"Moo (Don't get me wrong, we don't want to call you that either)"

Seeing Leon's increasingly strained expression, the old yellow bull hurriedly lifted its two front hooves to gesture, then earnestly mooed with a cow's face full of sincerity:

"Moo moo moo moo (Although after leaving Fredri, we are no longer completely controlled by her will, we are ultimately still a part of her consciousness, so we are inevitably influenced by her)"

"So... you call me a pervert because she thinks I'm a pervert?"

"That's right!" x14

"Moo! (That's right!)"

"..."

Although dreams are abstract by nature, you are too abstract...

Seeing fifteen cross-dressing perverts with faces smeared like wall paint, wearing white dresses, and even pinching their voices to speak, Leon, unable to bear the sight, couldn't help but request:

"Let's talk about whether to save Fredri later, can you change your outfits first?"

"We can't change."

The first muscle man shook his head and said:

"Only the saintess can enter the holy land, otherwise, you'll fall into the mist and never return, and once we change our clothes, we're not the saintess anymore."

The problem is, dressed like this, you don't look like saintesses at all!

Looking at the perverts in front of him with faces of agreement, Leon had to find another way and tentatively proposed:

"Then how about we talk outside?"

"That's not possible either."

The second muscle man followed with a shake of his head and said:

"Fredri has only come in here once; it's the place she's most unfamiliar with in the whole dream, so we're least influenced by her here and can act a bit more freely.

Outside, though, she's too familiar with it and has too strong an impression of it in her mind, so every move we make would be influenced by her subconscious, making it almost impossible for us to do anything we 'wouldn't do'.

So if we leave here, we'll revert to how we are in the original dream and won't be able to converse with you as normally as now."

"..."

Our conversation right now isn't very normal either... Forget it, if we can't go out, we can't go out...

Understanding that these fifteen cross-dressing perverts might be the biggest gain of his trip to Old Soil, Leon took a deep breath, suppressed his discomfort, and said:

"Then let's continue talking here... So what's really going on with Fredri? Can any of you explain it to me?"

"Moo (I'll do it)"

After cautiously sucking in its cow belly to avoid tearing the white dress, the old, no, old white bull stepped forward solemnly, squeezed its voice and mooed:

"Moo moo moo moo moo... (In simple terms, Fredri should be the last saintess of the lineage because after receiving a 'revelation' from the future, she didn't lead us towards hope but rather steered the entire race towards destruction...)"

Destruction?

Leon frowned at the words, asking:

"So the real you..."

"All dead." x14

"Moo (all dead)"

Like one person, they answered Leon's question in unison, then the white-bearded old man sighed and picked up the conversation:

"Two months after Fredri left the holy land, despite having avoided the Four Pillars Gods countless times thanks to the 'revelation', we followed her guidance and left the magnetic plane where we originally lived, migrating towards a new home, only to be attacked by the Four Pillars Gods halfway through.

After almost a full day and night, including Fredri's parents, none of the clan members survived, and only we and those children who had never entered the holy land barely escaped under the protection of the Sacred Bull.

But even though the Sacred Bull is faster than the Four Pillars Gods, carrying the holy land is too much of a burden, and it can't run forever. However, no matter where it goes, the Four Pillars Gods somehow know our location and soon catch up again.

After fleeing through dozens of planes, the Sacred Bull was on the brink of exhaustion, so upon my suggestion, it prepared to rush into Ring Time Mountain with the holy land, risking entering the time stream to try our luck. But when the Sacred Bull arrived at Ring Time Mountain, three of the Four Pillars Gods were already waiting there..."

"Moo..."

As the white-bearded old man spoke, a thunderous mooing sound suddenly resounded from above the canyon.

In Leon's astonished gaze, a massive bull's head, nearly a kilometer in diameter, suddenly broke through the clouds above, and a huge, intimidating bull's eye, like a looming moon crashing down, nestled against the "gap" at the top of the sacred land's cliffs, squinting to peer down below.

"That is..."

"That's the body of the Sacred Bull."

After looking up at the massive bull's eye above, the white-bearded old man explained with sadness:

"At that time, the Sacred Bull charged toward Ring Time Mountain with the entire holy land, intending to crash into the Crimson King, blocking its path and causing it to fall into the time stream as well, to carve out a final path of survival for us and the children.

But in the end, they were stopped by the joint efforts of the Four Pillars Gods, just a step short, and in a fit of rage, the Crimson King killed the Sacred Bull, pinning it right in the middle of Ring Time Mountain; if you go there now, you might still see the Sacred Bull's body nailed to it."

"..."

So the real old yellow bull is as large as a small mountain range, and the smoking old yellow bull in the holy land is just an avatar?

Equally looking up at the bull's eye above, Leon withdrew his gaze and continued to inquire: