Chapter 85 Tragic Death in a Dream Not long after she finished speaking, she regretted it. ...

Xuan Chi understood what Si Ling meant. During the time he was a ghost, he had read the five thousand years of history of the Porcelain Country.

Si Ling's speculation - although it was not rigorous to make such a speculation based solely on the ancient stories heard from the Fox Ancestor, it was indeed the most easily conceivable possibility.

Otherwise, who else could have such incredible power to make several major races disappear without leaving even a single word?

Si Ling looked at Xuan Chi without saying anything else. She knew that this must be difficult for him to accept.

He had already been somewhat shaken before this. Although out of a kind of loyalty that she could not understand, he was unwilling to say that the Emperor of Heaven was a tyrant, and even unwilling to listen to others say that the Emperor of Heaven was a tyrant, but he had already considered this possibility in his heart, otherwise he would not have persuaded her to reincarnate.

And now, these ancient secrets told by the Fox Ancestor were almost telling him clearly: Don't be optimistic, the "possibilities" you analyzed are all true. The Emperor of Heaven is not only a tyrant, but also far more cruel than you can imagine.

How could he accept this, as he had once stubbornly and repeatedly argued that "the Emperor of Heaven is not a tyrant"?

The monarch he was loyal to not only executed him, but also executed his entire family. Si Ling felt sad for him just thinking about it.

She really wanted to tell him: Stop thinking about becoming the Emperor of Heaven and just stay in the underworld. But thinking of her response when he had urged her to consider reincarnation, she wisely held back.

She considers herself a stubborn person, but he is even more stubborn than her.

Si Ling thought it over, then said, "I don't want to try to persuade you. I just want to say... we'll slowly gain more clues like this, so... I hope you won't be too anxious to return to Heaven. Like Lucifer said before, this matter is truly unusual. It wouldn't be a bad idea for us to slowly investigate the situation before making a decision."

Xuan Chi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Si Ling continued, "You just want a reason anyway. If we can find the exact reason ourselves, I don't think you have to go back to Heaven, right?"

Xuan Chi still didn't say anything, which was a bit impolite. Si Ling raised his eyebrows and was about to say something else when he noticed the distracted and painful look in his eyes.

"...Okay, digest it." She shook her head and sighed, then stood up and left his room.

Xuan Chi didn't realize that he was in a trance. After a long while, he suddenly came to his senses and couldn't explain what he was thinking.

He looked at the sofa next to him and realized that Si Ling had left at some point. He opened his mouth, thinking he had something to say to her, but she was no longer there. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing to say.

That night, Xuan Chi once again stepped into the white that symbolized heaven, but unlike the ethereal space he had seen before, today's white was filled with fighting and screams. He saw pavilions and towers burned, lakes boiling in flames, heavenly soldiers carrying out ruthless slaughter, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

He walked aimlessly through this scene, wanting to save someone... It didn't matter who he saved, his own people, or some three-tailed fox, or some mermaid...

He desperately wanted to save everyone he saw, but in his dream he was out of control. He just walked through the bloody massacre scene woodenly and unknowingly walked into a forest.

The mountains and forests of the Celestial Realm appear distinct from the natural world of the human realm. The plants, trees, and animals here possess immortal spirits, but without close inspection, the distinction isn't apparent. The most striking difference lies in the waters—in the Celestial Realm, whether lakes, rivers, or waterfalls, the clear waters shimmer with wisps of golden light. This is the essence of the sun and moon, gathered from eternity. A single sip could extend a mortal's lifespan for decades, but to the immortals, it's just ordinary water.

Xuan Chi walked in the forest in a daze, and soon he saw a small waterfall. He could vaguely see a stone cave behind the water curtain. His intuition told Xuan Chi that this was the cave used by a certain immortal to practice in seclusion.

He then walked through the water curtain, squinting his eyes and slowly adapting to the dim scene in the cave.

As the scene in the cave gradually became clear before his eyes, Xuan Chi suddenly choked: "Si Ling?!"

He stumbled over, stretched out his hand but froze in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

...He saw Si Ling being pierced through the back by a bronze heavy sword and stabbed to death on the ground. Her eyes were wide open, but the eyes that once brought him comfort and support with gentleness and determination were completely lifeless.

Xuan Chi fell to his knees and stared at her in disbelief. He had a vague feeling that he had missed something and couldn't understand why she died here.

Suddenly, she raised her head abruptly, shuddering, and roared ferociously: "I told you, I told you..."

She only said half of it and lowered her head again, but he knew what she wanted to say: I told you, the Emperor of Heaven is a tyrant!

He was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses and rushed over to hold her shoulders regardless of everything: "Si Ling? Si Ling! Wake up!"

He noticed the sword that pierced her, and for some reason he thought that if he pulled it out he might be able to save her.

He immediately stood up, and the next second, he crashed into darkness.

Xuan Chi's pupils suddenly constricted, and he gasped as he looked around. For a moment, this sudden darkness frightened him more than the pure whiteness of the carnage. His remaining thoughts troubled him even more, and he was obsessed with the fact that he hadn't saved Si Ling yet. Until he slowly realized that this darkness was familiar—the familiar window, the familiar night view outside, and the familiar furniture.

