397: Chapter 85: Dreaming of Freedom_2 397: Chapter 85: Dreaming of Freedom_2 “Let that old fool’s nonsense be damned, go all out!” In the collapsing world, the black-haired witch shouted vehemently, “Even if I am burnt to death by that sword’s black flames, I will take that scumbag down with me!”
Gongsun Ce remembered that intersecting dream, the witch reaching out to him in the sky.
This time there was no smile on her face, but she still looked as stubborn and self-reliant as ever.
She lived for herself and even at the end of her life, she intended to die in her own way.
What kind of super villainess are you?
I was worried you might lose your edge, become disheartened, but the moment I opened my eyes, I saw you even more spirited for battle than me.
You really are too strong.
He realized that the powerless little girl had long since died.
The Shiyu Ling he knew was self-righteous, selfish, with all sorts of flaws, but was never fragile.
She would forcibly stand out in a bloodbath, and would also languidly hold a beer can, talking about her modest dreams.
That must be the real driving force behind Shiyu Ling?
It wasn’t just hatred sustaining her—it was other, even more precious things.
He picked up the bean, the small red bean shimmering with good luck.
It was a gift from the hidden gods’ gathering, a festival set for fulfilling wishes.
At that time, everyone was making deals, deals to make wishes come true.
What did Orianna say again…
Without giving anything, you won’t receive anything in return.
Gongsun Ce tried to reach out, the action causing him pain as if his entire body were fracturing.
He forcibly stuffed the bean into the woman’s palm.
There is no transaction more loss-making in this world than one given for free.
“Don’t talk about dying like me… You still have dreams, don’t you?”
Shiyu Ling looked at him perplexedly, the gray-haired young man struggled to speak, mining sentences from his chaotic mind.
“You want to travel, buy a house, live a better life…”
To see different sceneries.
To escape the nightmarish world and find your own happiness.
They were not grand desires, just simple everyday dreams that everyone has.
In the face of the world-destroying Dragon Disaster, they seemed so fragile, like bubbles of illusion.
He said, smiling like the mentor he remembered.
“For your future… for your dreams.”
Shiyu Ling held onto the bean dumbfounded.
You really took it in, remembered those drunken words.
Yes, she still had dreams.
Dreams she had harbored since childhood.
Dreaming of a fairy tale kingdom while looking at picture books, dreaming of a world tour from within a prison, longing for a life of freedom as she grew up…
Dreams that changed every moment, an uncertain future that, in this cruel world, seemed like mere fantasy.
But still, she yearned, hoped, and fantasized about a beautiful tomorrow…
No one could stop her, not even fate…
She felt something loosen inside her.
The world appeared anew, her spirit expanded, more expansive than anything else.
Dreams are, freedom themselves.
“I can’t hold on anymore!” Kardesia roared, “I’m physically spent!
How about you, the friend in the witch’s outfit?”
“I’m about to die too!” Linai, possessed by Yidou Nengmai, screamed frantically, “Little Ce, quickly eat the bean!
Stand up and take down Shiyu Genmi!”
Above the clouds, the sky was ink-black, with only a faint outline of the moon visible.
Shiyu Genmi and the Void Light Dragon stood atop the clouds, furiously wielding the power of gods.
Linai was frantic; she never imagined the enemy would be so formidable, that even Gongsun Ce, having drawn his sword, was temporarily overcome.
“Chuyun, take me up!” She heard Shiyu Lianyi’s shout, turned her head, and cast out a gleam of gold to lift him into the sky, simultaneously checking on her friend.
She saw Gongsun Ce handing the bean to Shiyu Ling.
Saw Shiyu Ling smiling as she stood up, placing the bean in her mouth.
“…Huh?” Linai and Yidou Nengmai both let out puzzled sighs simultaneously.
“Lord Yidou Nengmai, that bean,” Linai tried to think positively, “could it possess Creation Realm-level power?”
(…At most it could help her breakthrough to Manifestation…) Lord Yidou Nengmai’s voice sounded as drained as she felt.
Linai felt dizzy, the Curse Scale of Shiyu Lianyi becoming ineffective just then; what use was a mere Brahma’s appearance in this situation?!
Shiyu Ling’s aura surged, the small pale blue columbines within the shadows transforming into a sea of deep blue flowers, from which illusory daffodils emerged.
Her Brahma Form Skill also stepped into the realm of Manifestation.
Yet, compared to the Void Light Dragon in the sky, her aura seemed so tiny, fragile, hardly worth mentioning.
“Haha, hahahaha!” Shiyu Genmi laughed wildly atop the Dragon Head.
“This is too amusing, little princess!
You always come up with ideas I can’t imagine!
let’s see the power of the Manifestation you bought with Zhi Pi’s strength, if it can threaten me, the king of fate!”
Shiyu Ling was also smiling, her joyous laughter childlike.
Her gaze stretched to the distant heavens, her pupils not reflecting the sinister, spiteful man, but the stories she had heard before, those absurd, fantastical, incredible, transcendent of reality, yet wildly imaginative illusions.
She softly parted her lips, ignoring everyone else’s words, and simply singing a fairy tale-like poem.
“The setting sun bathes the evening clouds…