Ji Lingruo felt she had a long dream, a dream so real, yet it was not hers.
In the dream, she was called Taisui—
I am Taisui.
But that is not my na. In ancient mories, what did the blurry-faced mother call ?
I struggled to recall, but I couldn’t rember. I only rember my young self riding on my father’s neck, holding a bamboo dragonfly.
My father held my legs joyfully running in the fields, while my mother chased hard behind. The bamboo dragonfly spun and spun, making think I was really flying, causing to emit a laughter like silver bells, thinking there could never be a happier day.
Later, a group of flying immortals visited here. They healed the sick, dispelled evil, and relieved disasters, and the villagers were very grateful to them.
They also said that I was a person of Innate Purity, a seed of a True Immortal, and wanted to lead into the Immortal Sect.
I asked them what a person of Innate Purity was. They said it was soone whose heart was as pure as crystal, soone who could maintain a true heart even when possessed by any monster or ghost.
I did not understand the aning, and asked if entering the Immortal Sect ant I could fly like them. They said yes, and I could fly even higher than them.
Even though my parents were reluctant, thinking that I could eat well, dress warmly, and beco a fairy in a painting, they agreed.
Thus, I followed them into the Immortal Sect...
That hellish place.
I didn’t even know where I was. When I woke up, there were only faint candlelights, cold iron chains, and a dark prison cell around .
Fear engulfed like sea water, and my cries echoed in the cave, heard only by myself.
Finally, so people ca. I tried desperately to communicate and plead for help, but they didn’t say a word.
They brought my food, a bowl of indescribably disgusting thick porridge, full of eyeballs, tentacles, and constantly bubbling foam.
I tightly sealed my mouth, preferring death over drinking it, so they restrained my body, pried open my mouth, and forced it down.
The more I vomited, the more they fed .
My body gradually changed, the once happy feet that ran in the grassy field, the toes began to fuse together, and my hands...why did they beco like this?
I thought there couldn’t be a more painful day, but little did I know that the pain was always worse the next day.
Later, they muttered words like "this effect is not enough" and began to be unsatisfied with just feeding those things. Various strange entities started appearing in my cell, like mutated monsters from the deep sea.
The stench and thick mucus enveloped , and they all desperately tried to burrow into my body.
Under the dim candlelight, my body began to undergo huge changes; those bulging lumps of flesh grew larger, as if they were naturally part of .
Once, a tight chain accidentally ca loose, and I finally could move. I tried every possible way to end my life.
But I was shocked to discover I couldn’t die, or rather, the thods I could think of were not enough to kill such a .
They discovered my suicide attempt, and I was given tighter restraints. From then on, I was hung there motionless, like the towering tree at the village entrance in my mory that would never move.
I could only let those lumps of flesh on my body grow until a day I couldn’t recognize myself, they entered my prison with jade knives for the first ti.
They cut off a bizarre lump of flesh that had grown on , but these lumps would imdiately rot once separated from my body, no matter what they used to preserve it.
They furiously told not to resist, to willingly cooperate with them, only then could I hope to return to my parents one day.
I understood that the flesh was under my control, and only the flesh I willingly allowed to be cut would not rot.
I no longer believed them, and seeing their powerless expressions, a sense of revenge welled up in .
Those people cursed as they left, calling an ugly and evil Taisui.
Later, one day, a beautiful girl was also imprisoned. Her eyes were hollow. Looking at her was like seeing myself entering here for the first ti long ago.
She looked at with disgust, saying if I was unqualified, she would be the next hanged here. I wanted to sympathize with her, but I couldn’t even sympathize with myself.
I still wouldn’t cooperate with them cutting my flesh, and their actions beca increasingly violent. Although this body had strong regenerative abilities, the pain did not diminish.
"Do you... hurt?" She, already devoid of human form, trembled and asked .
"Yes."
It was the first ti I answered her. We were like patients suffering from the sa disease, and gradually began to talk more.
I called her sister, and she called sister. She couldn’t stop their actions, she could only chat and comfort when no one was around. She told many stories, including family, friendship, and love, and I relied on the emotions in those stories as my last motivation to live.
One day, we will see the beauty in the stories, she always said.
That day, my refusal to cooperate once again angered them. They restrained her and used dirty evils and thick porridge to threaten , forcing to cut my own flesh.
In fact, I had known this day would co.
When I was very young, my father told that most stories were false, so this sister was also false.
Her purpose in coming here was for this day. But I still accepted her calmly, as even false hope in this boundless darkness was hard to refuse.
I even thought that these people not finding my parents to threaten was already rciful. But there was also a possibility that perhaps my parents were already dead.
I cut my own flesh and gave it to them.
They gathered respectfully around the sister, and she spat at many tis, cursing as "truly ugly," "truly disgusting," and then never appeared again.
The day after that, soone ca to tell that my flesh was very effective, and I had beco a true Taisui.
And from the mont Taisui appeared, it was destined to be the fate of being food.
After that, I was placed in a coffin, able to see nothing.
After an unknown amount of twists and turns, when I opened my eyes again, I was already in a crystal cage. The people around had changed; they were more dignity and ethereal and called the sacrifice for the Immortal Ancestor.
The desire to take revenge on others had long worn out. Rather than disgust them further, I wanted to end my life quickly.
Just as I was about to willingly enter the so-called tomb of the Immortal Ancestor, a strange octopus appeared. People around called it the Dream-eating Ghost, and it was the one that saved .
I thanked it, but it said its purpose was also to have eaten, only my consur had changed.
The Dream-eating Ghost told it hoped I would willingly beco the key to the True Lord’s resurrection, and in exchange, it would grant one wish.
I was a bit dazed, having no idea what to wish for.
I was placed in the pure world inside it, following it to hide in different people’s consciousnesses, and the colorful mories of these people allowed to see this wonderful world.
I knew I was destined not to escape being eaten, so I wished to be let out in this world for a walk, but looking at my own body, I despaired.
I didn’t belong to this wonderful world, no one would accept soone like . Those sweet pastries, genuine emotions no longer belonged to soone like ; only the cold prison and empty fate were my destinations.
Finally, we reached the destination.
This ti, we hid in a handso boy’s consciousness.
The Dream-eating Ghost said this boy was the most suitable person in the city to be the True Lord’s vessel.
I guessed the Dream-eating Ghost chose him for the sa reason I felt: he exuded an inexplicable allure.
Upon entering his consciousness, we were surprised to find that this boy’s mories were pitch black; he was actually blind! But his feelings for his master, his master’s wife, and especially his junior sister were so intense, untouched by not knowing what they looked like.
But the Dream-eating Ghost told clearly, that his junior sister was not human, but a half-demon.
A feeling called jealousy filled . I found the Dream-eating Ghost and used the wish to set up a self-serving drama...
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