Si Ling, who had not been massacred nor died tragically in the cave, was in the bedroom of his suite in Hohenzollernburg.

…It was just a nightmare.

The sudden relaxation of his heartstrings made Xuan Chi lie back limply, but the scenes in his dream still disturbed him.

It was too real, as if everything had really happened... If he didn't know that Su Huang had no ability to predict the future, he would definitely suspect that this was a precognitive dream.

He lay there catching his breath for a long time, and his gradually calming mind made him notice some details - the tragic death of Si Ling that he dreamed of was actually the scene of him being sealed; the bloody massacre was actually the story Si Ling had just told him; and the so-called "cave" - ​​he originally had no such cognition, nor did he remember what the residences of the gods in heaven looked like. The impression of the cave came from the book he read recently. In many literary and artistic works on both the earth and the human world, the caves imagined were like that.

It's a nightmare...

Hyun Chi repeated to himself over and over again in his mind: It's just a nightmare...

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The next morning, Si Ling found that Xuan Chi was not in good spirits while having breakfast.

The ordering counter and the pick-up window are both right at the entrance, so people usually order and pick up their food before taking their seats. But Hyun Chi walked in with a vacant look in his eyes and sat down. It took him a while to realize he hadn't ordered anything, so he went back to the counter to order.

Si Ling frowned in amusement, thinking that spirit-like ghosts could completely avoid sleep, and simply staying up all night wouldn't cause this. So when Xuan Chi came back with the tray, she asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Hyun Chi hummed, then yawned tiredly.

Si Ling expressed deep sympathy: "Before we get a definitive result, everything is just speculation. Don't let your imagination run wild... Based on my 30,000 years of experience, I advise you to take precautions when things are unresolved, but there's no need to worry in advance. Because this kind of anxiety is like swiping a credit card and eating shit. After disgusting yourself on the spot, you have to continue to disgust yourself, and at the same time, it doesn't solve the problem and has no practical meaning."

Si Ling's expression was solemn and serious.

“…” The several friends from China who were having dinner together were silent, including Hyun Chi himself.

Bai Ma, who had a bagel and chocolate sauce on her plate, had a particularly distorted expression. The more she looked at the chocolate sauce, the more she felt that it suddenly became an appetite suppressant.

After a while, Li Qi coughed and said, "Well... although the words are rough, your words are too rough."

Si Ling held his chin up and looked at Xuan Chi who remained silent: "Did you hear that?"

"..." Xuan Chi's eyebrows twitched, "You are really good at persuading people."

He knew she was interrupting, deliberately ruining the atmosphere to pull him out of his bad mood.

But it's quite effective...

"This is delicious." She gave him a chicken wing wrapped in rice.

Xuan Chi ate a mouthful of chicken wing wrapped in rice absentmindedly. He knew in his heart that she was right, and that what he saw in the dream did not mean the truth at all. But he still couldn't help thinking that he must not let that happen.

He raised his eyes and looked at her inconspicuously.

After thinking it over, he cleared his throat and said, "Si Ling."

"Hmm?" Si Ling was also chewing on the chicken wing rice wrap. His mouth was full of sticky rice filled with the aroma of chicken.

Xuan Chi pondered for a moment and said carefully, "I have an unwelcome request."

"?" Si Ling swallowed the chicken wing with rice and said, "Don't be so hypocritical. If you have something to say, just say it. We are friends so we can discuss anything."

Xuan Chi relaxed a little and looked up at her: "Can you wait for me to return to heaven before becoming an immortal?"

Si Ling was stunned. He put the remaining half chicken wing back on the tray, wiped his hands with a tissue, and leaned back in his chair with his arms folded. "This is indeed an unreasonable request."

Hyun Chi: "Well, then you see..."

"No." Si Ling flatly refused.

"...We agreed that we can discuss anything since we are such a close friend." Xuan Chi complained in a low voice.

"Then our friendship hasn't reached that point yet."

Si Ling is cold and heartless.

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head, his eyes obviously a little hurt.

"Ahem..." Si Ling straightened her face, "I mean..." She paused and made up her mind, "I understand you're worried about me, thank you very much. But you see... it's hard to say when you'll be able to return to Heaven, and I've been waiting for 30,000 years, just one last shudder. I really have no reason to wait. Besides, I just want to go to Heaven to be a small immortal, not to serve the Emperor of Heaven, so even if the Emperor of Heaven is a tyrant, it shouldn't have any direct impact on me, what do you think?"

Xuan Chi was silent for a while, and could only say: "You are right."

"Besides," she looked at him, "if the Emperor of Heaven is truly such a tyrant that he wants to kill even a humble immortal like me, you'd be naive to think that returning to Heaven first would avert tragedy. If that's the case, why put you in the middle and make things difficult?" She shrugged casually, "Let's just let nature take its course. I chose to fulfill my obsession regardless of the consequences, and I can calmly accept any outcome."

Si Ling explained calmly. She felt that since she was so calm, she should be able to soothe his anxiety.

But soon after she said it, she regretted it.