Girl dies in her dream life every day

She stood up and turned to walk towards the place where she had seen her sister's shadow before.

"Some changes are better than no changes. Anyway, it won't get worse. Moreover, now that we know part of the situation in the outside world through Xiaomian's phantom, we are optimistic enough."

"Ah."

Nangong Wan'er nodded.

Because of this, she was able to regain hope.

Otherwise, the obsession that she could never let go of would cause Nangong Wan'er to be gradually assimilated by the immortal will over the long years, turning her into a mindless walking corpse.

Just as Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er put the matter aside and were about to return to the place where the phantom in the present world had appeared, a soft murmur like a dream stopped them in their tracks.

"Home..."

"go home..."

"What!" After hearing the voice, Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er subconsciously looked towards the sealed holy soul.

The Holy Spirit was exactly the same as before, still maintaining the hugging posture with a creepy tenderness, as if the sound they heard was just an illusion.

But it can't be an illusion.

With their strength, they will definitely not be led by illusions.

"What did you hear?"

Nangong Ling asked.

"It seems like... going home?"

Nangong Wan'er said in a low voice.

"Hmm...it seems I heard it right."

Nangong Ling took a deep breath, "Is she trying to deceive us by saying 'go home'? But the problem is that this deception is too... plain and simple..."

Or the statement of low emotional intelligence is too low.

It didn't even have any spiritual power, let alone any effect on the soul. It was just pure whispers and mumbling in a dream.

It will not have any effect on ordinary people with strong will, let alone Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er.

Just as they were puzzled, a similar voice sounded again.

"The kids... are back home..."

"You...finally...came back..."

Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er looked at each other with a slightly solemn expression.

Putting aside the fact that the Shadow of Withering spreads the disaster of withering, as a holy soul worshipped by the Nangong clan for generations, it was a great ancestor during its lifetime.

It is not clear how great she was, and there are no relevant records. We only know that she sacrificed herself voluntarily, and even after her death, only a trace of incomplete soul remained, not even one-ten-thousandth of what she had before she died.

If it weren't for the ancestors who tried their best, even this extremely incomplete soul could not be preserved, and the soul would have been truly shattered.

Therefore, Nangong Ling was completely confused by the Withering Shadow's mumbling in his sleep.

"Children, go home?" Nangong Wan'er frowned slightly, "This shouldn't be talking about us... What exactly is the Holy Spirit saying?"

"I'm not sure. The Holy Soul comes from the ancient times... Unfortunately, there is too little information about the ancient times. Even a few ancient clans don't have much." Nangong Ling sighed.

Nangong Ling is different from her sister Nangong Mian. She is not the kind of person who tries to learn something at the last minute. She has studied a lot of ancient materials and can be said to be knowledgeable.

At the same time, the phantom continued to make sounds, but they were all like meaningless syllables, like disassembled remnants of thoughts, and were in chaos.

Even so, Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er were still trying their best to remember these syllables, trying to find the patterns or meanings contained in these syllables.

Sadly, there is no...

If we continue to understand more deeply, we will only feel endless confusion.

Just as Nangong Ling was hesitating whether to continue recording, the voice of the Holy Soul suddenly stopped, as if it was stuck, and there was silence in an instant.

"Ok?"

Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er looked up at the Holy Soul at the same time, and were surprised to find that the originally dim Holy Soul seemed to be a little brighter at this moment.

"This is..."

They immediately became alert.

Is it going to become active again?

Nangong Wan'er has even begun to condense the laws of space, trying to strengthen the sealed space.

As they stared intently, the Holy Soul slowly stretched his body, and even his dull eyes seemed to radiate some spirit.

A look of confusion flashed across Sheng Hun's face, and then his eyes fell on Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er, looking a little puzzled.

"Am I... in the wrong place?"

.......

The time corresponding to the outside world was not long ago.

"Jiao!"

Nangong Mian hurriedly shook Luo Xue's body, trying to wake up the half asleep Luo Xue.

It’s not a good thing to dream in a place like this...Who knows what will come into the world through dreams.

In their current situation, let alone a powerful being at the level of Spiritualization and Feathering, even a Nascent Soul would not be able to withstand it...

After Nangong Mian risked his life to send Luo Xue up to have direct contact with the phantom, Luo Xue instantly fell into a coma, and Nangong Mian was so scared that he quickly carried her back to the raft.

Fortunately, after Nangong Mian checked, he didn't find anything wrong with Luo Xue. Her soul was intact, and there was no sign of immortal will. She looked like she was asleep.

Originally, Nangong Mian thought it would be nice to let Luo Xue sleep for a while, but she suddenly started talking in her sleep.

What about "expulsion", "cage", and "home"...

These are all incomprehensible words. You can understand their meaning when you separate them, but I can’t understand them when they are put together.

This made Nangong Mian panic. Sleeping was fine, but dreaming was too dangerous.

Moreover, Luo Xue's condition was getting worse and worse. She seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into the dream, gradually unable to extricate herself.

The blood-red sea water of the immortal will washed over the raft, almost reaching Nangong Mian's heels, but she could no longer care about that at this moment.

After Nangong Mian's persistent wake-up service, Luo Xue finally opened her eyes slowly.

After a flash of confusion in her eyes, she came to her senses.

But Nangong Mian was still shaking...

"Wake up, wake up..."

"I woke up."

"Stop dreaming, come back soon..."

"...I'm not dreaming."

