Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 895 - 362: Snatching Food
Chapter 895: Chapter 362: Snatching Food
The moonlight shrouded the sea, a silvery white.
Waves on the tide, caught between half-dream and half-awake.
Like mortals, drifting in the ocean of dreams, Poseidon couldn’t tell if this was reality or illusion.
Standing on the fantasized Mount Olympus, he stepped towards the highest throne inside the Golden Palace.
A blurry Zeus watched him with reluctance, yet could only relinquish the power in his hands.
Yes, this was Poseidon’s dream.
If he had to choose one thing he most wanted to realize, it would probably be to sit on the Divine King’s throne.
His heartbeat gradually quickened; at this moment, Poseidon felt his long-held wish was fulfilled.
“…”
“Hey? Can you hear me?”
“That big blue guy…it seems you’re in trouble.”
“Hmm?”
Slightly startled, if this voice had suddenly appeared in reality, Poseidon would definitely be instantly alert, but this was his dream.
Dreams are absurd, lacking logic, even for a god.
Thus, the Sea Emperor, immersed in his self-awareness, showed no excessive reaction; he merely looked towards the source of the voice.
In a corner of the Golden Palace, hanging on the wall in a painting, Poseidon saw a white dragon.
As their eyes met, the Sea Emperor inexplicably started to feel irritable.
A sense of tension quietly rose, and the Sea God in the dream abruptly stood up.
Despite his thoughts still being chaotic, Poseidon instinctively maintained his identity within the dream.
“Ridiculous, even Zeus is not my rival, what trouble could there be in this world that could harm me.”
“Just scaremongering, mere mortal… I think it’s you who has gotten into trouble.”
“This is Olympus, and I am its master.”
“Having seen the Divine King… why not bow?!”
“…”
The voice grew louder, with echoes swirling inside the Golden Palace.
The entire Mount of the Gods seemed to shake along, reflecting the majesty of the Sea Emperor.
However, before Poseidon’s eyes, the white dragon just tilted its head, its crystal-like eyes reflecting some confusion.
She didn’t understand what he was saying, nor was she interested in the Divine King; she simply felt in the dream the presence of a familiar being she only knew from one encounter.
Through the reflections in her pupils, the white dragon faintly saw a youth with gray wings, seemingly giving a meaningful smile to this blue-haired fellow.
“Hmm…”
“Alright, since you asked, I’ll just leave then, but I’ll take your dream.”
“Big fellows like you rarely delve deep into the domain of dreams, my collection just got bigger!”
The young voice sang out, the white dragon shook her head.
In her eyes, there were never any Mount of the Gods or Golden Palace, just a quietly sleeping blue giant.
In the realm of dreams, strength does not necessarily imply size, but size certainly implies strength.
And only the dreams of the strong can become anchors, continually expanding the breadth of the world.
“Goodbye, big guy.”
“…?”
Wings flapping, the white dragon turned and disappeared into the ocean depicted in the painting, leaving Poseidon alone, blankly watching where she vanished.
Suddenly appearing, then just as suddenly disappearing, the Poseidon in the dream didn’t understand what had happened, but the sense of panic in his heart worsened.
Memories in dreams never last more than three seconds, and only special beings can stay lucid in dreams; hence, without much thought, the Sea Emperor quickly dismissed this interlude.
He fruitlessly searched, but could never find the reason for his own panic.
From an unseen angle, gray and white feathers fell like chains, firmly stabilizing this imagined Olympus.
Sleep and dreams always go hand in hand; on this false Mount of the Gods, blossoms of Somnus Flowers opened one after another, turning this place into a sea of flowers.
The sense of alarm in his heart grew stronger, yet Poseidon never managed to awaken.
A god’s instinct is not omnipotent, at least it cannot counter the tangible strength and authority of another deity.
Gradually, the blue giant drifted atop the dazzling sea of bubbles, slowly sinking downward.
The deeper he went, the more magical and eerie the surrounding bubbles became.
In the surreal dreamscape, Poseidon continued to be mesmerized.
…
“It was that dragon…”
Reality, above the ocean tide.
Eyes slightly flickering; just then, like the white dragon, through Poseidon as a medium, Hypnos also felt a familiar power.
[Dream] and [Mind]… The former was his domain, the latter, a power he longed for but couldn’t attain.
So, is this dragon the new overseer of the third layer of the Spirit Realm? Heh, seems quite brainless.
How could such a fool compare to him? Under her charge, the Dream Spirit Realm’s progress would probably stall even more.
A special emotion surged in his chest, and the inherently cold Evil God clutched at his chest.
He didn’t want to see that dragon; if not for the current matters, Hypnos would likely have insisted on meeting her.
“Huff—”
Momentarily restraining his impulses.
Exhaling deeply, Hypnos once again submerged into the vast sea of dreams.
“Heh, white dragon.”
“There will be a chance in the future.”
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“At that time, I’ll let you know who is the most qualified guardian of the dream realm.”
“But for now, I’ll deal with you first… Poseidon.”
Eyes gazing at the dispersing mist, his fluctuating mind again composed.
