Chapter 573: with translation of chapter title

Sister!

A Cheng's voice suddenly rang out in my mind.

No, not only A Cheng's voice, but his entire self appeared in my mind.

He shrank to the size of a fist, sitting cross-legged there, his eyes anxiously fixed on me.

This feeling was especially strange.

The two of us seemed isolated from everything, sitting face to face in my mind, looking at each other.

I asked: "A Cheng, what's going on?"

A Cheng pointed at his own head, then shook the cloth bag in his hand, saying: "Before, I brought the egg and hid it in the underground palace; after the evil bone's seal disappeared, Dìshì discovered me. I could have escaped, but I uncovered the true relationship between Dìshì and the Feng—they appear as one, yet they are constantly entangled; Dìshì wants to break free from the Feng, while the Feng keeps controlling Dìshì."

At that moment I realized I couldn't escape; I had to push Dìshì forward a bit more.

I had to push him together with the Feng before your eyes to achieve a true breakthrough, and I could only truly awaken our lineage's greatest power by reclaiming my own head.

So I handed over the egg and exchanged it with Dìshì for my head.

I nodded; I had already guessed this earlier.

A Cheng is a smart, kind, and opinionated child.

His choice must have been made after weighing pros and cons.

I pointed at the whole space and asked: "A Cheng, is this the new witchcraft you awakened after getting your head back?"

"It's called Tonggan." A Cheng said, "It is the prologue of the Dream Weaving Witchcraft, and also the secret our ancient witch clan never passes on; I am the sole pureblood lineage descended from the ancient witch clan."

In other words, only A Cheng can awaken 'Tonggan'.

The ancient witch clan belongs to the Feng Clan.

"'Tonggan' was created for the witch clan and the Feng Clan." A Cheng explained, "More precisely, it was born for the Great Witch of the ancient witch clan and the Feng Lord of the Feng Clan; Tonggan exists only between us two, and its purpose is to guard the fifth chapter of the Dream Weaving Witchcraft, Dream Made Real."

I understood.

The fifth chapter of the Dream Weaving Witchcraft is so hard to cultivate that even if the Feng and Dìshì controlled A Cheng's head, they only saw the surface; thus, when Dìshì applied that fifth chapter to us, altering memories caused severe side effects.

Because they could only see half of A Cheng's head, unaware that the other half of the cultivation secret was sealed in my mind.

Only after A Cheng awakens Tonggan can this secret be unlocked.

I immediately said: "Since it's Tonggan, our senses should be interconnected, A Cheng. As the sole heir of the ancient witch clan, you will surely cultivate the fifth chapter faster; take whatever you need directly from my memory."

A Cheng replied: "No, sister, Tonggan is one-way; I am indeed the initiator of Tonggan, but after activation, I will transmit my half of the cultivation secret into your memory; in this world, only you can truly cultivate the fifth chapter of the Dream Weaving Witchcraft."

No wonder!

No wonder when Dìshì massacred the ancient Feng Clan, the entire Feng Clan fought to the death to protect us two children.

No wonder the Fire Phoenix, at the last moment, still urged us to flee and told me to protect A Cheng well.

We two are the Feng's true nemesis.

We two, neither can be lacking.

A Cheng controls the prologue Tonggan of the Dream Weaving Witchcraft; I master the fifth chapter, Dream Made Real.

"Sister, are you ready? We don't have much time."

A Cheng became solemn.

I nodded solemnly: "I'm ready, A Cheng."

A Cheng immediately began forming hand seals; witchcraft incantations poured forth continuously from his mouth.

I closed my eyes, yet my five senses became exceptionally clear.

At first, I could only see A Cheng.

As the witchcraft incantations continuously streamed into my mind, a seal deep in my memory seemed to be swiftly broken.

Immediately after, it was as if countless tiny figures were jumping and dancing in my mind.

This scene made me feel as if I had returned to Cangwu Mountain, back to the childhood of the Feng civet slave.

I seemed to see that little child standing before the cliff of Cangwu Mountain, scribbling and drawing; individual tiny figures with various poses were carved into the mountain wall, askew and unsystematic, yet extraordinarily vivid.

Thus, after the Feng civet slave was hatched in Cangwu Mountain, she briefly awakened this secret, but lacking A Cheng's half, she ultimately failed to break through, and no one knows what those 'graffiti' she carved into the Cangwu Mountain cliff mean.

Even the Feng civet slave herself doesn't know.

As she aged and faced various external persecutions, that portion of her spiritual qi was completely worn away.

So, in fact, Dìshì and company were once just a step away from success.

This... perhaps it is fate's doing?

The tiny figures in my mind danced faster and faster, becoming more lively, while my hands naturally began forming seals, and witchcraft incantations took shape in my mind.

My five senses grew even clearer, and I saw the world beyond A Cheng.

I saw Xingchen, I saw Liu Junyan and the Copper Coin Person, farther away Yu Nian, and the Seven Halls Yama with his underworld armor troops...

I even saw the formation barrier painstakingly maintained by the Four Blessings Immortals!

Through the barrier, I saw countless birds staring with eyes that were glaring, scarlet, dark green, or deathly pale.

And... countless nauseating flesh...

Amidst that flesh, one bloody head after another was packed together, dense eyes pressed tightly against the barrier, gurgling as they turned.

Finally, the barrier was breached by a small opening, and the whole space trembled.

At the same time, the black water in that river surged up over two meters high, dragging countless souls toward the breach in the barrier.

That slope resembled a whirlpool in seawater, endowed with endless suction, greedily drawing in the souls within the waves.

The souls wailed desperately, begging for mercy.

But the more they did so, the more excited the flesh became.

As each soul was devoured, the area of flesh spread across the barrier grew larger, like a dark cloud blotting out the sky.

The breach in the barrier grew larger and larger...

Gradually, the blood and flesh at that breach slowly condensed into a face; that face went from bloody and blurry, to growing skin and flesh, to being covered with Feather…… In the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a large bird with a head full of black feathers, only a tuft of white feathers on top of its head.

It's a heron!

Its eyes stared fixedly at Xingchen.

Bang!

As the flesh and blood pressed and the barrier shattered completely, the heron let out a shrill cry, shook its wings, aimed at Xingchen, and swooped down.

Its momentum was like splitting bamboo, fierce and overwhelming.

Dong……

A bronze bell rang, seeming to come from all directions, yet also as if it emanated from Xingchen's body.

Accompanying the bronze bell's sound, a blinding Buddha light burst from Xingchen's body, like a sharp sword, slashing toward the heron……