Anna held the pendant on her chest tightly with her right hand, surging the full power of the grass-roots magic source in her body, spreading it quickly to disperse the deep and thick fog.

Soon, the thick fog mixed with the rich morning water vapor around quickly dissipated, revealing the originally lush dense forest landscape. The sunlight descended from a high place like a virus to this seemingly vital energy but hiding a rich breath of death in the Fire Empire-Wind Canyon, which carved a path leading to the mountain for Anna.

Seeing the darkness and fog completely disappeared, the short-lived sunlight filled her sight. She decisively put away all the magic power, but still kept holding the pendant in her hand and walked upwards.

In Anna's eyes, in addition to the magic power light spot like a fireflies, the surrounding world also has a perfect snowball at the top that seems hazy but can be perceived extremely clearly.

This is the exclusive skill that her [Prophet] profession brings to her - "Sensation". This is an upgraded version of the "Sensational Analysis" skill.

Usually, the [Prophet] profession is in the ranks 5-7, and can use the magic source power to wash and exercise the body, and obtain "small skills" and "sensory analysis" to spy on others' magic source power types and levels. However, when promoted to the rank 4: hope, "sensory analysis" will be upgraded to "sensory analysis". In addition to spying on the magic source power, it can also quickly collect and analyze all the surrounding information under a high concentration, and generate judgments on the development of events, the situation of the road ahead, and the "contour" of unknown fields in the brain.

To put it simply, when Anna activates the "premonition" skill, even though it was her first time in this canyon forest, she could roughly know what was there when she walked along this trail to the end.

However, here, she could only climb up step by step with her legs. This place itself is a dream world that is separated from reality. The magic power and extraordinary power intertwined, which is extremely unstable.

Once the magic power surges with the profession of [Prophet], if you are not careful, Anna will leave this dream because of her exclusive skill "construction" and enter any alien dream world she has created.

In this case, as long as the magic power in her body is exhausted, she will be trapped in her own dream forever and cannot wake up.

Perhaps it was because no one else entered, the dream world was still stable, and the surrounding scenes did not change too much. The trees and weeds, streams and bricks were all staying steadily in place, and even a little flash of magic power had not happened.

Soon, Anna arrived at the gate of an altar with a radius of more than 50 meters at the top.

However, now the altar is completely closed, and the 300-meter-long iron fence completely wraps it. The silver-white metal reflects the dazzling brilliance of the sun. The surface of the wall made of vertical half-height bricks is covered with smooth moss, which makes people unable to get close to and have nowhere to settle down.

In front of her was a solid iron door carved with the Khitan Rhys wind dragon, with black sticky asphalt painted on it, as if clean water was poured out at every moment, and the surface was disgustingly viscous.

Anna reached out to touch her and couldn't feel any metal texture at all. Instead, she seemed to be stroking the monster's skin, extremely cold, like a body lifted from an ice cellar. The black dirt stained with her fingertips exuded a smoke, rotten and pungent smell of oil.

It's like this sect does not belong to dead objects, and these black mucus does not belong to biological organisms.

Just as she wiped away the filth from her fingertips through the power of the magic and was about to recite a spell and forcefully break into the altar, the young man's tenderness and high-pitched voice came from the top of her head:

"This place is temporarily abandoned. If you want to communicate with the sojourners here, it doesn't take such a big effort. As far as I know, they have already taken the roaring train and passed the branch of the 'Big Railway' to Novayask. Anna... no, sister 'Thunder Page'."

Looking upwards in the direction of the sound, Anna saw a familiar face, with clean silver-white hair, a white, tender, flawless young face exclusive to the lost, and a pure white cotton robe embroidered with gold edges and iris patterns.

That's right, he is "Fu Bing", the No. 3 "holder" in the long-paralled "Order Society". Since he came to this world full of sin, disaster and pain, he was called "Lost" with a semi-mechanical blue heart and the disaster it brought.

However, his parents may have long since become "intentional" beasts in the hazy primitive impulse, and may have followed the Lord to a peaceful, bright and happy land of heaven. In short, he has never seen his parents, so naturally he does not have any even insulting official names.

Even though he temporarily escaped from the complex situation of the "Order Society" and the Federation, he still used the title given to him by the leader of the "Order Society".

"Please stop calling me the title of "order club", okay, brother Fu Bing. You are not the gang of people in the "Ming Yewei"." Anna ("Leiye") pouted with some anger and corrected further:

"My name is Anna now. My full name is Anna Putorian. My ancestors are the royal branch of Putoria... By the way, this 'Grey Dream' was opened by me. How did you come in? I'm one step ahead of me?"

"That's not simple, Sister Anna." "Fu Bing" sat on a thick tree branch, his legs swaying freely, his hands clasped on the bark. Under the undepressed magic power, the entire branch was covered with a layer of crystal clear ice.

