Chapter 1820: Chapter 1800: Dreamland of Feng Ling, the Divine Soul Accompanying Shengge_1 Chapter 1820: Chapter 1800: Dreamland of Feng Ling, the Divine Soul Accompanying Shengge_1 “We are the only ones who know about Little Yun Xiao’s existence, and we must witness history.”
The little sprites, eager to see the drama unfold, started pestering their mother again.
“Fine, fine, Mother agrees, you can go.”
Si Ye, with a headache from being pestered by the little ones, could only reluctantly smile: “However, you can only watch from the dark, you can’t tell Feng Ling the truth, and you must not ntion Yun Xiao.”
“Alright.”
“We know.”
“Mother is the best.”
The little sprites, having their wish fulfilled, waved their tiny arms in exuberant cheers.
Si Ye smiled, and with a slight movent of her thoughts, sent the adorable little creatures out of the Primordial Orb.
*
Ever since Feng Ling had seen Shengge, he would often have nightmares. In his dreams, he would always find himself in the small village where the Great War of Immortals and Demons took place and fell into the Human Realm, wandering like a ghost around the village.
One deep night, he saw the girl called Shengge in the village. She ran out of her ho alone and, braving the drizzling rain, ran into a deep mountain valley. She hid and cried in a deserted cave that no one had ever set foot in.
She seed to be in great pain, hating the tyrant to the bone, crying and cursing the injustice of fate.
Feng Ling, for so inexplicable reason, felt a stabbing pain in his heart, an overwhelming desire to hold her and comfort her tenderly.
However, he was rely a spirit, without a physical body. Even if he went over, the girl could not see him, and there would be no substantial contact.
Forcing himself to endure the surprising illusion, he floated in the void, silently accompanying her, standing by her side from midnight till dawn.
As the sky began to brighten, fearing her adoptive father’s worry, the girl wiped away her tears with her sleeve and braved the rain to run back ho.
He followed instinctively, accompanying her back to the low courtyard of her ho. Only when she entered the house safely did he finally feel relieved.
As daylight broke, his spirit gradually blurred, and his consciousness returned.
He woke up from his dream abruptly, recalling the dreamland he had experienced the night before, and his heart ached with a deep sense of loss.
Since that ti, every night when he had a nightmare, his spirit would linger at the girl’s doorstep.
As expected, again and again, he would find her sneaking out of the courtyard when the night was deep and quiet, only to run to a mountain valley and cry.
He wanted to comfort her, to change the situation, but he was powerless. All he could do was silently accompany her through lonely and helpless nights.
Occasionally, when he woke up from his dream, he would wonder why this girl nad Shengge appeared in his dreams.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he racked his brain, he could not fathom the mystery behind it.
As ti went by, he gradually beca accustod to seeing her in his dreams and becoming her guardian during midnight nightmares.
He thought that the scene in his dreams would continue like this indefinitely.
He believed that he would always silently watch over her, accompany her in the dreamland, till the end of ti.
However, the cruelty of dreams shattered his illusions.
*
One deep night, he saw the girl running from her ho again and heading into the deep mountain valley.
This ti, she didn’t run crying into the cave but, with a resolute expression on her face, she ran towards the cliff.
In his dream, he watched in horror as a seven-colored ray of light fell from the sky in the pitch-black night.
At the sa ti, the girl leaped off the cliff like a gracefully dancing butterfly.
“No!”
He scread in agony in his dream, his spirit rushing to her in a desperate attempt to catch her.
However, she passed right through his intangible body and plumted straight into the valley below.
He watched in horror as she fell, shattering like a fragile porcelain doll on impact. His heart ached like a tightening vice, and he woke from his dream, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
After that night, the girl never appeared in his dreams again, and his spirit never returned to that familiar small village in his midnight reveries.
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