"Wow...even in your sleep you'll say you're not dreaming..."

Luo Xue really had no temper. If it weren't for the fact that her consciousness had just returned from somewhere and hadn't been able to adapt again, she would have jumped up and given Nangong Mian a heavyweight reminder.

After Luo Xue was speechless for a while, Nangong Mian stopped, looked down, and met Luo Xue's resentful eyes.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Luo Xue looked like she had lost all hope in life, which made Nangong Mian feel a little embarrassed. He kept saying,

"Enough of that...I thought you were talking in your sleep, so I took a look only after you stopped talking."

"...Just think of it as your kindness."

Luo Xue's eyelids twitched slightly, but soon her expression became more serious. "But, I really have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have been stuck in that memory for a long time..."

"What memory?" Nangong Mian looked up at the shadow's position, "The memory of the Holy Soul?"

"Well, everything she's been through."

Luo Xue touched her heart, and it seemed that the burning sensation in her memory still remained.

The Holy Soul eventually died from a burning arrow and fell into the endless void - the deep space mentioned in the post-apocalyptic world.

This arrow was preserved because it was attached to the only trace of thought of the holy soul. The Nangong family had worshipped it for many years, allowing this trace of soul to be nurtured to the point where it could take on a human form.

"A Mian, help me," Luo Xue turned her head and looked at Nangong Mian, and said in a deep voice, "I still need to contact the Holy Spirit, this time I have to be closer, thank you for the trouble."

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Nangong Mian's eyes widened. "You just touched the shadow's finger and you're almost dead. You still want to get closer?"

"She...won't hurt me."

Luo Xue's eyes flickered, and she looked up at the phantom with eyes filled with inexplicable and complex emotions.

"Are you so sure?" Nangong Mian crossed his arms and said suspiciously, "She is your father or your mother, so you are sure she won't harm you?"

"In a sense, it's all." Luo Xue lowered her head slightly, "I didn't expect to see all this at this time..."

“Really?” Nangong Mian was stunned. “Wait, if that’s the case, then you are really the ancestor?”

"I... am not the ancestor, this is just... forget it." Luo Xue gave up explaining. She felt that given Nangong Mian's way of thinking, explanations didn't seem to be of much use.

She calmed down and said,

"Want to hear a story? A story about resistance and betrayal."

"...Why do I feel like after listening to this story, you will become a villain right on the spot?"

"Hehe...there is indeed a big villain, but it's not me." Luo Xue said softly.

"Hey, just tell me quickly. If you can convince me, I will take you upstairs." Nangong Mian rolled her eyes. She didn't think there was anything interesting about these stories.

She had long heard about the chaos in ancient times, and many storytellers loved to talk about this.

The main reason is that all the ancient sects have been destroyed, so no matter how they arrange things, they always cycle through layer upon layer of old routines.

"Don't worry, I'm still sorting it out." Luo Xue pondered for a moment and said, "Before I tell you the story, I have to tell you first that I... am not actually from the Nangong family.

"My real name is Luo Xue, not the one from the southern wilderness. Anyway, just treat it as the same name."

"Ah? You...are not?" Nangong Mian was stunned. Where is the token? What happened to the token?

"I borrowed it." Luo Xue took out the Nangong Order and handed it back to Nangong Mian. "You can take it back. I don't think I will need it anymore."

The reason why Dugu Xue gave this token to herself was because she wanted to break away from the past and no longer live as Princess Snow, so Luo Xue sent the token back to the Nangong family, which could be regarded as returning the token to its original owner.

"Yes, but..."

Nangong Mian took the token, but still didn’t quite understand it.

How is this possible...

"After explaining this, the story becomes much easier to tell." Luo Xue smiled slightly, "Actually, I am not from this world either. Oh, to be more precise, my hometown is the place of exile in this world."

"In the ancient times, because of fighting against unknown enemies, the descendants of those ancient sects were completely sealed in a cage outside the world."

"The deception, concealment, and betrayal that the Holy Soul experienced...revealed the truth of the Cage."

Chapter 190: The Truth about the "Cage"

The four regions of Kyushu, known as the "cage world", are essentially the same as the ancient demon land, or the universe.

Luo Xue has almost verified this conclusion through countless observations.

Unlike the post-apocalyptic world, the Great Thousand World and the Nine Provinces and Four Regions were originally one world under the same sky in ancient times.

There are many clues about each other between the two worlds.

The world known as the ancient demon land in the four regions of Kyushu is indeed worthy of the name of the demon land. Even mortals have a few demon bloodlines, and pure humans almost do not exist.

And within the vast world, the ancient sects from the ancient times can almost compete with the sects with ancient heritage in the four regions of Jiuzhou, such as Juexiao Sect, Changchun Pavilion, Tianji Pavilion and so on.

Luo Xue had already guessed about this, but only after coming into contact with the Holy Soul and obtaining her memories did she learn these secrets from the ancient times.

In fact...the "cage world" should not be called a cage, because the existence of this cage is actually protecting the humans in the four regions of Kyushu.

"The decline of the ancient times originated from a war, a war against the Great Emperor." Luo Xue said softly, "Almost everyone believes that above the Great Sage is the Great Emperor, but there is a world of difference between the two."

It was not until then that Luo Xue realized why Wan Zai Withering's body could become an emperor only in theory, because this itself was assimilating with Withering.

Withering and immortality are one of the final paths to becoming the Great Emperor.