Chapter 64 Dreams and Dilemmas (2) “You’re almost there.”…
Xuan Chi sat on the bed at a loss, the trivial information in his dream made him feel trapped in anxiety.
Before this, he only remembered the moment when the bronze sword fell, and the only thing that accompanied that scene was a strong sense of unwillingness.
So he never thought that he might have betrayed the Emperor of Heaven.
Admittedly, he had heard himself admitting to misunderstandings in his dreams. But he firmly believed that the Emperor of Heaven was neither a tyrant nor a tyrant, so that explanation sounded more like a sophistry to him.
...But why does he firmly believe that the Emperor of Heaven is not a tyrant?
Xuan Chi was a little shaken in his trance. He tried to stop these thoughts, but his beliefs and subconscious escape clashed in his mind, giving him a splitting headache.
He pressed hard on his temples for a long time before the sharp pain slowly, reluctantly, faded. He took a deep breath and raised his head again. Everything was quiet in the dimly lit room. He hesitated for a moment before finally getting out of bed and pushing the door open, leaving the suite.
Spirit-type ghosts do not need to sleep, which means that nearly half of the students in the Ghost Academy do not need to sleep. However, this does not prevent everyone from enjoying sleep. Therefore, the Ghost Academy is as quiet as an ordinary boarding school late at night. The quaint atmosphere of the castle adds a touch of Western spooky feeling to this silence.
Xuan Chi walked down the wooden stairs. On the wall beside the stairs were hung some historical oil paintings, some of which were busts of people. These busts often give people the illusion of being watched. If you have a big imagination, it is easy to suspect that there are some "dirty things" hidden in the paintings, which will float out at any time.
...It would be great if he could really float out. He really wants to have a fight to vent his emotions.
Hyun Chi pondered this as he walked downstairs with a blank expression. He left the wing of the castle where his bedroom was located, walked through the long corridor, and entered the old, familiar elevator.
Originally, due to his presence, Lucifer had obscured the elevator buttons below B1, preventing students from reaching the underground grottoes. However, after his release, this obscuration was no longer necessary, and Lucifer simply opened the grottoes. The ghosts enthusiastically went to "explore" for the first few days, but soon discovered that there was nothing interesting in the grottoes except some vague stone carvings and murals, and quickly lost interest.
As for Xuan Chi himself... he has always been avoiding this place because it is not really a good place for him.
But now, a stronger sense of uneasiness easily defeated this escape. He was eager to find the truth and was unwilling to let go of any clues. Those long painful memories were no longer important.
"Ding Dong--" The elevator stopped at the B2 floor. Xuan Chi opened the door, and the rough sound of the iron gate rubbing against the track echoed in the corridor.
There were torches embedded in the stone walls on both sides of the corridor, but they were not lit. Therefore, except for a small area illuminated by the elevator, there was endless darkness ahead.
Xuan Chi waved his hand and cast a spell to light up the torches, and the surroundings became brighter. He walked through the corridor and casually opened the heavy stone door at the end, and a huge circular cave appeared before his eyes.
Feeling a faint surge of pain, Xuan Chi raised his hand to press his chest, took a deep breath, walked into the cave, and cast the same spell, lighting the torches around the cave.
The entire space lit up instantly like an opera house after a performance, and ancient stone carvings and murals came into view. Xuan Chi lowered his eyes and stared at the murals on the ground for a while, then looked up at the top of the cave.
He leaped up and, with the help of the evil spirit's spiritual power, hung half a foot above the stone wall. He held his breath and looked carefully at the top of the stone - yes, there was nothing.
There are murals on the ground, but nothing on the ceiling. This is a very strange detail. Neither modern humans nor ancient gods would make such a design in "decoration".
Unless the stone roof had never existed here, just like what he saw in his dream, when he looked up he would see a sky covered with dark clouds.
Dreams are real.
But why paint on the ground?
Xuan Chi fell back to the ground, knelt on one knee, and stroked the paintings with his fingers. From a distance, he looked reverent. For a moment, flickering images in his mind overlapped with reality, and a sense of piety inexplicably welled up in his heart.
But those flickering images could not be caught, and the fleeting feeling disappeared with them.
However, he still saw something from the paintings on the ground.
He saw the ancient god who created the world with a stone axe, and the ancient god who created humans out of mud...
Even with his fragmented memories, he knew that these ancient gods existed far earlier than the heavens. In the human world, they were "gods" just like the gods in heaven, but in reality, the gods in heaven also worshipped these more powerful ancient gods just like humans worshipped the gods.
And just as it is difficult for humans to see the gods in heaven, most of the gods in heaven have never seen these ancient gods, including Xuan Chi - he would be distressed that he could not remember what the Emperor of Heaven looked like, but he was not curious about Pangu's appearance at all, because he knew very well that he had never seen Pangu.
But there is a painting of Pangu here.
A guess emerged in Xuan Chi's mind. When he raised his head, another flashing picture overlapped with the situation in front of him, and this time he captured it.
