Chapter 395 Dream Begins and Ends 1

Looking at the silver moon's body that I had captured, Ying Lingyun seemed to understand that the situation was already decided, but he still did not give up easily.

He immediately manipulated the metallic silver-white lightning flashing within the resurrection array, transforming it into two massive clusters of electric arcs, like giant waves, that attacked me and Mingzhuo.

Unexpectedly, this metallic silver-white lightning could actually be used for combat. I immediately manipulated my flames to counter it. Strangely, this lightning seemed to be filled with a strong, sharp, and lethal attribute. Even though it was being manipulated by Ying Lingyun, an ordinary person, and the density of the lightning was negligible, this sharp and lethal attribute alone was enough to tear apart my flames.

Upon closer inspection, one will find that these flashes of light do not seem to be real electricity, but rather countless tiny, fine forces, like sword energy, as if they want to tear and shred all the matter caught in them.

However, this bolt of lightning only tore apart a small portion of the flame. Ying Lingyun ultimately failed to make full use of this powerful and unique force, and was easily pushed back by my flames.

If they are so incapable of dealing with me, they are even more powerless against Mingzhuo.

Ming Zhuo casually fired out a wisp of blackish-red smoke, and any lightning that entered it was corroded and disappeared like a wad of paper in an extremely acidic liquid.

Orange-red flames and blackish-red smoke rushed towards Ying Lingyun at the same time, forcing Ying Lingyun to concentrate all his restart power around his body.

The Rebooting Power, which had previously posed a significant challenge to me, now only needed to protect itself, making it an astonishingly impenetrable fortress. However, facing attacks from both the Fate Turbidity and myself simultaneously, the Rebooting Power still struggled to cope and quickly became shaky.

The power of the turbid life force seems to have a property similar to accelerating the passage of time, causing life forms that come into contact with it to age and matter to decay.

He didn't display this attribute when we fought last time. I suspect it's because my defense was too weak; his magic power was enough to easily shatter my body and soul, leaving no room for this special attribute to manifest.

At this moment, this special attribute clashed with the restarting power, which possessed the attribute of "time reversal." When two opposing attributes clashed, the comparison was no longer about whose attribute was more cunning, but rather the relative strength of each other. Clearly, Ying Lingyun was at a disadvantage in this regard, seemingly still struggling to hold on, while wrinkles and brown spots began to appear on his skin out of nowhere.

My flames, while seemingly enveloping him, were actually taking advantage of the clash between the two forces to subtly transfer my heat into Ying Lingyun's body. Just as I suspected, his restart power defense wasn't comprehensive. If he didn't possess the perception of fate and causality, he wouldn't be able to establish a defense at that level.

His automatic defense mechanism for restarting power can indeed take care of this aspect, which is why I was unable to stop his resurrection ritual process using this method before. However, this reliable mechanism now seems to be using most of its power to resist the power of the Life Turbidity, which has created a loophole on my side, giving me an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

The heat transformed into flames that exploded from inside Ying Lingyun's body. Ying Lingyun's expression changed drastically, and his body was torn to pieces in the flames, turning into countless fragments of flesh and blood, with his head about to fly off.

Almost simultaneously, his power of regeneration surged beyond its limits, and his head emitted an incredibly deafening roar: "Aaaaaahh ...

Countless fragments of flesh and blood and the blazing flames seemed to be encased in amber. Ying Lingyun was frozen in space, barely retaining a human-like outline, and slowly returned to his original form.

"What an incredibly strong will to survive..."

Upon witnessing this scene, Mingzhuo surprisingly let out a rare exclamation of admiration, as if he were experiencing the same thing firsthand.

Will to survive... No, this doesn't seem to be the will to survive, but rather an insane obsession with a goal.

Ying Lingyun's eyes remained fixed on the Silver Moon body in my hand, never wavering for even a moment, not even glancing at his own shattered remains. Completely different from the creator of the monster and the Silver Masked Doctor, this might be the real Ying Lingyun—a madman consumed by obsession.

I don't dislike people who are obsessed; in fact, I think those who place all their hopes on a single obsession possess a unique charm, even if it's a fleeting, unfulfilled dream. Although what Ying Lingyun pursues is something I can hardly empathize with, I won't ridicule him for it. Perhaps I'm just as bad myself.

No matter how crazy he was, Ying Lingyun's defeat was already inevitable.

At the same time, his high regard for the Silver Moon's body confirmed my earlier judgment. Because the resurrection ritual was interrupted, the Silver Moon material wasn't completely consumed and might still be usable in the next ritual. In other words, Chang'an could still be saved.

