Chapter 1156 - The Healing of Dreams
Chapter 1156: The Healing of Dreams
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was a totem beast that the rat people knew as the Blade Wolf.
Although it was not a serious threat to the clan warriors who wore totem armor, to the rat people who ventured into the mountains to pick mandrake fruit, it was equivalent to a messenger from hell.
In the “material” provided by Meng Chao to the Ancient Dream Saintess, the young Tree Root encountered the Blade Wolf in the mountain forest.
He had not expected the Ancient Dream Saintess to extract the “material” and present it before him.
The half of Meng Chao’s that was above the dream clearly saw countless dazzling golden threads spreading out from the Ancient Dream Saintess’ body and wrapping around the Blade Wolf.
Like a marionette, the threads moved the Blade Wolf into all kinds of ferocious and ugly postures and burst out with soul-stirring howls.
The half of Meng Chao’s subconscious in the dream seemed to be frightened. His face was pale, and he was dumbstruck for a long time.
“Tree Root, don’t be afraid. Run! Big Sis will lead this beast away!”
The Ancient Dream Saintess pushed Meng Chao hard and higher up the slope.
Then, she picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground and threw it at the Blade Wolf with all her strength. It hit the middle of the Blade Wolf’s forehead.
Although the attack did not break the wolf’s brain, it was enough to make it explode.
However, that provoked the beast’s anger.
It let out a strange cry, and the sharp scales, as well as bone spikes on its python-like body, stood up like poisoned daggers, producing a rattling sound.
Its entire body seemed to expand in an instant. It was akin to a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, but also reminiscent of a Python swimming toward the Ancient Dream Saintess.
“Run, Tree Root! Run!”
The Ancient Dream Saintess shouted at Meng Chao with all her strength. She ran to the other side of the forest and soon disappeared into the shrubbery and bushes.
Meng Chao felt an invisible force enveloping the half of his subconscious that was deep in the dream.
He was muddle-headed and at the mercy of others. He ran to the top of the mountain without caring about anything else.
Until he saw stars, the world was spinning, and he was out of breath.
Finally, a cliff, which looked like a fang, appeared in front of him.
At the bottom of the cliff was a mysterious abyss surrounded by clouds and mist.
Before he could get out of his state of shock,.
He heard rustling sounds behind him again.
Meng Chao felt his scalp go numb. When he looked back, he saw a blood-soaked Ancient Dream Saintess coming out from the grass.
Her hair and clothes were wet from the sticky scarlet substance.
Even her eyes were filled with crisscrossing blood vessels.
Only her teeth were as white as crystal shells. She looked at Meng Chao and smiled happily.
“Don’t worry, Big Sis has already… already killed that beast.”
The Ancient Dream Saintess panted as she spoke to Meng Chao. “Leaf, Tree branch, Loud Voice, and Little Ear are all fine. Our companions are all fine. Although many people died, there are still many who survived!”
That was naturally impossible.
A little girl who was not even ten years old would definitely not be able to kill a totem beast with her bare hands.
However, in a dream, a person could easily believe whatever they wanted to believe, no matter how ridiculous or illogical it seemed when they were awake.
Furthermore, Meng Chao could sense that the Ancient Dream Saintess’ voice still contained traces of spirit ripples that simulated brain waves. They were attempting to interfere with his brain and make him believe the dream. ‘All my companions have been saved.’
While Meng Chao, who had woken up, would eventually realize that it was just a dream and that what had happened in the dream was not the truth…
His soul would be comforted for a moment or even longer. It would not hurt as much when he recalled the disaster that led to the annihilation of all the villagers when he was a child.
If Meng Chao were really Tree Root…
The Ancient Dream Saintess could use the same method to give him some “healing” in the dream.
It seemed that the mysterious Saintess was not completely cruel and merciless.
That made Meng Chao slightly relieved.
She was obviously very eager to solve the mystery of the stone wall runes, but she was still very concerned about an ordinary rat warrior’s state of mind.
Such an Ancient Dream Saintess might be more suitable to be a partner of mutual benefit and sustainable development than the ambitious and uncontrollable “Jackal” Kanus, right?
