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  Even the Mount Wolves were trembling like frightened rabbits in the face of the violent snowstorm.

  They tried their best to get close to each other and huddled into mountains of flesh, using the group’s body temperature to resist the harsh nature.

  However, in the middle of the wolves, there were some small human figures with sparse hair that were shivering.

  They were naturally the Ancient Dream Saintess and the rat slaves who were in charge of taking care of the wolves.

  Meng Chao had heard the veterans of the Great Horn Army talk about the Ancient Dream Saintess’ background.

  He knew that before she received enlightenment from the Big-horned Rat God, she had been a slave in a Wolf Clan’s settlement, and she had been in charge of taking care of the Wolf Clan’s most important asset, the Mount Wolves.

  It was not an easy task.

  The Mount Wolves were savage and untamed. They were completely different from warhorses.

  Anyone besides their master who dared to approach them would easily become a delicacy in their stomach.

  Just like Monster Mountain Range, Picturesque Orchid Lake was affected by the underground spirit vein. It was also a place where extreme weather occurred frequently.

  Once the Mount Wolves were stimulated by extreme weather in the wilderness, they would go berserk. It would be even harder for their keepers to escape. They would be torn into pieces and die without a burial place.

  It was a shocking and life-threatening test.

  That had been the Ancient Dream Saintess’ daily life before she turned sixteen years old.

  Meng Chao originally thought that the life of Dragon City’s teenagers who lived during the Monster War was already precarious and extremely miserable.

  Compared with the Ancient Dream Saintess, he realized that Dragon City’s teenagers were simply flowers in a greenhouse. He had no idea how happy and stable their lives were before this.

  Following the Ancient Dream Saintess’ river of memories, he continued to move toward the source.

  Meng Chao found more memories that had left the deepest impression on the Ancient Dream Saintess when she was still with her parents.

  In one of the pictures, the Ancient Dream Saintess, who seemed to be less than ten years old, was carefully climbing a cliff with a rope tied around her waist. The rope did not seem to be reliable, and she was in the middle of a mandrake branch that had grown out diagonally.

  There was a bottomless abyss under her feet.

  The howling wind was like the roar of a hungry dragon.

  Every branch around her, including her bones and nerves, trembled amidst the roar and made cracking sounds.

  There was a big, round, and fragrant golden fruit covered in gorgeous patterns in front of her.

  She stood on her tiptoes as her left hand clutched a branch and her right hand reached out with all its might. She had already touched the surface of the golden fruit, which had uneven natural patterns.

  However, the golden fruit was too big. It was one round bigger than her head and three times the size of her tender palm. It was impossible for her to grasp it with one hand.

  In order to successfully pick the golden fruit, she could only release her left hand and pull with both hands.

  The degree of danger was obvious.

  “Throw it over here!”


  Behind her, someone fiercely shouted, “Throw the golden fruit over here!”


  Even though it was buried down in her memory, the voice was still like a poisonous blade with saw teeth and barbs,. It made one feel nauseous and creepy.

  The Ancient Dream Saintess took a deep breath and gently hooked the tip of her foot around the branch. She slowly released her left hand and extended it toward the golden fruit.

  Then, she used all her strength and successfully plucked the golden fruit from the branch.

  “Ah ha!”


  The shouts behind her became more and more excited. “Well done. Run back here quickly and throw it with all your strength!”


  The Ancient Dream Saintess nodded and raised the golden fruit high above her head.

  Just as she was about to use her strength, an accident happened.

  Perhaps she had moved too much, or perhaps the delicate branches at the top of the mandrake tree could not support her and the weight of the golden fruit for a long time.

  With a crack, a few branches under her feet broke.

  The Ancient Dream Saintess, who was holding the golden fruit with both hands, had nowhere to borrow her strength. She fell off the mandrake tree and descended into the abyss.

  Fortunately, the thin rope around her waist saved her life.

  She was suspended in the air, but she kept brushing against and hitting the uneven rock wall. She was covered in bruises.

  However, the golden fruit left her hand and fell into the abyss, disappearing.

  Meng Chao felt that the Ancient Dream Saintess did not feel any sense of relief about escaping death.

  Her memory fragments were filled with fatigue that was even more intense than death.

