We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 594: As Though It Were a Dream of Yellow Millet

Xiao Mo tried to stop her, but it was already too late.

Yuan plunged into Tushan Jingci’s body and flew out of the God-Slaying Formation.

At the same time, the Moon God Tree’s vines continued to spread downward, completely enveloping Moon God Peak.

Tens of thousands of Moon God Tree vines surged toward Tushan’s remaining fox-clan cultivators, piercing through their bodies.

Yuan, controlling Tushan Jingci’s body, also charged toward the Tushan fox clan.

Each sweep of “Tushan Jingci’s” snow-white tail caused one Tushan clansman after another to burst into clouds of bloody mist.

Each pass of the sword in “Tushan Jingci’s” hand made blood-red flowers bloom from thin air.

Every dead fox-clan cultivator of Tushan became nourishment for the Moon God Tree.

The two fought fiercely in midair.

Yet Yuan’s soul had been gravely weakened by the God-Slaying Formation, so she did not dare prolong the battle.

More importantly, her only thought now was to slaughter everyone in Tushan and use the entire mountain as a blood sacrifice.

Yuan had originally planned to awaken thirteen gods in all.

But under the current circumstances, she could awaken at most two or three.

Still, Yuan thought that would be enough.

At worst, she could slowly awaken the rest of her kin afterward. It would only cost her a few thousand more years.

And while Yuan controlled Tushan Jingci’s body, she could also force other Tushan fox-clan cultivators to kill themselves or attack Xiao Mo.

“Young Master...”

When Yuan forced Xiao Mo back and he tried to pursue her again, a woman with a sword stood in his way.

Her eyes trembled as she softly called out to him.

“Xiangniang...”

Xiao Mo, covered in blood, quietly spoke her name.

“Young Master, what exactly happened tonight? Why did this happen...”

Tears streamed down Xiangniang’s cheeks.

“Why can’t I... control myself? Why...”

Before she could finish speaking, her gaze turned cold.

Before Xiao Mo could stop her, she seemed to fall under someone’s control. With a dagger in hand, she slit her own throat.

Xiangniang’s pupils gradually lost focus as she collapsed to the ground. Blood continued to pour from her neck.

Xiao Mo stared at Xiangniang lying in the pool of blood. His expression froze, and his grip around his sword tightened.

He raised his head and looked coldly at Yuan floating in the air.

I have to wake Jingci.

Possession meant usurping another person’s body, but it was not something a soul could enter or leave at will.

The first thing one had to do after taking possession of another body was erase the original soul.

Because if the host’s soul awakened, the invading soul would be trapped.

Unless it regained control of the body, it could not escape. It might even be devoured by the host instead.

Time was short. Jingci’s soul was also quite strong. Yuan could not erase it; she had merely forced Jingci into temporary slumber.

Once Jingci awakened, Yuan would be locked inside Jingci’s body.

Then Xiao Mo would have a way to erase her.

Moreover, after entering the Ascension Realm and gaining a new understanding of Great Dream of Yellow Millet, Xiao Mo had thought of a way to save Junmeng—

Jingci and Junmeng had originally been one person.

Gui Ning had used an ancient secret method, with the Moon God Tree’s help, to divide one bloodline into two.

Junmeng’s soul had shattered, but Tushan’s grand formation had sealed off this stretch of heaven and earth. Her soul should not have completely dissipated yet.

If Xiao Mo used the Moon God Tree and Great Dream of Yellow Millet to return Junmeng and Jingci’s Great Daos to one...

Then Junmeng’s soul might truly be restored to life.

Having made up his mind, Xiao Mo flew toward “Tushan Jingci,” repeatedly sending voice transmissions into her mind in an attempt to awaken her consciousness.

There was no response.

Yet after half an incense stick’s time, Xiao Mo discovered that whenever Jingci came at him to kill, her movements faltered for the briefest instant.

As though she were resisting with all her strength.

Xiao Mo seemed to understand.

At the instant their swords met, Xiao Mo withdrew his own sword.

Tushan Jingci’s blade pierced his chest and ran through his heart.

When the sensation of the sword tearing through flesh traveled into Tushan Jingci’s palm, her pupils contracted sharply.

Her hands began to tremble without stop.

Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.

At that moment, Yuan discovered that she could no longer control Tushan Jingci’s body.

Nor could her soul escape from it.

“Xiao Mo...”

Tushan Jingci stared blankly at him, her eyes trembling.

“So you’ve finally woken up.”

Xiao Mo smiled and gently stroked her cheek.

“How could I... How could I...”

The awakened Tushan Jingci looked dazed and lost.

“It’s all right. Everything is over.”

Xiao Mo raised his hand. His finger, stained with his own essence blood, touched the center of Tushan Jingci’s brow.

The severely weakened Yuan felt spear after spear pierce her soul.

“Sister... I refuse to accept this... Xiao Mo... I will return... I will never let you go... Never!”

Yuan threw back her head and screamed.

Then her soul completely dissipated, returning to the void.

Tushan Jingci collapsed unconscious as well.

Xiao Mo caught her and laid her beneath the Moon God Tree.

Standing atop the mountain, he looked into the distance.

All of Tushan had become a charred wasteland.

Not a single person remained alive.

Xiao Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman sleeping on the ground. He reached out and gently brushed the hair away from beside her ear.

“Jingci, this is the last time I’ll lie to you. There will never be another.”

With those words, Xiao Mo closed his eyes.

His left hand rested against her hair as he softly recited the final formula of the Great Dream of Yellow Millet heart method.

The unconscious woman dreamed.

In that dream, the little girl still met a little boy named Xiao Mo.

But in that dream, the gods never appeared.

She was never controlled by the gods, nor did she harm her own clan.

Instead, the boy named Xiao Mo did one thing after another that wronged her.

It was Xiao Mo who massacred the Tushan clan.

And in the end, Jingci killed Xiao Mo to stop him.

Her true memories would slowly become a dream and drift away.

Little by little, the girl would forget.

The dream Xiao Mo had woven would replace the truth in her heart.

Xiao Mo did not know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

But he knew that once she awakened, her hatred for him would carry her into the Ascension Realm.

She would walk the Great Dao and no longer face that tribulation of the Heavenly Way.

After finishing everything, Xiao Mo withdrew his hand and looked up at the Moon God Tree.

With his life source on the verge of extinction, Xiao Mo walked toward the Moon God Tree and finally sat cross-legged beneath it.

“Was it a man dreaming he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming it was a man?”

Xiao Mo slowly closed his eyes.

He could weave a dream for Tushan Jingci.

He could also weave a dream for Tushan.

Truth and falsehood alike were karma.

The higher a cultivator’s realm, the greater the karma they could alter.

And so, Xiao Mo dreamed one final dream.

In that dream, Xiao Mo could not change the life and death of Tushan’s people.

But he dreamed that the gods on the verge of revival vanished once more.

In that dream, Gui Ning, Daoist Yunxi, Cun Caiguang, and the innocent souls who had died in Tushan returned to the long river and entered reincarnation once again.

In that dream, Gui Junmeng’s soul transformed into a mote of light and, beneath the swaying Moon God Tree, returned to Jingci’s body.

The two girls became one.

In that final dream, Xiao Mo’s body gradually dissipated, turning into sparks that fell upon the Moon God Tree’s branches.

In an instant, the sparks ignited the branches and leaves.

They ignited the flowers.

They ignited the gods that had yet to awaken.

Towering flames burned across the Moon God Tree’s crown.

The firelight illuminated the night sky and shone across the woman’s face beneath the tree.

As though it were a dream of Yellow Millet.