Mystical Journey - chapter-1292-survival-2
Chapter 1292: Survival 2
Translator:EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor:EndlessFantasy Translation
Dreams could reflect all stimulation of an organism, both spiritually and
physically. This was a special state amplified by an organism’s Sensing
Therefore, dreams often reflect reality. For example, if one’s stomach
was pressed in an uncomfortable way, one would dream of being kicked at
the stomach. Even dreaming about finding a toilet to pee or something
along the lines was the stimulation of one’s body presented in a dream.
There were big dream stimulations, and naturally, there were the small
Garen soon found what was wrong with this dream.
He held his finger in the air.
“How can there be paper scraps flying at such a high altitude?” A
white piece of scrap gently dropped on his finger.
He smiled softly, and the paper scrap instantly enlarged into an endless
white slate that wrapped him up.
Everything around him turned white straight away, it was a blank white
space. Opposite Garen stood a white swan dressed in a gentleman’s
costume. Standing upright like a human, it was wearing a black high-top
hat and was motionless just like a sculpture. A wind from God-knows-where
was blowing gently, ruffling its white feathers.
Garen frowned slightly.
He had been on this layer once when he was back in Mech World.
“This should be the second level,” he muttered.
Mr. White Swan did not move at all as if it did not notice him.
Garen made his way over and circled the white swan that was still like a
His purpose of entering the dream was to test out whether his Confinement
Essence was usable. Other than that, he wanted to check out the
differences between this world’s dream and the previous worlds’.
But from the looks of it now, this world’s dream was not much different
from the other worlds.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound of wheels could be heard from a distance.
Garen turned around and saw a brown snail that was almost a meter tall
slowly moving toward himself.
The snail’s shell slowly moved to his front and stopped. The sorrowful
face of a man peeped out from the shell’s mouth.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a new buddy.”
Garen raised his eyebrow.
“I’m His Majesty, Indo Demon Lord’s Thirteenth Demon General,”
the man said. “Seems like you have also discovered this world here.”
“What do you mean?” Garen was stunned for a bit as his brows
scrunched up even tighter.
“This is the second level. There are plenty of gaps between time-space
and dimensional conscience. It’s not very quiet here so we need a safer
place,” the snail man whispered.
“Follow me.” Garen turned and looked at the swan gentleman behind
him. He reached out and lifted the hat and suddenly, he shrunk and
entered from the bottom of the hat.
The snail man followed suit and swiftly entered as well. The hat was then
once again held up by the swan gentleman as he proceeded to place it back
on his head. Then, he resumed his original posture.
The third level of dreams.
Viscous liquid-like colored lights were flowing all around them.
Garen and the snail man floated right in the middle.
“Alright, there’s definitely no interference here. This is a
temporary space that I just built. Speak, since I’ve already entered by
accident, I’m sure the other beings have realized this, no?”
He did not expect himself to encounter an existence who was also from
Mother Stream system during the very first time he entered a dream, and
it was still a general too.
He could faintly sense a thick conspiratorial aura.
The snail man squirmed as he settled into another posture and face Garen
“Most respected Demon Lord Master, you’ve guessed it. We have indeed
discovered this world for a long time.”
“Discovered this place for a long time?” Garen frowned.
“Yes…” The snail man’s already sorrowful expression got worse.
“Because of Mother Stream’s depletion, we have been looking for the
cause everywhere. In an accidental situation, a Demon Lord Master came to
this world and unexpectedly survived. When we found this place, the
timing was just chaotic.”
“What do you mean by chaotic?” Garen felt that something was wrong.
Clearly, he had just received the news regarding the Depletion of Mother
“It means that the two Demon Generals that we’ve sent out later on
did arrive safely, but then we found out that the two Demon Generals were
seven hundred years apart!”
“Seven hundred years? You mean, both of them who came in at the same
time actually landed at different times?” Garen understood this time.
“It’s like this. The time we enter this world is not fixed. I don’t
know if it’s our problem or the world’s problem itself. We won’t
know. May I ask you when did you enter this place?” The snail man
looked at Garen with sincerity in his eyes.
“Me?” He was uncertain himself either. If time had changed randomly,
who knew when did he actually reach this place.
“Talk about the situation when you just came,” he had some
reservations towards the snail man.
“Yes, master.” The snail man began to talk about the series of
happenings before he actually came.
