Chapter 223 Tsukiyomi
Chen Yun stood in front of the dream forest he had created with his own hands, excitement and shock surging in his heart.
In this dream forest carefully carved by Chen Yun's spiritual power, every detail reveals unimaginable delicacy and reality.
The sun shines gently from the gaps in the treetops, forming beams of light. Fine dust floats in the air, dancing under the light, like elves standing still in time.
The forest floor is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. When you step on it, the soft touch seems to absorb all the fatigue and worries.
Some kind of more distant authority seemed to be showing in front of him at this moment, a power that seemed to be like the creation of a god.
He realizes that he is not just a spectator but a creator, a god who can weave reality into the dreams of others.
This ability made him feel as if he held the key to another dimension, a kingdom intertwined with the mind and fantasy.
Calling himself the Lord of Dreams is no exaggeration.
His spiritual power far exceeds that of anyone else, and he is the god in this dream, which is also composed of spiritual power.
While he was thinking this, the dreaming prisoner suddenly looked over.
Chen Yun relied on his strong mental power to freely control the dream to hide his body shape.
And the sun-drenched forest appeared in the dream of the wasteland with the blood moon in the sky.
The prisoner was obviously stunned.
But in the dream, he obviously didn't care that much.
The prisoner seemed particularly carefree in the strange logic of the dream, and did not show excessive surprise at the sudden changes in the environment.
The desolation under the blood moon and the sunny forest coexist. Such an unreasonable scene does not seem to be worth getting too entangled in the country of dreams.
The prisoner walked almost casually and stepped into this sudden forest, as naturally as entering an ordinary bar.
Chen Yun smiled slightly in the dark, and his acceptance of the logic of dreams was as expected.
Taking advantage of this, he began to adjust the details of the dream more boldly, such as letting a few exotic flowers and plants bloom quietly along the prisoner's path, emitting a reassuring fragrance, in an attempt to guide the prisoner's subconscious in a more positive direction. explore.
The prisoner in the dream became more and more relaxed in this ever-evolving environment, and even began to roll comfortably on the soft fallen leaves, with a long-lost childlike smile on his face.
This scene made Chen Yun, the "Lord of Dreams" smile.
He became more and more certain that he now had the status of a god in the dream with his powerful spiritual power.
Thinking.
Chen Yun looked at the prisoner who was the experimental subject.
After the dream experiment was almost completed, it was time to experiment with this experimental subject.
As a dreamer, Chen Yun felt quite concerned about his existence.
At first glance.
It seems to be the same spiritual body as Chen Yun, but not to mention the meagerness of this spiritual power, the hazy and fuzzy feeling shrouded in it makes the consciousness of this spiritual body much stupider than in reality.
Consciousness in dreams is obviously weakened.
Thinking about it, Chen Yun used his powerful mental power to be omnipotent in dreams and began experiments on the dreamer's own consciousness.
The next moment, everything around him turned into nothingness.
In this process, Chen Yun broke through the haze in the consciousness of the dreaming prisoner, making him extremely clear-headed in his dream.
The next moment.
The surrounding environment instantly turned into the cell where the prisoners stayed during their lunch break. Chen Yun's strong mental power brought an extremely realistic level of simulation.
This made the rapist stunned.
Apparently he thought he had woken up.
The prisoner looked around, his eyes darting back and forth in the small cell, and finally settled on the unexpectedly open iron window.
The sky outside the window has gradually changed from the lazy afternoon sunshine to the softness of dusk. A ray of setting sun slants on the window lattice, adding a touch of unreal warmth to the cold prison cell.
He looked confused, with confusion and shock mixed in his eyes, as if he was questioning this unnatural silence - why was there no one checking the wards during the long lunch break, not even the usually strict prison guards?
Looking at the open cell door, the prisoner's breathing became rapid and heavy, and only the beating of his own heartbeat was left in his ears. The extreme silence of the surrounding environment was like a vacuum, and even the air seemed to have solidified.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a trace of suspicion and thought flashed in his eyes, as if he was weighing whether this sudden freedom was a trap or an opportunity.
Suddenly, he seemed to have made up his mind.
