Chapter 518: People Need Belief

The fifth chapter of the Dream Weaving Witchcraft, Dream Weaving Becomes Real, has only been touched at its threshold by one person so far, and that person is Dìshì.

Witchcraft and gu poison have never been distinguished as good or evil.

When they were created, they were mostly used to treat illness and pray for blessings.

Later, bad people got hold of them and used them to harm others, after which they were defined as good or evil.

So, evil has always been the human heart, not the witchcraft itself.

Dìshì cultivated Dream Weaving Becomes Real, but he never fully mastered it.

I suspect that when he was practicing this chapter of Dream Weaving Becomes Real, he went berserk from cultivation deviation, didn't die from backlash, survived, and became twisted, beginning to retaliate against society ever more fiercely.

This kind of mental attack is the most lethal.

It's hard to imagine whether anyone in this world can withstand such a mental attack.

I can hear Feng Wu anxiously calling my name.

I can hear the cries of the azure hawks, the sounds of battle, and the restless noises of the ghost faces stirring in the Soul-guiding Lamp……

I feel awful, my head hurts badly.

I loathe the blood-covered me!

No, that's not me!

That's a tampered memory!

Xiao Jiu, stay strong, don't let this illusory memory enslave you.

The slaughter in Yin Dang Hang has nothing to do with you, nor with the Seven Halls Yama; the true executioner is Dìshì!

I clenched both hands tightly around the hem of my upper garment, enduring as hard as I could, my teeth almost breaking, to keep my mind calm.

At that moment, my hand touched something in my pocket…… it was a willow-branch bracelet.

The blood-stained willow-branch bracelet felt cold and sticky to the touch.

But the moment I grasped it, it felt as if I were tightly holding that familiar big hand of mine.

I don't know how many times—when I was afraid, lost, or sad—he would always immediately take my hand, wrapping it in his big hand.

He always liked to gently rub the back of my hand with his thumb, thus soothing my emotions.

He also liked to raise his hand to touch my hair and my earlobes.

He would say, 'Xiao Jiu, don't be afraid, I'm here.'

Fact proves that people need belief to support them.

No matter how difficult the situation, as long as one has belief, one will be invincible.

At this moment, the willow-branch bracelet became my belief.

Liu Junyan is still waiting for me; he needs me!

Though his whole body is wounded, he still left me the willow-branch bracelet, which is his encouragement and support.

He is rushing toward the next dangerous place.

He has entrusted his back to me; I must guard it well for him!

If I fall, he will be left isolated and helpless

Exposed to attack from front and back.

No!

It wasn't me who did it; why should I admit it? Why should I be afraid?

Why should I be controlled by a tampered memory?

I am the Phoenix Lord, a phoenix that has just succeeded in Nirvana; what is Dìshì anyway!

I suddenly lifted my head, and that bloody, terrifying memory in my mind was instantly shaken off.

I saw Dìshì's eyes flicker.

Perhaps he was momentarily stunned by my firm and fierce gaze.

He blinked slightly, then sped up his chanting, and the hand pressing down above my head sank a little more.

That memory flashed through my mind again.

But this time, it was fleeting.

Meanwhile, I had already transformed into a phoenix form, with five-colored wings surrounded by blazing flames.

As the wings flapped forward, the flames condensed into a ball and shot out forcefully!

Dìshì didn't even have time to pull back his hand before that fireball struck his chest.

He toppled backward with a boom, his eyes wide open, and just like that he breathed his last.

The azure hawks he had summoned also vanished instantly.

Feng Wu couldn't believe it: 'Dìshì…… he died just like that?'

I shook my head, walked over to the fallen Dìshì, and looked at the corpse lying on the ground.

That cannot be called a true corpse.

At the instant the fireball hit his chest cavity, flames surged through his entire body, and the corpse…… turned out to be transparent.

"He has no flesh, blood, or bones—just a skin sack?"

"Yes, it's merely a skin peeled from Dìluán's body." I said, "Even that evil bone is gone; Dìshì is more cunning than we imagined. Only by finding his true body can we possibly kill him for real. Otherwise, theoretically, he could be anywhere—every creature in this world could become the next 'Dìshì'."

Feng Wu was speechless: "What a calamity that will linger for ten thousand years—why doesn't heaven open its eyes? A single thunderbolt killing him would bring peace to all living beings."

Since I was little, I've understood a truth: this world is not absolutely fair.

Otherwise, how could anyone feel hostility toward a newborn infant?

Otherwise, how could my childhood have been so rough?

Dìshì isn't acting alone in his evil; he has too many wicked ghosts helping him.

"Let's go, first return to the Feng Clan." I said, "Let's go find some people."

Feng Wu hurried to catch up, walking back with me while asking: "Who are you looking for? The Feng Clan is a rabble; they've probably already scattered like birds and beasts by now."

Behind me, that skin bag has already been burned to ashes.

As I walked, I answered Feng Wu's question: "The Feng Clan isn't without good people; it's just that there are too many wicked ones, their methods too vicious, good people are suppressed and persecuted, leaving them little living space—for example, the Snow Phoenix clan."

Speaking of Snow Phoenix, Feng Wu felt some reluctance: "Rather than her entering reincarnation early, I'd rather she be alive to see our victory at this moment."

Yes.

If Snow Phoenix is still alive, she would certainly be very happy.

If she is still alive, she would surely follow me all the way to the last moment.

And the reason I want to return to the Feng Clan to take a look is to find the people of the Snow Phoenix clan; I don't know where Feng Xianqiu has locked them up.

Even if it's for Snow Phoenix, I must find them and settle them properly.

Moreover, the Snow Phoenix clan is also of the Phoenix bloodline.

Whether pure or mixed, the Phoenix bloodline is hard to propagate; saving one is saving one.

There's also someone... Wu Ling, I also very much want to find her.

Although I once doubted her momentarily, after thinking, her situation is too difficult; if I can't achieve feigning reality, what would I use to deceive Feng Xianqiu, what would I use to protect myself?

That day after she sent me back to my room, she never appeared again.

I feel uneasy in my heart; I have a bad premonition.

When I and Feng Wu returned again to the central area of the Feng Clan, what lay before us could truly be described as a scene of utter devastation.

While we were fighting at the foot of Phoenix Ridge, the clan likely also had an internal rebellion; corpses were everywhere.

Far off, I saw among that sea of corpses a familiar figure, seemingly also searching for something.

I rubbed my eyes and exclaimed in shock: "Aunt!"

Tang Xun turned around, and upon seeing me, she immediately lunged forward and hugged me: "Xiao Jiu, it's really you!"

After hugging, she then grasped my shoulders and pushed me back a little, stared at my forehead and eyes, pinched my bones, and after a while said: "Hmm, it seems my guess wasn't wrong; you truly succeeded in Nirvana, Xiao Jiu, you're the best! Congratulations!"