The more Garen listened, the more stunned he got. He had already expected
that the flow rate of time he encountered when he entered the Black Hole
may have been abnormal, but he did not expect it to reach this extent of
Mother Stream was about to be completely depleted, all the branches were
reducing rapidly. Many of the Void Creatures and the Warlock Powerhouses
had nowhere to rely on and they could not see their paths ahead. True
Souls finally appeared and together with the Void Demon Masters, they
lifted the Mother Stream’s Oath, eliminate the enemy’s camp, and
worked together to find out the root of Mother Stream’s Depletion.
Garen carefully asked about the situation that he knew of and the current
status, and after comparing both stories, he discovered that two hundred
years have passed since he left.
In other words, in the process of entering this world, he had wasted a
total of two hundred years!
“… Mother Stream is withering more and more, lots of tyrannical
beings are already getting ready to enter this world. But so far, only a
dozen was able to stand firm here,” the snail man whispered. “The
Gods of this world also noticed something was not right and began a wide
“Why? Why such a big move and enter this world?” Garen was still
curious. “Did you guys discover something?”
“The source of Mother Stream is directly connected to this world.”
The snail man forced a smile. “All the True Souls and Void Demon
Masters had carefully observed that our world is positive, which means
this world is negative. If we’re negative, then they’re positive.
We’re two endless dimensions, like two ends of an hourglass. When one
side has more sand, the other side would have lesser sand.”
“You’re saying that the Depletion of Mother Stream is caused by the
absorption of this world over here?” Garen was shocked.
“The specific time is more than ninety thousand years ago. I don’t
know what happened back in that era that started causing Mother Stream to
slowly deplete. Up until we found out about it, most of the hourglass had
leaked to this side already… we suspect that perhaps it’s because
this other world is absorbing.”
Garen suddenly remembered something he had previously come across as he
was reading up the history. Ninety thousand years ago, three Supreme Gods
appeared in this world, and those three Gods were the three top
powerhouses who just suddenly rose without warning.
If they saw it that way…
“The Supreme Void Demon Master once said that this is the Battle of
Survival. There is no compromise and we have no choice,” the snail man
revealed a face of sadness.
“The Battle of Survival…” Garen’s heart sank. This war was not
like before, how he was able to transmigrate to another universe if he
died. This was an actual Battle of Survival that life and death actually
“Only if the number of strong enough powerhouses who die here was
enough and we grab them and convert them into nutrients, then only can we
turn the hourglass around. Mother Stream will be able to rejuvenate…”
“No wonder… no wonder those Gods would die without hesitation even
when they haven’t started fighting, all Alien Souls weren’t
exempted…” Garen recalled the scene some time ago in which he was
The Void Creatures and Warlocks actually united… this was something he
did not expect at all, but this also really proved that the entire Mother
Stream was facing a moment of life and death.
“Then why did you come and look for me?!” From that moment, Garen’s
stare toward the snail man immediately became fierce. In the third layer
of dreams, one could only rely on the nature of one’s soul to
communicate. No holding back, no lies, and no deception. That was because
beings below the Demon Lord Level could only rely on their core
subconscious to communicate, and the subconscious would never deceive.
“It seems like you’ve already established a foothold here, I hope you
can start a massacre as soon as possible. The more True Souls that die in
our hands, the more likely we’re able to save Mother Stream.”
The snail man said in a hushed tone.
“Also, is it alright for me to disclose your location?”
“You’re still able to keep contact with other existences?” Garen
raised his brow.
“Yes… I’ve given up on all my powers and strength, only being able
to survive in a dream. My only role is acting as the messenger to convey
messages,” the snail man explained.
“How many beings were there the last time they entered and of what
mechanism?” After pondering for a while, Garen asked.
“Fifteen Middle Demon Lords, twenty one Lower Demon Lords, seven
thousand and above Demon Generals, a large number of Willpower Void
Creatures and even the lowest leveled ones were in the group as well. The
number’s probably at least tens of millions,” the snail man answered
softly. “But they were scattered around so they landed at different
planes of this world, not really many planes either. Although the
Willpower Void Creatures were strong, being wisdomless was only put in as
a cover to enter. As for the Main Substance Plane, I know there were two
of them who survived, and you are the third one. The others are all in
“So what’s intercepting us?” After hearing such a huge number but
only so much survived, Garen’s heart skipped a beat. There were fifteen
Middle Demon Lords, which meant that there were fifteen beings who were
at his same level.
“Gods… all of the Gods!”
Garen went silent. He remembered the ceremony he had seen earlier and the
few beings who were detected, perhaps they were also forced to land.
Unfortunately, to the Demon Lords, they had a long period of growth ahead
of them after they arrive. Although short, it was still the period where
they were the weakest. Once discovered by any of the Gods, they would
So what about Ann? Garen suddenly thought of Ann. She knew he was an
Alien Soul, so why did she still save him?