A burst of almost hysterical shouting broke out from his throat, and the sound echoed in the empty corridor, but did not attract any response. Only the growing echo proved his loneliness.
This loneliness without any response turned his inner doubts into conviction, and an indescribable impulse drove him to take action.
No matter what, let’s run out first!
Finally, he no longer hesitated and resolutely stepped across the threshold of the cell into the unknown.
The surrounding environment was empty and desolate, without the familiar noises and sighs of other prisoners, nor the patrolling footsteps and harsh scoldings of prison guards. Everything seemed unusually quiet, as if the entire prison had been forgotten by time.
Along the way, every door opened silently, as if tempting him deeper into this abandoned maze.
With a hint of nervousness and unconcealable excitement, the prisoner began to run wildly along the route he remembered, his pace getting faster and faster, almost releasing long-suppressed desires while running.
The lights in the corridor stretched the shadow behind him, and each step broke the silence.
His heart is intertwined with the joy of freedom and the fear of the unknown, but more importantly, there is a strong urge to escape from the prison and explore the unknown.
It was as if he was running towards a certain end point under the guidance of some unknown force.
Finally, at the moment of running out of a certain door.
The foot suddenly turned into an abyss.
The prisoner had no time to react before he fell violently.
There was no time to think about why there was a cliff.
The crushing pain all over his body suddenly emerged, making his vision go dark.
The next moment.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar prison cell in front of him.
The sky outside the window has gradually changed from the lazy afternoon sunshine to the softness of dusk. A ray of setting sun slants on the window lattice, adding a touch of unreal...warmth to the cold prison cell?
The rapist got up from the bed.
The empty and quiet environment made him feel uncomfortable when he returned here again.
He doesn't understand the current situation.
Why was he alone everywhere? Why did he suddenly fall off a cliff in prison? Why is he still alive now?
Was that a dream just now?
But why is the pain so real...
The rapist was thinking wildly.
The inexplicable and strange situation at this moment made him want to stop here and not move.
But a spine-chilling feeling of fear suddenly surged into my heart.
He turned his head hard.
What he saw was a terrifying face.
That grimace was not a physical thing, but made up of dense black mist.
The eyes were deep and hollow, as if they could swallow up all light, and a chilling smile appeared on the corner of the mouth, floating quietly at the end of the prisoner's bed.
This unreasonable existence almost caused the prisoner's sanity to collapse and his heart to beat wildly.
The pores all over his body tightened at this moment, and cold sweat poured down like rain.
"You...who are you?!"
The rapist managed to squeeze out these few words, his voice trembling so much that the original timbre could hardly be heard.
Ghostface did not answer, but slowly approached. The surrounding temperature seemed to drop sharply, and there was an indescribable sense of depression in the air.
Sudden.
The grimace turned into a black smoke and merged into the prisoner's body, filled with pain, regret, guilt...
Countless emotions impacted his soul, causing him to curl up on the bed in pain, holding his head in his hands and letting out heart-rending wails.
The next moment. His eyes darkened and then brightened in pain.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar prison cell in front of him.
The sky outside the window has gradually changed from the lazy afternoon sunshine to the softness of dusk, and a ray of setting sun slants on the window lattice...
There was no time to see more.
The rapist who came back here did not hesitate to get up from the bed and run away.
But what awaits him next.
Still death!
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Chen Yun looked at the rapist who was gradually tortured and collapsed, without any psychological fluctuations.
Preliminary speculation is that if the rapist dies, the dream based on it should no longer exist.
But he killed the rapist so many times in his dream, but he didn't let the dream collapse.
Apparently death in dreams is of no use.
But faintly, Chen Yun noticed the fact that the rapist's mental body was slowly weakening as his consciousness gradually collapsed.
Apparently.
Too many deaths can lead to mental breakdown.
There will be some impact.
so.
Be curious.
While Chen Yun repeatedly created various different dreams to torture the rapist, he also made his mind more and more broken in the process.
Finally at a certain moment.
The rapist reached the point of collapse in the fifty-second level of cyclic dream.
His spiritual body became extremely thin, and then disappeared into nothing in an instant.
The dream world begins to collapse.