While speaking, he slid down the branches that were approaching smoothly, and fell smoothly on the ground under the splashing leaves. After wiping off the sap stained on his robe, "Fu Bing" continued to answer:

"I also awakened the upper class profession, but... this profession is easy to be despised and insulted. Sister Anna, since you have successfully entered your dream through the Khitan Reese gem, then I can follow you in as long as I contact your hand holding the gem tightly.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "As for why I arrived before you, it is because you only care about looking at the scenery around you, but forget to do the serious business."

"Okay." Anna showed a helpless expression on her face, but then she asked in a curious tone:

"What profession did you awaken? Why haven't you heard of it?"

"It's [the foul language], isn't it helpless?" "Fu Bing" shook his head, pretending to be "adult" and sighed:

"For a long time, people's descriptions of the [Blue Speecher] are evil and cunning people who use vicious language and unbearable mental attacks to force the other party to be angry, crazy and win the battle. This is true of each of the "Professional Introduction Manual" written by the Sunnese, the Cruzed and the Khitan Rises.

"However, I found that the power of the [Whisperer] has something in common with the [Prayer], and perhaps it is not just the effect of mental harm. After all, the [Prayer] is blessed with beautiful language to provide emotional value to the gods.

"[The foul language] is an extremely vicious verbal attack on the weak places of the gods. In addition, it is complicated and messy and boring requests that force the gods to be unbearable and bring down blessings. However, all this has to be waited until my magic power level reaches the order 2: give up."

"Why?" Anna said curiously.

"Only by 'giving' face and being brave enough to 'expose the shortcomings' can we exert the true ability of [生后]. But Sister Anna, don't worry, I will never use any professional skills on you. But... I'm going back." "Fu Bing" walked to the solid iron gate, released the magic power in his body, completely freezing the disgusting mucus on the surface, and tapped it with his hand a few times, continuing:

"You want to come here to seek blessings from the head of the dragon clan, the goddess of light, or the Lord of the Dark Night. As far as I know, the Grey Dream no longer entered the dream after the "Lord of the Dark Night" was forced to leave a hundred years ago.

"No matter how standard or beautiful the central language you recite, no matter how pious you are, even if you recite their names hundreds or millions of times, they cannot hear any real or illusory prayer."

"Why?" Anna asked again, but this time, there was a faint layer of disbelief on her face.

"Because, this world is dying, and the gods are dying, too." "Fu Bing" said, and suddenly turned around and grabbed Anna's arm.

Immediately afterwards, countless white vines made of snow and colorful ice crystals shining with terrifying light spots spread out in his hands. They continued to spread towards their bodies, and finally, under the energy of the Khitan Ris gem in Anna's hand, a color intertwined with crimson and blue.

Within a few seconds, the entire canyon and dense forest began to shake violently, the sky and the ground began to break from the spatial level together, countless dark mists turned into dangerous ripples that continued to spread outward, and meteorites fell from the universe, making the entire space fragmented...

"Ha!" Anna, who woke up from the "Dream of Gray", took a sudden breath. Seeing that she was familiar with magician-style room around her, she used magic to wash away the 14-color oil paint on her body, and sat half-sagging on a high-back chair, gasping heavily.

Until...the sound of matches sliding came from behind her.

Then, the only kerosene lamp in the room was ignited by "Fu Bing", emitting a dim but reassuring light yellow light.

"Since the alien beasts launched the 'First Iron Furnace Incident', the magic power of the whole world has been quickly consumed by steel machinery. Sister Anna, this is the basic content of any book related to magic power." "Fu Bing" walked to Anna and continued to talk about the topic in the gray dream:

"The demonic power that remains in the world now is not enough to support its "real body" to escape from the shackles of the Creator's warm embrace, nor is it enough to enable its "messenger body" to exist in the world for a long time. Even after the "unintentional virus" spreads excessively, the "old power" that is in line with it continues to recover, causing the channels for gods to establish connections with the world to gradually collapse.

"So that the dream of Gray completely lost its function of communicating with the gods and praying, and became a place for communication for the 'evil god' or a very small number of talented upper-class professionals. I know, before that big guy Wolfya died, he told you that Dark had been accepting the 'evil god echoer' and paying the reward through there, right?"

"That's right." Anna nodded slightly heavy.

"Now that they have become partners in reality, there is no need to use the 'Grey Dream' anymore. Besides, there are no gods there now. I think Dark will come to the 'Fate Interpretation' to find you according to Wolfya's instructions. Well, maybe... if you silently recite the name of 'Evil God Echoer' in your heart, He might knock on the door and come in immediately."

"'Echoer'?" Anna said silently.

The next second, a heavy knock on the door came into their ears.

Anna was stunned, then suppressed her surprise and surprise, and asked, "Who is it?"

I saw a lost person wearing a magician cloak pushing the door and responding in a slightly old voice:

"Two sirs, two young people have come and said they want to see you 'Purple-haired Anna'."

Anna re-wears the Khitan Ris gem necklace on her chest and ordered:

"It's a distinguished guest, so please invite them down."
Chapter completed!