As Meng Chao thought so, wolf howls that were louder and denser came from behind him again.
“Sh*t, more wolves are coming. It must be the smell of blood on my body that led them here!”
The Ancient Dream Saintess’ expression changed, and she looked extremely vexed.
However, more golden threads were released from her back, stimulating Meng Chao’s subconsciousness and making him subconsciously recall more of what happened after he jumped off the cliff.
Meng Chao remained expressionless. In the depths of his subconsciousness, the imaginary memory fragments relating to the bottom of the cliff kept boiling.
“Sister, even if I die, I don’t want to die in the Blade Wolf’s mouth!”
He took the initiative to grab the Ancient Dream Saintess ‘wrist.
With a shout, he leaped into the unfathomable void.
The memory fragments in the depths of his brain kept erupting like a volcano. This time, without the Ancient Dream Saintess’ careful construction, they formed a brand-new dream. It was a scene that Meng Chao had copied from the terrain of the sinkhole in the Hidden Mist Domain. It was a foreign scene that looked like the other side of the Milky Way.
All the flowers, plants, and trees seemed to have been overexposed, giving off an extremely strange color.
The vines that were twining into clusters were like octopus in the form of plants, crawling and jumping around the tree trunks and rock walls.
On the strange-looking plants, the oddly shaped leaves would sometimes open to the limit like a bloody mouth and sometimes roll up into long, thin, spikes that were as hard as iron.
There was also a large amount of glowing moss that was slowly squirming like a brilliant purple and red carpet of bacteria.
The Ancient Dream Saintess was deeply drawn to the incredible scene because the materials that made up this dream were real.
At first glance, they looked like extremely strange plants and fungi, but they could form a harmonious and orderly ecosystem. There were no traces of man-made pieces, and the Ancient Dream Saintess did not find any flaws.
Meng Chao only added something that did not belong to the Hidden Mist Domain in this dream. At first glance, it looked a little out of place.
It was a statue of the Rat God.
The statue was made of rock and was about five arms tall. The carving technique was simple and crude. It did not seem to be the work of a famous artist, and it did not seem to contain any earth-shattering divine power.
In Meng Chao’s design, this statue had been abandoned at the bottom of the cliff for thousands of years. After countless storms, it mottled spots due to erosion, and countless cracks had appeared on its surface. More than half of it was covered by vines and moss, and almost no distinctive features could be seen. Only the dozens of large horns that shot up into the sky above its head quietly told its identity.
It was the second test that Meng Chao had set for the Ancient Dream Saintess.
He wanted to know whether the Ancient Dream Saintess knew the Big-horned Rat God’s background.
If the Ancient Dream Saintess knew that the Big-horned Rat God did not exist at all, or even if it did exist, it was only a warrior in the ancient Picturesque Orchid Lake and not a god with heaven-piercing power…
When she saw the statue of the Horned Rat God actually appear near the stone wall runes in Tree Root’s dream…
She would be surprised and confused because no matter what the stone wall runes were, they should not have anything to do with the non-existent Horned Rat God.
On the contrary, if the Ancient Dream Saintess was just an ignorant puppet, she would not know anything about the conspiracy behind the scenes.
Then, she should be the most loyal believer of the Big-horned Rat God in the dream world, just like the way she was in the real world.
When she saw the statue of the Big-horned Rat God, she would not be surprised and confused at all. Instead, she would be ecstatic and worship devoutly.
The Ancient Dream Saintess had missed the test.
Meng Chao even deliberately took a few steps toward the statue of the Big-horned Rat God buried in moss and vines, pretending to trip over the vines. With an “ouch,” he fell on the hard rock, and a big bump appeared on his skull.
“Sister, come and take a look. What is this?”
Meng Chao covered his head and turned to the Ancient Dream Saintess.
“This is…”
The Ancient Dream Saintess narrowed her eyes and carefully examined the information presented in Meng Chao’s dream.
When she saw the dozens of horns that soared into the sky above the statue’s head, a series of cracks began to form in her mind, which had always been as calm as the frozen sea. A huge surprise gushed out from the cracks.
“This… This is the Rat God’s statue!”
The Ancient Dream Saintess’ brain waves were jumping and spreading like raging flames.