bookbashuk 86-26 The author finally revealed everything
86-26 The author finally revealed everything
Mo Bei burst from the well, showering down countless shards of stone, which, upon hitting the ground, revealed themselves to be pools of flesh and blood. The lightning-flame explosive bomb that Mo Bei had conjured beforehand shattered the clock tower completely in that instant; unexpectedly, the tower was hard on the outside but flexible on the inside. The tower's fragments fell...
Above the Dream Realm, a deep dreamscape burst through its boundaries, its fragments crashing wildly to the earth. Only the distant Tower of Dream Memory remained intact, witnessing all of this.
Mo Bei burst out of the clock tower, immediately breaking through the boundary from the outside and flying to the bottom of the fallen deep dream. Standing at the bottom, he looked up and released the others at the same time.
Qinglan, watching the approaching Deep Dream descend from above, quickly made a decision: "If we let this fall, many people will die, although there aren't many left now." Then he remembered something urgent: "Ah, I didn't mean to insult the dead, the deceased should be respected." Yan Fuxue immediately created ice walls to try and stop it, but the ice walls were like ants in the eyes of the continuously falling Deep Dream, easily crushed.
Hong Qi looked at Qing Yan in her arms, her long hair helplessly slapping against her face. Qing Yan stretched out his withered hand and slowly opened it: "The Ghost Dreams are my children. I was trapped in the deep dream realm by the past, and now I should take responsibility for the mistakes I made." Then, black energy slowly floated from his palm, and countless Ghost Dreams flew out from beside the deep dream realm, converging downwards, trying their best to lift up this world-destroying place.
Below the deepest dream, ice walls and musical note cushions appeared, and finally, a figure enveloped in flames appeared—that was… Mo Bei!
Mo Bei's hands crackled with lightning as he struck the falling deep dreamscape with both palms, sending countless flames surging outwards. He and the countless eerie dreams struggled to lift it upwards, slowing the rapid descent of the deep dreamscape.
Qinglan continuously emitted musical notes, shattering the falling pebbles. Qingyan was very pleased to see this, and stroked Hongqi's face with his other hand: "This child has tried so hard, don't let me down." Hongqi frowned and nodded with difficulty: "Okay...you have to wait for me to come back." Then she stood up, and countless winds gathered beneath her feet, rushing quickly towards the falling pebbles, shattering them one by one with muffled thuds.
A loud thud resounded as the deep dream crashed to the ground. Fortunately, Mo Bei managed to escape using his Thunderflame Strike at the last moment, preventing him from turning into a two-dimensional being. It was a pity that the ice wall Yan Fuxue had created on the desolate outskirts—originally intended to protect Mo Bei—had somehow managed to awaken his intelligence.
Hong Qi followed Mo Bei back to the desolate countryside. She only saw Qing Yan's raised hand and his open eyes. Under everyone's gaze, Hong Qi slowly walked towards Qing Yan, then knelt down with a thud, grasping Qing Yan's hand that refused to let go, and moved forward a few steps, letting the mud stain her knees.
Qinglan looked at Hongqi: "Elder Yanhua Yue..." Hongqi gently closed Qingyan's eyes and hugged him tightly; the ground was only slightly damp.
The group stepped onto the parched earth, and the long-dormant Mengdi finally let in sunlight, shining down on the ground.
Yan Fuxue took out the letter and finally saw the signature at the end—Yan Huayu.
Yan Fuxue stared in disbelief, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her hands trembled as she opened the envelope, pulled out the letter, and gazed at the trembling handwriting on the dried yellow paper.
Elder Yan Huayue, I know my daughter is being targeted by Dongfang Womengtian. I've heard that your village, Qianyi, is beautiful, and I long to visit it, but I may never have the chance to see it for myself. So, I beg you to take my daughter, Yan Fuxue, and let her enjoy this beautiful village.
——Yan Huayu
Yan Fuxue blinked, and Qinglan waved in front of him, "What's wrong with you? Acting cute like this." Then he saw the words in the letter: "Okay, sorry, I was being sarcastic." Yan Fuxue replied, "It's okay." She quickly walked ahead, heading towards the Tower of Dreams, because she knew this was where Feng Qixun's heart was. The ground became damp again.
Qinglan stepped onto the damp earth and looked up. This was the Tower of Dreams, eerily quiet. Looking further into the tower, she saw that Yan Fuxue, who had been walking at the front, had vanished.
Yan Fuxue ran down the stairs, countless glistening tears falling onto the walls and the stairs.
Yan Fuxue stopped in front of the hibernation pod. Inside, Yan Huayu lay with his eyes completely closed, a piece of paper clutched in his hand. Yan Fuxue fought back tears and opened the pod. As if sensing her movement, Yan Huayu loosened his clenched fist, and the paper fell to the ground.
Yan Fuxue picked it up and looked at it. The paper clearly stated Dongfang Womengtian's crimes: Five years ago, in order to be elected Dream Controller, Dongfang Womengtian forced me to instigate war on the Rainbow End and successfully won the election by creating a tragic persona of my hometown being destroyed.
When Qinglan arrived and saw this, her world collapsed. She never expected that the author would actually chase after her!
Qinglan frantically smashed everything in sight around him, venting his emotions in his own way. Then he noticed a piece of paper tucked behind a photo frame.
Qinglan picked it up, puzzled, and was about to tear it up when she saw a passage written by Dongfang Womengtian.
"I saved Qing Jucai six years ago, and now he knows I rose to power by cultivating a persona, and he actually wants to expose me? How could I let him succeed! If he did, would I even need to live?"
Qinglan's tears fell again, landing on the note. The scattered teardrops revealed memories of the past.
Six years ago, after a night of drinking, Qing Jucai opened her son's diary and found a sentence: "Is a vase more important than me? He even swears. I will never be a father like that. Tomorrow is my 10th birthday, and I hope my dad doesn't come." This immediately sobered her up. Her eyes focused, and her lips trembled as she said, "So, in my son's eyes, I am such a failure."
Qing Jucai had set up a very elaborate spot on the edge of a cliff, clearly intended for their family gathering. Qing Jucai happily held up her camera, admiring the beautiful scene captured in the frame. Her heart swelled with joy: "Preparing this surprise, then telling them I've decided to repent, will definitely be the best 10th birthday present for my son." Thinking this, she slowly backed away, wanting to capture the most beautiful photo.
Qing Jucai lost his footing and fell off the cliff, his camera shattering along with him. Meanwhile, Dongfang Womengtian, who was plotting his rise to power, was walking through the woods when he suddenly saw the injured Qing Jucai. He immediately ran over, helped him up, and without a word, headed home. Fortunately, thanks to timely medical attention, Qing Jucai was out of danger, and the two became very good friends. To repay Dongfang Womengtian's kindness, Qing Jucai suggested, "You could try promoting your hometown to gain more votes..."
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