Chapter 336: Another Dream

The old Clan Leader panted, his face flushed red from the high heat.

In his arms, he held a toddler of two or three years old.

The toddler leaned against his chest, already passed out from the thick smoke.

The old Clan Leader shook his head, "It's no use. There are tens of thousands of Daliang troops outside; even if we break out, it's a dead end."

As he spoke, he looked down at the toddler in his arms, his expression complex.

"The Daliang Emperor covets the Treasure Vault of our Divine Witch Tribe and has sent troops to hunt us down. The Treasure Vault is the lifeline that the Witch Clan has relied on for generations to survive; we must never hand it over."

"This child is the future Great Diviner; we must protect him! Shennü Daren has been missing for many years. The Great Diviner has the gift of Precognition; only he can find the Goddess and revitalize the Witch Clan."

The surrounding Witch Clan members rallied, stumbling as they gathered around.

"The Clan Leader is right. The Witch Clan must find Shennü Daren, otherwise, even if we escape this disaster today, we cannot survive."

"Without the Goddess, the Witch Clan will only perish. We must find her."

"But Shennü Daren went to the world of the gods decades ago and hasn't returned to this day, nor has there been any news. Can we really find her?"

The old Clan Leader said firmly, "The duty of our Witch Clan's Great Diviner has always been to assist the Goddess for generations. The birth of this child is the same. The Great Diviner's Precognition can sense the Goddess; this child will surely succeed."

"When that time comes, our Witch Clan will be able to restore our glory and will never again be oppressed by the dog Emperor of Daliang like this."

Once he finished speaking, the Witch Clan members began to shout one after another.

"Yes, we of the Witch Clan will never bow to the dog Emperor of Daliang!"

"Even if we die, we must protect the Great Diviner. Only when we find the Goddess in the future will our displaced descendants have hope of survival."

"Protect the Great Diviner, restore the glory of the Witch Clan."

The crowd shouted in unison, letting out bursts of calls.

The temperature in the cave was already scorching; sweat streamed down everyone's faces, and they coughed incessantly from the thick smoke.

Everyone huddled together, forming a circle, shielding the toddler in the center.

The old Clan Leader lowered his head and murmured to the toddler.

"Yanli, you are our last hope. In the future, you must find Shennü Daren and avenge our people."

Outside the cave, the harsh voices of Daliang soldiers came again.

"These Witch Clan barbarians actually hid a Treasure Vault and would rather die than say where it is. They are truly stubborn."

"Hurry and add more wood and fire; burn all these Witch Clan members who refuse to submit to death inside."

Even in her dream, Bai Wei felt the scorching flames.

The raging fire almost lunged at her face.

The crowd in the cave was burned to death one after another.

The stench of charred flesh drifted everywhere.

Bai Wei watched this scene in horror, her heart pounding.

Was this terrifying scene really just a dream?

Even if it were a dream, it was too realistic.

Just now, she seemed to hear the old Clan Leader call the toddler 'Yanli'.

Could this child be Zhou Yanli?

How could this be possible?

Zhou Yanli is Xiao Moting's enemy and is at odds with Beijiang.

Why would she dream of Zhou Yanli for no reason?

She didn't know how much time had passed, but the fire gradually died out.

On the ground, the corpses of the Witch Clan members lay in heaps—men, women, old, and young, all burned to death.

Although they were dead, they still maintained the posture of huddling together, protecting the toddler in the middle.

A group of Daliang soldiers rushed into the cave.

"These Witch Clan people are truly stubborn; they would all rather die than say where the Treasure Vault is."

"Hurry and move their corpses away; look for any clues about the Treasure Vault."

Suddenly, someone discovered the toddler protected in the center of the crowd and screamed in surprise.

"Reporting to the General, there is a survivor here; there is still a child alive."

The General immediately shouted, "Bring him here."

The soldiers pulled the unconscious toddler up and brought him before the General.

The General was startled, then his brows furrowed tightly.

"There are hundreds of Witch Clan members here, and only this child survived?"

"Yes."

The General was furious, "What use is a two or three-year-old child? What could he possibly know? Even if we asked, we wouldn't get any information; he probably can't even speak clearly."

"General, how should we dispose of this child?"

"This child is a remnant of the Witch Clan; we must cut the weeds and dig up the roots. Throw him into the mountains to feed the wolves!"

"Yes."

Two soldiers hoisted the toddler up and walked toward the deep mountains.

The mountain terrain was steep, and right beside them was a cliff.

The soldiers walked to the edge of the cliff, held the toddler, and shook their heads.

"Kid, blame only your bad luck. Who told you to be a Witch Clan member? The Emperor heard that your Witch Clan has a Treasure Vault and wants the items inside. Your people are all blockheads; they just wouldn't say where the Treasure Vault is."

"The General said to feed you to the wolves, but we'll throw you off the cliff so you can at least stay in one piece."

"When you get to the underworld, don't turn into a vengeful ghost to cause us trouble."

After speaking, the soldier raised his hand, about to throw the toddler down the cliff.

Just at this moment!

"Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly, two crisp gunshots rang out, startling the birds all around into flying out from the forest.

The two soldiers instantly stiffened, two bloody holes appeared in their chests, and they collapsed onto the ground.

At the same time, a figure flashed out from behind the two, grabbed the toddler, and held the child in his arms.

This person was tall and sturdy, dressed in a martial outfit, with a black cloth covering his face.

He held the toddler in his arms, looked down, and then let out a long sigh.

"Sigh... A-Yu said that the Witch Clan would face a great catastrophe, and since she could not return herself, she used Teleportation to send me here to save you."

"But I did not expect that I would be one step too late."

"Forget it, I will take you away first."

Bai Wei watched this scene in shock.

Her mind was a complete blank.

A-Yu... wasn't that her grandmother's childhood name?

Why would this ancient person from Daliang know her grandmother?

Moreover, he actually had a gun in his hand!

Who exactly was this tall, middle-aged man?

The dream played out in Bai Wei's mind like scenes from a movie.

Bai Wei was like an invisible bystander, watching all of this from the side.

The middle-aged man held the toddler and turned to leave.

Bai Wei was astonished and hurriedly tried to follow close behind.

But just at that moment, her body swayed heavily, and the dream vanished instantly.

"Bai, did you hurt yourself from the bump?"

Xiao Moting's anxious voice came to her ears.

Bai Wei's consciousness slowly returned to reality; she opened her eyes and discovered she was lying in Xiao Moting's arms.

The afternoon sunlight shone in through the carriage window, landing on her face.

Bai Wei had not yet regained her senses and felt somewhat dazed.

"Ah?"