……altar!
It's the altar!
The corner of the dream, the fleeting image in the memory, is an altar. Or to be more precise, this entire cave is a huge sacrificial site, a circular stone platform built for sacrifice!
So this place is filled with paintings of ancient gods.
In the center of the stone platform, the altar for worshipping the ancient gods stood there, and that was where he was stabbed to death.
In other words... when he was stabbed to death by the men sent by the Emperor of Heaven, he was performing a sacrifice to the ancient gods?
Xuan Chi speculated secretly. This speculation was reasonable and well-founded, but it also triggered a new level of anxiety.
He sat down cross-legged in the cave and began to wonder whether this sacrifice was directly related to his death, or whether it was directly related to his "betrayal".
He actually knew that he would not get the answer because his memory was really too little. Those few images and the only bit of "common sense" were not enough to help him piece together the truth of ten thousand years ago.
But he just couldn't give up, so he just sat there and continued to think about random things irrationally.
He didn't know how long he sat there until he felt a little light. He looked sideways and saw a beam of light coming down from the edge of the cave. Only then did he realize that day had come. He also realized that there was such a crack in the cave, and above the crack was the ground and the human world.
...It took him at least 20,000 years to know this.
Xuan Chi stared at the beam of light, laughed at himself, shook his head, and finally got up and left the cave.
As he walked into the elevator, he took out the Tongming Plate, checked the time, and went directly to the floor where the advanced class classroom was.
Class should be in session at this time, but when Xuan Chi walked to the classroom door, Si Ling was the only one in the room. He was stunned for a moment and asked her, "Where are the others?"
Si Ling had been typing on the Tongming Plate with his head down. He looked up at the sound and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him. "Where have you been? You've been missing this early in the morning, and you haven't replied to my messages?"
Xuan Chi was slightly startled, then glanced at the Tongming disk again. Sure enough, there were quite a few unread messages on the screen. In addition to the few messages from Si Ling, Azhu, Bai Ma and the others also asked where he was.
He smiled apologetically: "The barrier of the cave blocked the news..."
Si Ling paused. "You went to the underground cave?" Xuan Chi hummed, walked into the classroom, sat down in the empty chair in front of her, turned around and looked at her across the table, and asked again, "Where did the others go?"
"There's a new mission." Si Ling said, "They went to Professor Mammon to get the props first. I don't know what your situation is, so stay and wait."
"Thank you." Xuan Chi nodded.
Si Ling stared at his expression and asked carefully, "Why did you suddenly go to the grotto? Did you... remember something?"
"...I guess so." Xuan Chi said, then after a pause, shook his head, "Not really."
“?” Si Ling was confused about the situation.
"It's hard to explain." He laughed.
Si Ling crossed his arms and put on a patient look: "I'd like to hear more about it."
Xuan Chi hesitated for a moment. He understood her good intentions, but he didn't know where to begin. He pondered for a moment, then pursed his lips tightly. "If I say I might have betrayed the Emperor of Heaven... what do you think?"
"Huh?" Si Ling was confused by his question. "What do you mean...how do I see it?" She paused. "Why did you betray the Emperor of Heaven? What happened? Tell me the whole story."
Xuan Chi twitched the corner of his mouth: "I'm not sure either."
"Uh..." Si Ling was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses.
——His question “What do you think?” was simply asking for her opinion. He simply wanted to know what she thought about the possibility that he might have betrayed the Emperor of Heaven.
"Then...what can I think?" Si Ling was speechless.
"Do you think..." Hyun Chi lowered his eyes, his voice sounding muffled, "I'm not a good person either?"
"Tsk." Si Ling laughed, "Why? I'm not loyal to the Emperor of Heaven. Why should I think you're not a good person just because you betrayed him?"
She curled her lips in disdain: "From a personal perspective, I think the Emperor of Heaven is not a good person."
"Haha..." Xuan Chi laughed hoarsely, "Thank you, but the Emperor..."
"That's enough." Si Ling's tone suddenly became angry, and Xuan Chi was stunned: "What?"
She rolled her eyes. "I say, stop it. I know what you want to say, and I want to respect your opinion, but... please," she frowned. "You clearly don't remember anything, and you even doubt yourself. I really don't understand why you trust the Emperor of Heaven so much. Let's discuss this rationally. Is there any logic in your belief that he's not a tyrant? Why must he not be? It can't be just because he's the Emperor of Heaven, right? That doesn't make any sense."
Si Ling questioned Sanlian, but Xuan Chi remained silent.
He found that he could not refute her questioning because he really could not remember anything about the Emperor of Heaven, but he just believed in him without a doubt.
She was right, it made no sense, but he couldn't change his mind.
He had no choice but to avoid the topic: "What is the new mission? Do we need to go?"
“…Heh.” Seeing him looking around and talking about something else, Si Ling smiled speechlessly.
She rolled her eyes at him again, then sighed and stood up. "Let's go, let's go to Mammon too. We can talk about the mission while we walk."
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