Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land-Chapter 875 - 125: Qing Pu’s Dream

This bubble is given an extremely dreamy name, called Dream Bubble.

The colors are varied; some are as beautiful as neon, shimmering under the sunlight, and mostly represent happy and joyful dreams.

Others are pitch black, like a night without a dawn; these dream bubbles mostly signify misfortunes.

All of these are desires and dreams consumed over the years by this ageless, ugly beast.

Yue Jinghua watched from the side and found that there were too many dream bubbles, of all sizes, with mostly unfamiliar names written on them. She casually picked one that floated beside her.

Each dream bubble had an ancient character written on it. Due to the inability to communicate with the Gold Eater Worm, Yue Jinghua couldn’t determine what the character was.

But it was certain that these dream bubbles belonged to the same person.

Upon contact, the dream bubble immediately shattered.

Though they are dream bubbles, as the saying goes, "what you ponder in the day, appears in your dreams at night," if there’s a dream, there must be a traceable basis for it.

A wisp of pale smoke entered Yue Jinghua’s body.

Yue Jinghua’s pupils shrank slightly, and the view before her switched from one scene to another like changing channels on a television.

Wide streets, neat houses, lush plants, and herds of livestock painted the scene of a bustling Ancient Village before Yue Jinghua.

Men plowing and women weaving, working from sunrise to sunset, the ordinary men and women busied and laughed in the village.

This was a very mundane dream bubble, seemingly from an ordinary villager of an unknown village.

After appreciating the pastoral scenery, Yue Jinghua soon chose another dream bubble.

This was a gray-colored dream bubble, with the memories and desires inside much grayer.

The cries of a child, the sobs of a young woman, an old man leaning against the wall, and dragon-drawn carriages parked outside the village, with groups of robust men, and even some half-grown lads being driven onto the beast carts.

People were being hauled away car after car, sent to the God Demon Battlefield with unknown fate.

A child with golden eyes stood in front of an empty, desolate house.

He watched the villagers’ joy and sorrow with indifference, as if everything had nothing to do with him. This was a child who had experienced the loss of loved ones too early, not knowing what joy or sorrow was.

A pair of hands rested on the child’s head, startling him, and he almost instinctively bit those hands.

The hands swiftly grabbed his collar, "Such a fierce child, do you really think he is the one we’re looking for?"

A group of men and women in Witch Robes, each varying in appearance and temperament, stood not far away. Some looked at the child curiously, while others gave disapproving, critical glances at his dirty clothes and face, yet most had eyes filled with admiration and kindness.

"This is a dream of a war orphan, having lost his parents and family care too early," the gray-brown dream bubble in hand disappeared again, and from the child’s golden eyes, Yue Jinghua saw desolation and numbness.

There were many such dream bubbles, almost each containing only a small fragment of memory.

Yue Jinghua read several more dream bubbles in succession and quickly discovered that they all came from the same person.

The golden-eyed boy.

A boy adopted by twelve Sky Witches; Yue Jinghua seemed to have guessed who the owner of these dream bubbles was.

She hesitated, gently nudging a hand, and those dream bubbles danced like butterflies fluttering their wings.

Countless dream bubbles shattered, and numerous fragmented scenes flashed through Yue Jinghua’s mind.

Until the last vibrant red dream bubble, as red as blood jade, appeared before Yue Jinghua.

This red dream bubble was the largest among all.

Yue Jinghua hesitated, reaching out her finger, wanting to take hold of that dream bubble, seemingly guessing that the answer she sought, and the answer Qing Pu sought, were both within that dream bubble.

Just as her hand was about to touch the dream bubble, a hand tightly grabbed hers, and the dream bubble was taken by another hand.

"Bang," a slight cracking sound, and the red dream bubble shattered, but the hand grasping Yue Jinghua’s firmly belonged to Qing Pu.

"Qing Pu, what are you doing?" Yue Jinghua did not overlook that, at the moment the red dream bubble shattered, a surge of killing aura rose in Qing Pu’s golden eyes, his face contorting in a strange expression.

Yue Jinghua understood that Qing Pu must have learned something.

Something he didn’t want her to know.

That red dream bubble, she should have read it first.

Before she could think further, at the moment the red dream bubble was shattered, the sleeping Dream Mo suddenly awoke with a start.

It rose instantly, emitting a deafening screech.

"Quickly leave, the dream bubbles are the food for the Dream Mo, and when they are destroyed, it is the most vicious and hungry, with the greatest destructive power. It is a Demon Beast at the Holy Beast Peak Stage, and no one can conquer it now," Qing Pu’s wide robe covered Yue Jinghua’s face, and she could only catch a faint scent of pine resin as she was lifted lightly as if riding the wind.

Suddenly remembering something, she tugged on Qing Pu’s sleeve, tugging firmly, as both the robe and the person were real, Yue Jinghua was astonished, nearly forgetting her initial purpose, "Qing Pu, we can’t leave, my elder brother and everyone else, there’s also Fa Xiaoyi..."

Feeling Qing Pu’s gaze turn cold abruptly, Yue Jinghua wasn’t sure what she said wrong, attempting to break free, only to find Qing Pu holding her tightly in his arms, an unpleasant voice circling in her ear, "No need to worry about them, someone has already rescued them."

Rescued them? Yue Jinghua paused slightly, could it be that besides them entering Zhuqiu, others had also ventured into Zhuqiu? Or had City Lord Changsun and others discovered the group trapped in Zhuqiu and sent people to rescue them?

Yue Jinghua hadn’t considered that, at that moment, City Lord Changsun was not concerned with the group inside Zhuqiu at all.

City Lord Changsun was facing the biggest crisis in his near ten thousand years as city lord, and simultaneously, the biggest crisis in the history of Four Symbols City and even the entire Star Plane.

Just shortly after Yue Jinghua and others entered Zhuqiu one night, dark clouds suddenly rolled in from the northwest of Four Symbols City, and hundreds of thousands of Demon Soldiers descended from the sky.

No one knew how the Demon Army broke the Plane Prohibition and invaded the Star Plane.

The hundreds of thousands of Demon Soldiers were all fully armed, military flags waving. On the military flags were two big characters: "Anmo." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The Second Prince of Dark Demon, known as the Vulture of the Demon Clan on the Chen Plane.

The reconnaissance soldiers at the frontline inside Four Symbols City saw this and immediately relayed the military intelligence to City Lord Changsun at the Divine Ruins.

City Lord Changsun immediately rushed back to the Four Symbols City; everyone in Four Symbols City knew that a great war was about to begin.