spokesperson of the Dream God knelt on the ground, constantly pounding the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, and he curled up tightly.

The sight that stirred such an intense reaction in him was merely an ordinary scene.

A hermit in a hemp robe stood before him, smiling at this unexpected visitor.

It took a while for Nelson’s reaction to cease; he shakily stood up, disbelievingly looking at the person before him.

That was Xilan’s consciousness within the dream.

Nelson struggled to move his mouth, and after a long while, he managed to utter a few unclear words,

"How long...how long have I walked?"

The answer he heard terrified him immensely,

"What are you talking about, didn’t you just come in?"

Xilan spoke calmly.

Long-lost fear swept over Nelson, freezing him completely.

Xilan slowly moved forward,

"I know you, you are a priest of the Dream God.

You must know how to navigate in dreams.

But why are you in such disarray? Are you not familiar with your abilities yet?"

Nelson kept stepping back, like a frightened rat.

After so many years, he had completely forgotten the directives of the Dream God Laren. He no longer seemed like a priest of the Dream God, but rather a frightened old man.

"When did you notice me?" Nelson asked.

"I’ve seen you from the beginning.

And I also know what you’re thinking."

As Xilan spoke, he opened his hands:

"Oh, aren’t you supposed to manifest your sanctity before me?

Why not do it now?"

Upon hearing this, Nelson shuddered violently again, tormented by terror.

"No...no... I ended up here by mistake! Let me leave!"

Xilan smiled,

"Since you ended up here by mistake, naturally I will allow you to leave.

However, maybe we should wait for your god Laren."

............

The Dream God Laren sensed something unusual.

Even though Nelson was blessed by the Divine, since he was not a Divine himself, he failed to notice anything strange before he delved deep into the dreamworld.

But Laren, after all, was the deity ruling over the dreamworld.

Within less than a quarter of an hour of Nelson stepping into the dreamworld, Laren had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

Now that another quarter of an hour had passed, an ominous premonition rose in the heart of the God of Dreamworlds.

Even if two quarters of an hour was not unusual for exploring the dreamworld, Laren’s sensitivity towards dreamworlds forced Him to pay attention.

"What is happening inside?"

The Dream God Laren extended His hand, the light of the dreamworld gathered, and He cautiously raised Xilan’s dreamworld, slowly opening a doorway.