Sweet Dreams and Mortal Hearts

In the dream realm, the Dream Spirit Hila gathered her companions in front of the Ancestral Fish Swamp, demonstrating her newest divine dream technique acquired over a decade ago.

The divine pottery technique.

God had bestowed upon her the divine techniques to create ice and snow, oil, metal, and glass, all of which she had long since mastered.

Ice and snow required water as the spell material, oil needed fish and insects, metal needed ore, and so on.

But pottery only required earth as its spell material.

Hila sang cheerfully as she worked, "The gifts are coming to life!"

Hila touched the mound of earth, and a swirl of dreamlike starlight rose up. In the blink of an eye, the earth on the ground transformed into exquisite white pottery.

Among them were half-man-high statues, small but lifelike figurines, painted pottery plates, and more, each one unique.

"Ah!"

"How beautiful!"

"Wow wow wow! Lady Hila is amazing!"

The little spirits surrounding her eagerly rushed forward, selecting their favorite gifts.

Hila's face broke into a satisfied smile.

She loved bringing joy to others; the happiness of the little spirits made her even happier.

"Lady Hila is so incredible, she can create anything," one little spirit said, gathering around Hila and looking at her with admiration.

"It's so beautiful!" exclaimed a newly born little spirit, holding up its colorful pottery figurine. "When will we be able to make wonderful things like Lady Hila?"

Hila led the little spirits into the sea of flowers. Some little spirits floated up, spinning around Hila above the flower sea.

"When you turn a hundred years old, you too can choose your own dream egg," Hila told the little spirits.

"Then you'll be able to practice divine dream techniques and create things you want."

The little spirits immediately replied, "Those big spirits also have dream eggs, but the things they create are so boring."

Other spirits floating like petals above the flower sea chimed in, "That's right!"

"They're so ugly."

"Nothing like the beautiful things Lady Hila creates."

Most little spirits preferred Hila because, compared to the other big spirits who loved to play tricks and never seemed to grow up, she was more like a mature, reliable older sister.

The little spirits complained to Hila about how the older spirits played pranks on them.

"Last time, Xiao created a metal pendant that turned into a scary bug."

"And, and, they once made a terrifying monster statue to scare us."

"Those big spirits are the worst."

At this moment, several heads popped up from the flower sea.

The big spirits were angry; they didn't accept the little spirits' criticism: "How are our creations not good? They're great!"

They glared, "That's right! You just don't know how to appreciate them."

Some even stuck out their tongues: "Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah."

Despite the vast age difference between the big and little spirits, their personalities were remarkably similar.

Whether big or small, they were all children at heart.

The group of dream spirits started to quarrel again, causing chaos in God's Garden.

The big spirits were second-tier spirits with dream eggs, but their divine techniques weren't directly bestowed by God. Most of their talents couldn't compare to Hila's, and they didn't like studying.

Even after learning for so long, they hadn't mastered these divine dream techniques, and the things they created were scorned by the little spirits.

At this moment, a mischievous little spirit left the group and peered into the temple alone, curious about the rumored monster the big spirits had mentioned.

Looking around inside the temple, it immediately saw the Mother of Life, Shelly.

"Ah!"

"So scary!"

However, it also noticed rays of light dispersing from Yinsai God's statue. The little spirit immediately pouted.

The golden robe fluttered in the wind as it quickly floated down from the temple to God's Garden.

"Lady Hila, God has awakened," the little spirit announced breathlessly.

Hila was stunned. God hadn't been asleep for long; how could He wake up so quickly?

This was unusual compared to God's recent sleep patterns.

But she was glad; she had feared that God might sleep for hundreds of years again, like last time.

If that happened, even with her lifespan far exceeding that of the Trilobite Men, she would rarely get to see God—

In the divine hall, Hila hurried to God's presence.

She saw the newly awakened God. Though happy, she didn't express it through body language like the other dream spirits, only through her eyes.

She adjusted her elaborate robe and stood straight before God, bowing.

"God, why have You awakened so early?" Hila asked, puzzled.

Although Yin Shen had been in slumber, his subconscious had been aware of everything happening outside, recording it all.

"Hila, did you open the gates of the dream world?" God inquired.

The Dream Spirit felt a bit embarrassed. The dream world had just taken shape, and this was her first time guarding its gates.

But she wouldn't lie to God. Hila answered truthfully.

"God, a Trilobite Man read poet Tito's chapter and called me by my true name," Hila explained.

"I looked at him once in the dream, just one glance."

God looked at her and, after a long silence, said:

"Do you realize that your single glance will bring great disaster to the world of the Trilobite Men?"

The Dream Spirit was stunned. With her understanding and imagination, she couldn't comprehend what this meant.

She couldn't imagine how looking at someone once could bring them disaster. When had she acquired such powerful abilities?

But of course, God's words couldn't be wrong.

Feeling as if she had made a terrible mistake, she stammered:

"I just heard someone call me, so I looked at him once."

"But God, I'm a Dream Spirit. I only have the ability to dream," Hila protested.

"My eyes don't have the divine power to bring disaster!"

God didn't blame Hila, but said:

"Hila, you are kind-hearted."

"You were born from sweet dreams. You don't understand mortal hearts," God explained gently.

God told her: "All evil and greed can be exercised without restraint just by shouting 'in the name of God'."

"A single phrase 'for God's glory' can send millions to their deaths."

"To you, it was merely a moment's glance from the divine realm to the mortal world."

"But to the Trilobite Men, it's power, glory, and authority."

"It's everything they want and pursue."