The countless spiritual powers that built this place disappeared out of thin air.
Chen Yun was also forcibly sent out by a force.
The next moment.
Chen Yun opened his eyes and found that he was back in the parking lot.
The top on the ground is still spinning.
But this does not mean that Chen Yun is still dreaming.
But it means that he didn't stay in the dream for long.
Although he spent a full hour in the dream, it was only one minute in reality. The time ratio was obviously different?
This made Chen Yun couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
This time flow rate setting is consistent with the ability to enter dreams.
It does have a vague meaning to Tsukuyomi.
Tsukuyomi is a genjutsu performed by Uchiha Itachi in the "Naruto" manga using the Mangekyō Sharingan in his left eye. This technique can pull the enemy's spirit into the genjutsu space. In the Tsukuyomi world, all factors, including time, location, quality, etc., are controlled by the caster. The enemy will suffer tremendous physical and mental pain in the illusion world.
In the original manga, Itachi Uchiha used Tsukuyomi to drag Kakashi's spirit into the genjutsu space. Itachi tied Kakashi to a cross and created a large number of phantoms. The phantoms and Itachi would hold ninja swords and pierce Kakashi's body continuously for 72 hours, causing Kakashi to suffer tremendous physical and mental pain.
Chen Yun made the rapist fall into an endless cycle of dreams that constantly changed the method of death.
However, Chen Yun's ability to enter a dream cannot be as long as one moment in the outside world and three days in a dream. There is only a time ratio of one minute to one hour.
In addition, Chen Yun cannot be like Uchiha Itachi, who can force others into an illusion with just one glance.
Chen Yun enters other people's dreams and then uses his powerful mental power to take over.
so.
Chen Yun's ability can only be said to be a beggar's version of Tsukuyomi.
But even so, this ability made Chen Yun feel quite good and he experienced a different feeling.
Faintly, he had some imagination about the infinite Tsukuyomi that could allow everyone to enter the world of illusion.
Is it possible that my ability to enter dreams that can only be used by a single person will become a large-scale group dreaming ability that can be used by multiple people online in the future?
Thinking like this, Chen Yun felt the rapist who was taking a lunch break.
I saw that in reality, he was very peaceful at the moment.
No one bothered him during his lunch break.
But if someone disturbs you, you will find out.
The rapist seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but in fact he had been gone for a while.
The breakdown of his mental power left him dead.
Although the body's functions are still functioning at this moment, it is impossible to wake up again.
Obviously, dying too many times in a dream will consume too much mental power and lead to direct mental death.
Hiss, have I become Cao Mengde?
It's really like "I love killing people in my dreams".
Thinking this, Chen Yun smiled and shook his head.
He had no psychological fluctuations about the rapist's death. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised by his gradual understanding of his ability to enter dreams.
Although the ability can only be activated on sleeping people.
Although the ability can only be activated within the reach of mental power.
Only one person can be selected at a time though.
But this ability is obviously very interesting without a doubt.
Thinking.
Chen Yun took advantage of the spinning top on the ground before it stopped spinning.
Aiming at the other sleeping felon he sensed, he activated his ability.
This time he wanted to find out whether all the experiences of the spiritual body in dreams would have any feedback on reality.
After some experiments.
Chen Yun was basically certain that any influence he received in the dream would basically not affect reality.
Unless the mental body dies too much and the mental power is consumed too much and collapses, nothing will happen.
Only the mental energy consumption caused by the annihilation of the mental body and death will be fed back truthfully.
It's okay to die once or twice.
It will take a long time for the mental power to recover under the care of the physical body.
But the number of deaths is only one.
The recovery speed of ordinary people's mental power cannot keep up at all, and then in reality, they will die directly due to the exhaustion of mental power.
The excitement, pain and other emotions experienced by the mental body in the dream will only remain for a short time after leaving the dream, and then disappear quickly.
Of course, if the hazy consciousness in the dream is awakened by Chen Yun, some related memories experienced in the dream will still be retained.
There is no need to say more about the indirect effects caused by these memories.
Complete these experiments.
Chen Yun nodded with satisfaction.
(End of chapter)