Twisted Dreams-Chapter 109 - 81: Xie Qilin

The crowd exchanged glances, their minds in turmoil.

After experiencing the journey to the ancient tomb, they were no longer surprised by the appearance of the Ghost Bride, a legendary ghostly entity.

More importantly, she spoke some very crucial information!

What does the great battle from a thousand years ago mean?

Is that the secret of the End of Dharma Era?

What is Hell?

Is it a faction?

Or... the real Netherworld?

The Eight-foot Bride suddenly squatted on the ground, clutching her head, trembling all over, and painfully said:

"I, my memory, I..."

What is Hell?

What is the Celestial Realm?

Who am I!

Ah!!!!"

The Eight-foot Bride let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The piercing screech made the air tremble, and everyone covered their ears, showing expressions of pain.

The red Spiritual Power spread throughout the ancient tomb.

In a daze, a scene appeared before everyone’s eyes.

That is... an illusion!

A dilapidated hall appeared before them.

Everywhere were broken stone pillars and scattered statues, like old men telling tales of past glories.

Countless strangely-shaped humanoid monsters lined the hall solemnly.

The Eight-foot Bride was one of them.

Above the broken ceiling of the hall, above the clouds, were countless light shadows.

Those light shadows seemed like divine beings in the sky, watching the hall coldly.

Everyone stared in horror, realizing it was an illusion!

This must be the memory of the Eight-foot Bride!

Han Hai murmured:

"Master, are those Demons?

Just an illusion, yet we can feel the immense power emanating from them!"

Mo Yulin’s expression was serious, shaking his head:

"Not necessarily, it might also be the Dharma Aspect of those with profound Cultivation.

When Cultivation reaches a certain level, such a Lifebound Dharma Aspect can manifest.

In some cases, one can even manifest Heaven and Earth!"

As Mo Yulin spoke, he glanced at Zhang Xiaoyi.

This Sect Leader of Shu Mountain had a patch of red scales between his brows when using the powerful Thunder Technique.

The illusion continued.

In front of the pitch-black throne, a cat played, a crow observed its surroundings, and a Black Dog dozed.

On the throne sat a man in black garments, his eyes burning with black flame, his features obscured.

The man rose, walking step by step towards the hall’s center.

Each step was silent and heavy, each footfall pressing on the crowd’s hearts, and they instinctively stepped back.

The man’s deep, hoarse, magnetic voice emerged:

"The pseudo-gods of the Celestial Realm use divine authority to fool the living.

Hell will use blood to make the pseudo-gods kneel!"

Demons surged out of the hall like a tide, their piercing screams ripping through the air.

Heartless Little Monkey’s heart trembled.

That man’s voice was so familiar!

Upon consuming the Red Heart and awakening a Talent, a voice exactly like that of the man’s had echoed in his mind!

"If justice is not upheld, the Fire of Revenge from Hell is noble."

Master had said that his power stemmed from a Heart Demon of a god.

That’s also why he’s named Li Xinyuan.

Could it be that the man is that god?!

The illusion shifted to a blood-stained land.

It was a battlefield.

Participants in the battle included not only the light shadows and Demons.

There were Daoists in Daoist Robes wielding Thunder, and old monks reciting Buddhist chants bathed in golden light.

There were even European medieval knights riding Giant Dragons, and Yin Yang Masters wielding folding fans commanding Shikigami.

Demons, Magic Beasts, Divine Dragons, and other Extraordinary Creatures divided into two factions, engaging in a fierce war.

Zhang Xiaoyi, Heartless Little Monkey, and Mo Yulin almost simultaneously noticed something, their eyes fixed on a distant part of the battlefield.

It was a colossal peach tree.

Its swaying branches suppressing vast light shadows.

The Bodhi Enlightenment Tree!

Heartless Little Monkey’s eyes dampened as he murmured:

"Master...."

The illusion shifted again, adopting the Eight-foot Bride’s perspective.

Yin Yang Masters from East Sakura Country were practicing Magic, imprisoning the Eight-foot Bride within a coffin.

The Eight-foot Bride struggled to reach out with hands stained with red nails, muttering continuously:

"Husband... Husband... I haven’t married you yet...."

The illusion concluded.

In the ancient tomb, the Eight-foot Bride still clutched her head in agony:

"I am... I am the unwed Nuannuan....

I’m not dead, I’m imprisoned....

"Husband, husband...."

Zhang Xiaoyi wanted to step forward to comfort her, and walked up to the Eight-foot Bride:

"Senior, you...."