  On the cliff, her master had already begun to curse—she had squandered the trust that her master had placed in her by giving her the opportunity to pick such a precious golden fruit.

  She had betrayed her master’s trust and wasted a precious resource that the ancestral spirit had given to the Turan people. It was very likely that she would anger the ancestral spirit and bring disaster to her master.

  Once her master pulled her up, he would use the burning thorny whip to whip her fiercely to appease the ancestral spirit’s anger.

  The Ancient Dream Saintess, who was not even ten years old, was indifferent to the approaching whip.

  It was like she was struggling to survive among the hungry war wolves and their bloodstained claws, as well as teeth, in the near future.

  That was just her daily life and the lives of all the rat people who had been bullied and harmed for several dozen million years.

  At that moment when her life was hanging by a thread, the Ancient Dream Saintess did not care about the whip or death.

  Even her bloody wounds that had been caused caused by the impact on the cliff did not take up too much space in her memory database.

  She just narrowed her eyes and sniffed the finger that had just touched the golden fruit.

  If only she had known that the golden fruit would fall into the abyss……

  She should have taken a big bite and tasted the legendary golden fruit.

  After that, there were few memories.

  They were all scenes of the Ancient Dream Saintess wandering around Picturesque Orchid Lake, being bullied and enslaved.

  She had picked golden fruits on the cliffs.

  She had also been sold to a glorious city like Black-corner City and become a trash bug. She had been forced to hide in the dark and smelly underground sewage pipes, where she cleaned up the waste that the clan warriors constantly discharged.

  She had also been caught by private hunters and taken to the deep mountains to act as bait to lure totem beasts out.

  Before she was ten years old, the Ancient Dream Saintess had already engaged in more than a dozen dangerous and heavy jobs. She had tasted the world’s coldness and warmth and experienced pain that even the teenagers in Dragon City might not be able to endure for ten lifetimes.

  The only thing that gave her the strength to continue struggling in this dark abyss that was worse than death and continue living on was probably those fragmented dreams.

  Deep in the Ancient Dream Saintess’ memory database, Meng Chao found many fragmented memories that obviously did not belong to her.

  In some of the memory fragments, she had turned into a majestic clan warrior, who was crazily cultivating or enjoying a sumptuous banquet.

  In some of the memory fragments, although she was still a rat person, she had a warm family. She could lie in her parents’ arms and enjoy a short period of comfort.

  There were also some bizarre memory fragments. They did not even seem like things that happened in this era. Instead, they seemed like fairy tales that happened in a fairyland a long, long time ago.

  Meng Chao’s mind raced, and he quickly reacted.

  That was indeed not the Ancient Dream Saintess’s own memory.

  It was someone else’s dream.

  The Ancient Dream Saintess should have been born with the ability to “sneak into other people’s dreams.”


  However, before the age of ten, her ability had not completely evolved.

  She still could not implant beliefs into the depths of other people’s minds through dreams.

  She could only peek into other their lives through dreams.

  It looked like she had used other people’s rich and colorful lives to illuminate her own poor and painful life to obtain illusory warmth.

  If that was the case, then there was a very reasonable explanation for how the Ancient Dream Saintess was chosen by the mastermind.

  It was very likely that back when she served as a wolf slave and took care of Mount Wolves, she had habitually used her ability to sneak into the mastermind dreams, and the mastermind discovered her uniqueness.

  As though the mastermind had discovered a treasure, he turned her into the Big-horned Rat God’s spokesperson in Picturesque Orchid Lake.

  The Ancient Dream Saintess’ river of memories was about to reach its end.

  Most of the “balloon jellyfish” floating there were dim and hazy. They were missing a lot of details and were even distorted beyond recognition.

  They should be the early memories of the Ancient Dream Saintess before she was five or six years old.

  It was said that the memory storage area in the human brain would only gradually develop after the age of four, allowing the individual to remember some things.

  However, most of her memories lacked sound and images. It was just a feeling of uncertainty.

  Meng Chao frowned slightly.

  Until now, he still had not found any important evidence related to the mastermind behind the Ancient Dream Saintess.

  Plus, the Ancient Dream Saintess’ early memories lacked retrieval and analysis value.

  He did not know how long he could remain hidden in the Ancient Dream Saintess’ memory database, but he had not been discovered by her and the mastermind.

