The door of the giant white tower opened again. After everyone sat down, they found that Mengya's attitude towards everyone had changed greatly from before.

Mengya's attitude before could be understood as a kind of cultivation and politeness, and there was always a gap between Jiang Xia and the others. Now, when he learned about Ares and Xiao Zora, his attitude changed from politeness to intimacy.

Mengya's superpowers once again shocked everyone. He could actually create food out of thin air.

"I want to eat dried sweet potatoes, which is a specialty of my hometown Jiaodong." Liao Tenglong said while gesturing: "It is the sweet potatoes that are cooked and cut into strips, dry in the sun to a point that is half-dry and not soft. It is very sweet and elastic. The moisture cannot be overevaporated, otherwise it will not be delicious. Fifty percent humidity is just right. Can you make it out?"

"I'll try it." Mengya had never seen dried sweet potatoes, but according to Liao Tenglong's description, he could imagine that for those who have superpowers in dreams, there was basically no problem with anything he could imagine, so he could survive on the edge of this universe for so long, and rely on his extraordinary superpowers without any supplies.

It was not long, and a plate of translucent, orange-red, and very attractive dried sweet potatoes appeared in front of Liao Tenglong. He picked up one and bit it hard. His face was stunned at first, and then he became excited.

"It's this kind of taste, the taste of my hometown!" Liao Tenglong opened his eyes wide and gave Mengya a thumbs up, "Your dream has super powers, it's so amazing!"

Nie Bing curled his lips, "You have wasted such powerful superpowers to make rustic things like dried sweet potatoes. Can this thing taste delicious?"

"Tsk!" Liao Tenglong said dissatisfiedly: "What do you know? Dried sweet potatoes are better than any snacks when they are dried. If you don't believe me, try it."

Of course Nie Bing didn't believe it. He took one and put it in his mouth, muttering that it was still a bit full of flavor. Liao Tenglong sweared in anger that he would not give it to Nie Bing if there was anything delicious. His attitude was like a child's temper.

The success of the dried sweet potatoes made the scene boil.

Who doesn’t like to eat the specialties of their hometown? It has been nearly ten years since I left the Milky Way. Even if I took some specialties of my hometown when I left, I had almost consumed them at this moment. Everyone asked Mengya to create the food they like. Mengya has a good temper and satisfied everyone one by one.

The wine and food in my hometown are like a dream, as if I have returned to the earth, my hometown with milk and honey flowing.

......

During the most lively time of the banquet, Jiang Xia quietly left the White Tower, came to the steps outside to sit down, and lit a cigarette cartridge.

A few minutes later, Mengya came to Jiang Xia and sat down side by side with him. Jiang Xia nodded at Mengya, and then continued to look at the night sky with nothing in the distance.

"Why are you coming out?" Mengya asked curiously.

Jiang Xia smiled bitterly, "Hey, although the food is good, I still can't be happy, because I know that these are just dreams."

Mengya was stunned, then nodded slightly, "You said right, it's all a dream. This is all I can do, as a person who turns dreams into reality."

The two talked for a long time, from Ares to the current situation in the universe.

Suddenly, Mengya asked, "I don't know what I can help with?"

Jiang Xia looked at him, then shook her head gently, "You have done well, and let everyone eat the food from their hometown that they have not lost for a long time."

"I'm not referring to this." Mengya said seriously: "I mean war. Can I contribute some power to this war?"

Jiang Xia found it funny, "Why did you say this suddenly? Living in seclusion on the edge of the universe means that you have given up resistance."

Mengya's face turned pale and said, "Yes, I have indeed given up before I met you. My relatives, friends, and compatriots are all dead, which makes me feel disheartened."

"But now, when I learned about Ares, a strong desire arose in my heart. Anyway, I am the last person left in the gods. What is the difference between living and death for me?"

"I want to fight like you, even Zora has walked onto the battlefield more than once, so how can I stand by and watch?"

Jiang Xia shook his head, "There is no good idea at present. Those thirteen guys who split from the gods have not only reached the level of immortality, but also mastered the power above the universe. We can meet because we are running for life."

Mengya rubbed his palms with his hands, feeling anxious and uneasy. After all, the thirteen immortal guys were all his former compatriots. The gods could not escape the catastrophe of the universe.

Suddenly, Mengya's eyes lit up and said, "Do you know what kind of ship my ship is?"

Jiang Xia shrugged, "I don't know, it's quite weird anyway, and there is no weapon system."

Mengya said: "This ship is the Library of Gods."

"The reason I survived is because I am the administrator of the library. The clan hopes that my culture can be inherited and spread, so I ordered me to leave with all the collections."

"If I can win in the final battle, it will be great. If I lose, I will be responsible for guarding the most precious wealth of the patron saints. When I make a comeback, the clan will need these precious historical materials and classics."

Jiang Xia's eyes lit up and she said in a deep voice: "But the result is that the gods were not only defeated, but all the tribesmen except you were slaughtered!?"

