Chapter 475 Entering the Dream (1)
Qingpingzi waited in the clouds for three days before handing the wine, which contained the fresh morning and evening glows, to Ji Rong, and instructed her: "Junior sister, the moonlight in this wine is too heavy, and the brewing time is too short. Even if I drink it, I will be drunk for a year and a half, and I will be so drunk that I cannot get out of the dream."
Junior sister, you must not drink too much.
Ji Rong raised his head and laughed confidently: "Haha! Senior brother, there's no need to nag. Now I am a great cultivator, and I have the ancestral tree by my side. Getting drunk won't kill me."
I drink this wine in an attempt to revisit the past and find a way to stabilize the spiritual energy here.
But Ji Rong listened to Qingpingzi's words. She retracted the tree trunk into her body before returning to the Shoudao Palace.
She bypassed Qing Guanzi and went up to the third floor alone to drink the wine that had been bathed in moonlight and rosy glow. As she drank, she said, "Mother Goddess, Mother Goddess, come into my dream and let me see how we should expand our territory and realize our ambitions. You must let me see the way to break through the fifth level."
The wine was too new, and the turbidity had not yet dissipated, so the taste was not very good. Ji Rong simply transformed into a magic bird and swallowed the whole jar of wine in one gulp.
Before long, Ji Rong felt dizzy and heavy-hearted, and her eyelids kept drooping; so, she tilted her head and fell asleep on the ground.
She got drunk and had her dream come true.
In her dream, she was running, and a voice kept calling out from behind, "Great Witch Kuai? Great Witch Kuai!"
As she ran, she suddenly realized that she was not the Great Witch Kua, so she stopped to look at herself. She saw that she had long arms and legs, a huge body, and was strong and powerful.
"I am... the Great Witch Kuai?" Ji Rong tilted her head habitually and thought for a moment, looking at the sun flying further and further away above, when she suddenly remembered that she was currently chasing that thieving bird.
"Outrageous! How dare they take advantage of my distraction to escape!" Ji Rong felt a surge of anger and continued to chase after them.
Seeing that it was about to catch up, the big black bird with its body covered in fire poked its head down from the sun and said, "You reckless fool, why are you chasing me? Your brain is so big, it's not just for decoration. Use it to think. If you run me to death, who will benefit?"
Having said that, the golden crow extinguished its flames and flew into the giant tree.
Then it got dark.
As darkness fell, the moon shone brightly, and the surroundings grew colder and colder. The wind howled and frost fell. Ji Rong felt her body freezing, so she had no choice but to find a stone cave and shrink inside.
Nighttime is a good time for thinking.
Ji Rong clasped her hands together, feeling that she shouldn't be like this, but the more she thought about it, the dizzy she became, making it difficult to even stand up, and her eyelids became increasingly difficult to open.
Unable to escape the scene, she simply fell asleep.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but in her hazy state of consciousness, she vaguely remembered that she had come to look for something.
With that thought in mind, Ji Rong opened her eyes, crawled out from the crack in the rock, looked at the towering tree where the golden crow perched, and climbed upwards.
There are many unfriendly creatures in the trees; although they are beautiful, they are all arrogant.
"Get down!"
"You are a native of the land, how dare you climb our sacred tree? Get out of here!"
"Earthlings?" Ji Rong was filled with doubt, so she said, "Now all races are one family, and the nine provinces all worship one ruler. When did an earthling emerge? Get lost! Don't disturb my climbing, or I'll eat you all." After saying that, she continued to climb.
As soon as Ji Rong said this, she finally realized that she was not the Great Witch Kuai. She thought to herself, "So I'm just here temporarily to look for something."
"who I am?"
What are you looking for here?
As the familiar question resurfaced in my mind, the surrounding dreamscape darkened as if it had been severely damaged.
The birds were gone, the trees were gone, and everything returned to darkness; Ji Rong's thoughts wandered in her dreams, reconnecting with her five senses.
The thought then crossed my mind: "Did I fail to enter the dream?"
"Not only did we fail, but we also brought back painful memories. What a huge loss," Ji Rong sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat disappointed.
With heavy, droopy eyelids, a dazed mind, deep breaths, and immobile claws, Ji Rong could only function in her brain.
But no matter how she imagined it, all around her remained dark, and she was unable to move.
There is no dream within this dream; darkness accompanies us forever.
Loneliness breeds illusions, and memories flood the mind;
In the stillness of the night, amidst the stagnant air, many images flashed through Ji Rong's mind. Although she couldn't see anything, memories and old friends gradually emerged from the darkness and entered her eyes.
The clever Ji Er happily spread his wings and cried out, "From now on, my son will be called Ji Rong!"
It has the fox's long, bright eyes, a warm bird's nest, the smooth, warm touch of its essence, and delicious, spiritual insects...
...Thoughts flowed like water, ceaselessly turning back time.
An over-the-top project, many indistinct "people," a bustling avenue, a gray sky... and Li Xiaorong, a "cow" and "horse" without horns or claws.
Ji Rong "watched" her sitting cross-legged on a strange chair, with an exquisite "magical artifact" reflecting light in front of her. Her eyes were bulging, her fingers were flying, and her breathing was rapid. Then, her face turned red, and she slumped softly in front of the table.
Darkness once again crept into my heart, merging my body and mind into nothingness once more.
"...I want to go home. If I'd known, I wouldn't have written that rubbish..."
"Go home?" Ji Rong pondered these two words in her heart, and a bitter feeling that seemed to have been buried for tens of thousands of years suddenly rose in her heart. However, she could no longer remember that home, and she could never go back.
"Hahaha, if you've read so much history, how come you died at only twenty-three?" Huang Pinjie's voice was still clear and crisp. She seemed to be sitting next to Ji Rong and sighed, "It's possible to be born with knowledge. Good child, just treat it as a dream."
"How absurd!" Ji Rong thought bitterly to herself. "I, Li Xiaorong, studied diligently for sixteen years, only to die just as I emerged from seclusion."
When regret arises in the heart, a rift appears; when the mind becomes dull and empty, a void is created.
Each shimmering golden root precisely captures these deliberately buried fragments of memory, illuminating the veins of each emerald-gold leaf.
Ji Rong saw that Jiao Pingbo, covered in blood, was looking at her with a look of satisfaction, just like Grandpa Wu.
Ji Rong saw that he had shouted to the sky, "I am Ji Rong," and thus successfully advanced in rank.
Ji Rong saw ordinary birds flying in from all directions, protecting her as she flew into the sky and soared into the heavens.
Towering skyscrapers, endless streams of vehicles, airplanes soaring into the third heaven, rockets hurtling into the sky—a chaotic array of images entered Ji Rong's thoughts into the veins of the ancestral tree's leaves. They rapidly extended and traced back, and then many new leaves with sparse veins sprouted, leaving blank spaces behind.
In the darkness, Ji Rong forced herself to open her eyes. Her unwavering resolve had nowhere to hide in this boundless darkness. Behind the grand vows she had made in the past were countless untold stories.
Tears welled up, and Ji Rong quickly looked up, grinning and laughing wildly at the boundless darkness.
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