I diverted some attention to observe Silver Moon's body. This body was now shifting back and forth between the forms of Silver Moon and Chang'an, reminiscent of a flickering flame, and the spiritual aura it exuded was even more chaotic. Sometimes it was Silver Moon's, sometimes Chang'an's… even the Silver Moon portion could be subdivided into the real Silver Moon from before, and the more familiar manifested Silver Moon.

Yes, there are slight differences in the spiritual temperament between the true Silver Moon and the manifested Silver Moon. Ultimately, this may be because, despite sharing the same memories, their personalities have subtle differences.

Within this, the true spirit of Silver Moon is rapidly weakening and could vanish completely at any moment. The true Silver Moon was about to be fully resurrected, but now she is about to fall into the abyss of death once more; it's unknown how she will feel. According to her own words, she doesn't seem to care whether her true self lives or dies.

Suddenly, I realized that this was a perfect opportunity.

What Ying Lingyun needs to sacrifice is the embodiment of the Silver Moon. To be precise, it's the part of the embodiment of the Silver Moon that leans towards the Silver Moon, not the part that leans towards Chang'an. Therefore, Ying Lingyun must first remove the seal on Chang'an's demonic bloodline, causing its self-awareness to shift to the Silver Moon mode, before he can use it as a living sacrifice to exchange for the real Silver Moon.

The incarnation of Silver Moon has clearly suffered severe depletion during the resurrection ritual. However, upon closer examination, it is likely that only Silver Moon's "self-awareness as Silver Moon" has been severely depleted, while "self-awareness as Chang'an" does not need to be invoked during the resurrection ritual, meaning it may not have suffered any depletion at all.

I could sense that the aura of the manifested Silver Moon was now much weaker than when it had been severely injured by me last time. On the surface, her soul was still relatively intact, and could even withstand some further external attacks; however, the aura belonging to Silver Moon had become like a candle flickering in the wind, as if some more fundamental aspect had undergone an extremely profound upheaval. Even my flames could not severely damage the Silver Moon portion of the manifested Silver Moon to this extent.

If a little longer, Silvermoon might be able to barely recover to a stable state on her own, so we can't delay any longer.

The best time to save Chang'an is now!

The flames scattered throughout the enormous room all converged on my body. Combined with the flames I released myself, the density of my fire elemental body increased dramatically, and the speed of my consciousness also increased dramatically. Ming Zhuo and Ying Lingyun, as well as the conflicting forces... the surrounding scenery slowed down to an extreme degree, as if time had stopped.

Because I used all my power to accelerate my consciousness, I couldn't move freely in this space. I could only barely spare a wisp of flame to summon a palm-sized round mirror, which was a fake moon reflected in the water.

I held it in my hand with great difficulty and then aimed it at Silver Moon's body.

“A pillar of the nation, crumbled in an instant…”

Although with my current abilities, I can manipulate the illusion of the moon in the water at will even without reciting the incantation, since the words of the Great Impermanence can become power, perhaps reciting the incantation in its entirety can also enhance the power of the illusion of the moon in the water.

I recited the activation incantation for the fake moon reflected in the water, word by word: "...the moon reflected in the water, without intention to come or go."

Spiritual magic surged forth from the fake moon in the water, helping my consciousness enter the spirit of the silver moon.

Suddenly, the view was plunged into darkness, then the darkness receded and the scenery reappeared.

The scene shifted from the massive, blazing metal room to a rather familiar living room. This was the living room of the fifteenth-floor apartment where Chang'an used to rent.

Because my body was secretly stolen by the Water Master Xuanwu when I infiltrated Silver Moon's spiritual world last time, I learned from that lesson this time. After entering the spiritual world, I first sensed the outside world. Although the outside world was still filled with forces that cut off my senses, I could still barely perceive extremely blurry changes in the outside world through the flames left outside. At this moment, the outside world was still in a state of super-accelerated consciousness, as if time had stopped.

Within this spiritual world of the Silver Moon, the flow of time seemed normal. I snapped my fingers, and the sound propagated normally, while the noise of city life could be heard outside the room. Considering this was a spiritual world, those sounds were merely settings, but at least it was certain that the time in this dream was synchronized with my perceived time.

This is very important.

After making a quick confirmation, I turned my head and looked at the living room floor.

The black plush carpet printed with brown English letters had long been rolled up to the side, revealing a complex and mysterious ritual array. The entrance to the fifteenth-floor basement was wide open there, and the deep cave was like the mouth of a monster, quietly waiting for me to enter.

(End of this chapter)