The Eight-foot Bride suddenly looked up. Zhang Xiaoyi frowned and stepped back, withdrawing his outstretched hand.

Even through the red veil, he could feel the murderous intent in the Eight-foot Bride’s eyes!

"It was you who sealed me away, it was you!"

The Eight-foot Bride shrieked, ghost qi swirling violently.

The Power of Death materialized and wreaked havoc in the ancient tomb, venting a millennia of resentment!

Mo Yulin exclaimed in surprise:

"She’s lost control! Be careful!"

Just as he spoke, the Eight-foot Bride’s attack came, and Mo Yulin couldn’t dodge in time, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.

Zhang Xiaoyi and the Heartless Little Monkey quickly attacked the Eight-foot Bride.

Lilith also gritted her teeth, playing explosive metal music, forced to join forces with Zhang Xiaoyi and the Heartless Little Monkey.

For a moment, the tomb chamber was a chaotic mix of flames and lightning, and red ghost qi surged.

Their battle with the Eight-foot Bride was evenly matched.

Indeed, as Li Yang said, if everyone entering the fourth level of the tomb worked together, they could defeat the Eight-foot Bride.

The current balance in combat power was because Mo Yulin hadn’t acted yet.

As Zhang Xiaoyi fought, he said:

"Thankfully, this powerful figure from the previous era hasn’t recovered her combat power, so we can still contend with her!

Sect Leader Mo, are you alright?"

Mo Yulin staggered to his feet:

"Truly, as expected of an ancient powerhouse, nearly killed this old Daoist."

He took out a Mother Talisman from his robe:

"Fellow Daoists, don’t panic! This old Daoist is here!"

With that, he took out a handful of Child Talismans.

Mo Yulin’s full attention was on the battlefield, completely unaware of a pair of eyes watching him maliciously from behind.

As Mo Yulin charged into the fray, Wei Ming suddenly cried out:

"Elder Mo! Be careful!"

"What?" Mo Yulin turned his head.

A piece of talisman paper stuck to his forehead, and he saw his beloved disciple Han Hai gazing greedily at the Mother Talisman in his hand.

Mo Yulin asked in disbelief:

"Disciple, you?"

Han Hai shouted angrily:

"Explode!"

The talisman exploded, and Mo Yulin bled from his seven orifices, stumbling and falling to the ground, seemingly lifeless.

Han Hai excitedly grabbed the Mother Talisman from Mo Yulin’s hand:

"The Mother Talisman, I’ve got it, I’ve got it!

You old fool, I was doing well as a white-collar worker, paying for social insurance and a housing fund, earning ten thousand yuan a month.

Damn it, following you to beg for meals, following you into madness.

You damn well wouldn’t tell me how to make the Mother Talisman!

You deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

As Han Hai spoke, he took a package of Spirit Plants and Immortal Herbs from Mo Yulin’s robe and ran towards the tomb exit.

The sudden change not only caught Li Yang off guard but also left Zhang Xiaoyi and the others at a loss.

Zhang Xiaoyi staggered back, panting heavily: 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"My Spiritual Power is running low, Fellow Daoist Heartless, let’s go!"

With that, he grabbed Wei Ming and started running out.

The Heartless Little Monkey cursed in a childish voice:

"I said long ago he wasn’t a good person, such a waste of my fortune!"

With that, he too quickly escaped on an old horse.

Lilith also hurriedly retreated.

Thankfully, Lilith accidentally ended up here, forced to join Zhang Xiaoyi and the others.

Otherwise, Zhang Xiaoyi and the others might not have been able to leave intact.

Lilith was the last to run, with the Eight-foot Bride chasing after her.

Lilith looked anxiously at the approaching Eight-foot Bride, urgently shouting in English:

"Don’t come any closer! I have to report what’s happened here to my father, I can’t die here!"

She glanced sideways and saw the young man in traditional Chinese clothing who had led her into the tomb chamber.

Lilith picked up the young man and threw him towards the Eight-foot Bride.

The Eight-foot Bride’s murderous intent focused on the young man.

Lilith seized the opportunity to escape.

The young man looked up in fear, gulping hard and forcing a weak smile:

"H-hello."

The Eight-foot Bride stopped.

The young man got up and tried to calm the Eight-foot Bride:

"Well, my name is Xie Qilin, and we’re actually in the same boat.

You were sealed for a thousand years, I was kept in a temple reciting scriptures for ten years, I...."

The Eight-foot Bride suddenly shed two lines of blood tears:

"Husband, are you my husband?"

The young man froze for a moment, then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Yes, my dear, I am your husband."

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The young man and the Eight-foot Bride, image from the internet.