Mengya seemed very disappointed, but he nodded with emphasis, "Yes, the ending is too terrible. If you make a comeback, you will need this library, but we were directly destroyed. Therefore, the library I guarded will never be able to be used."

"Or what if I take you to the library to take a look?"

"Okay!" Jiang Xia stood up excitedly.

Entering the Library of Gods and reading all the materials and classics left by the Gods is irresistible.

......

Walking into the inside of the ship, Jiang Xia finally understood why the spacecraft looked like a scallop, did not conform to aerodynamics, and did not have any combat devices. The reason was that it had a special purpose and was the largest library of the gods, no one.

Rows of bookshelf that reach the sky, the spacecraft has a diameter of more than 1,000 kilometers and a height of more than 120 kilometers. There are all books inside. Countless books are vaster than the ocean. When Jiang Xia comes here, he is like walking into a paradise of books.

"How many books are there?" Jiang Xia asked in shock.

Mengya shook her head, "I don't know, there are too many, I can't count them. In addition to the regular collection of books, there is also a special room that only the patriarch can enter."

"Special room? Only the patriarch can enter?" Jiang Xia asked with a little desire: "Can I go there and see?"

Mengya thought about it, then relaxed her whole body, "Of course, but those books are probably not what you imagined."

......

Even if the special library that the patriarch could enter was a special library, the number of books was shocked by Jiang Xia.

This room is on the lowest level of the spacecraft and needs to be accessed through thick alloy sealed doors. It covers an area of ​​about 6,000 square meters. Except for a long sofa in the center, it is all bookshelf. The bookshelf is 32 floors high and the collection of books is at least tens of millions.

Soon, Jiang Xia understood what Mengya meant. The books here did not have words, but golden plates carved with names and patterns.

The gold plate is thirty centimeters long, fifteen centimeters wide, and five centimeters thick. It is heavy in the hand.

Once the golden-blade book is held in your hand, magical pictures will immediately appear in your brain, passing the contents of the book to the readers through images.

With the development of science and technology, the way information is transmitted is changing consistently. In ancient times, there was no text, so the ancients used murals to convey information, and later on hieroglyphs, words, sounds, sound images, and data.

The gods use holographic sensing. Dream-like images can help readers understand and remember more quickly. Of course, if necessary, images can also be transformed into text, realizing free conversion between multiple reading methods.

From the height of the age of old age to the toddlers, they can understand books and will not encounter obstacles because of the inaccurate text. This is a very advanced way of reading.

Jiang Xia quickly checked it on the bookshelf. Mengya also wanted to help, so she asked, "Can you tell me what you are looking for?"

Jiang Xia said: "It's time to come, even if there are any shocking martial arts secrets, it's too late. What we are looking for is an extraordinary and incredible existence that can determine the universe in one fell swoop."

"I can't explain it clearly, just like a person will die tomorrow. No matter how much nutritional supplements or medicines you give him at this time, it will be useless. You need to give him some genius treasures."

"Anyway, the more unrealistic and incredible something is, the more we need it."

Mengya frowned. He understood Jiang Xia's consciousness a little, but he seemed to understand it.

More people came here to help and turned the room that was once only the God King could enter. Mengya didn't care much, and the gods were gone. What's the use of keeping the library spotless?

Jiang Xia sat on the sofa in the center and played the role of the final judge. All the books that everyone found that might be useful were sent to Jiang Xia, and he finally determined whether these books were useful or not.

Jiang Xia threw away many useless gold plates, but also left some seemingly possible, such as a formation that is said to be very powerful. If thirteen splitters can be introduced into it, with the power of the formation, one might be able to fight.

But this involves a new question. How can we get the enemy into a trap?

Although the formation is good, it is not operable enough.

Nie Bing found a martial art that can be used to fight for the death. He used the martial artist's vitality in three seconds and launched a peerless attack. It was even more terrifying than the martial artist's burning life. Even the strongest martial artist could only live for another three seconds once he used this move.

This method can be used for backup, but it is still not the real solution in Jiang Xia's mind.

Bang ~

Putting a golden plate on the ground casually, Jiang Xia whispered loudly: "Remember, what we are looking for is something amazing, the better it is! It is best to be crazy enough to be unprecedented! Otherwise, these ordinary things alone will not save our lives."

Everyone nodded in agreement, but everyone was not sure what was truly amazing. The accumulation of the gods for many epochs was here, and everyone thought it was amazing.

Just a few minutes after Jiang Xia finished saying this, he heard Liao Tenglong's voice. This guy was big and sturdy, and he couldn't do anything about culture. Jiang Xia didn't plan to ask him to help, but the stubborn donkey who always caused trouble refused to agree. Jiang Xia really had no choice but to instruct the meticulous Kunlun to look at him and review the book that Liao Tenglong threw down. After all, Jiang Xia still couldn't trust this rude guy.

"I'll go!"

"Damn!"

"You can do this!"

"This is so fucking interesting!"

Liao Tenglong was reading a book. Due to the different input methods, he was completely immersed in the book at this moment, not realizing that his loud voice had attracted everyone's attention.
Chapter completed!