  He could not stop himself from burning with anxiety.

  All of a sudden, Meng Chao noticed that deep in the Ancient Dream Saintess’ river of memories, there was something flashing amid the countless dim “balloon jellyfishes.”


  Chapter 1164 - Memories That Are Hard to Distinguish Between Real and Fake

  EndlessFantasy Translation

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  “What is this?”


  Meng Chao’s consciousness curiously swam over.

  He found that at the bottom of the Ancient Dream Saintess’ memory database, there was a huge and dazzling “balloon jellyfish.”


  Compared with the dim memory cells around it, the “balloon jellyfish” was much more powerful.

  This memory was both clear and extensive. It could be described as being very detailed and unforgettable.

  Moreover, a large number of tentacles grew out of the surface of the balloon jellyfish and connected with the Ancient Dream Saintess’ brain. It continuously sent a large amount of information to her soul.

  “How is this possible?”


  “What’s stored here should be the fragmented and blurry memories of the Ancient Dream Saintess before she was four or five years old.”


  “No one can still remember everything that happened before they’re four or five years old once they’re in their teens or twenties.”


  Meng Chao gathered his subconscious and observed carefully.

  He found that the surface of this particular memory cell was covered in a layer of faint red light.

  It was like a burning flame that was fueled by fresh blood.

  There was a large amount of mysterious and complicated wrinkles that looked like runes rippling out on the flame.

  “This… isn’t the Ancient Dream Saintess’ original memory!

  “It’s a fake memory that someone planted into her brain!”


  Meng Chao’s subconscious suddenly contracted.

  He felt that he had found the key.

  Without any hesitation, Meng Chao immediately released a hair-thin “thought tentacle” from his subconscious.

  He let the thought tentacle gently pierce the imaginary memory.

  It was a colorless world.

  However, it was a vivid nightmare precisely outlined by two hundred and fifty-six levels of black and white.

  Meng Chao, who was deep in the nightmare, heard hungry crows chattering first.

  He saw groups of crows flapping their black wings and circling a village from above, eager to devour the corpses of some rat people.

  The village that was enveloped by the crows had already become a dead area.

  The corpses everywhere were of those who had been infected with the plague and had died miserably.

  There were also all kinds of snakes, insects, rats, and ants, as well as fungi that had been moistened by spirit energy. Their cells were a hundred times more active than their counterparts on Earth. They had invaded the corpses, causing the limbs of the corpses to constantly twitch and their bellies to bulge. It was as if they were still dancing crazily after they died.

  The people who were still alive were also tortured by pain and were beyond recognizable.

  With their twisted limbs and bodies covered in pustules, they dug a huge pit at the entrance of the village like walking corpses and threw their dead loved ones into it one by one.

  They knew very well that with their poor strength and the thickness of the soil, it was impossible for them to dig too deep into the pit and bury bodies.

  After they died, it would not be long before the crows and hyenas dragged out everyone’s bodies and devour them.

  Despite all that, the numb people still dug and buried the deceased, as well as themselves, in vain, because in the face of cruel fate, there was nothing else they could do.

  There was only one emaciated little girl in the whole village who had not been infected with the plague.

  However, she felt a deep sense of confusion and fear in the face of her defaced home, the dead villagers, and the corpses of her relatives who were covered in insects and blankets.

  It was as if an invisible plague had invaded her brain and infected her soul. She had just been born not long ago and had yet to see the world clearly.

  The little girl could only hug a puppy doll made of the most delicate mandrake branches tightly and close her eyes with all her might.

  She naively thought that as long as she closed her eyes long enough, when she opened them again, all the disasters would be over, the dead villagers and relatives would be resurrected, and everyone’s life would be restored to its original state.

  Unfortunately, when she opened her eyes again, an increasing number of villagers, who were living like zombies, were digging next to the grave pit and falling inside, turning into real corpses. On top of that, there were fewer and fewer living people around her. Things were not taking a turn for the better.

  Finally, all the villagers except the little girl died of the plague.

  Other than her sobs as she buried her face in the puppy doll and the bellies of corpses exploding due to the excessive expansion of gas, there was no other sound.

  The little girl finally could not bear it.

  Her faint sobs turned into a wail.

  She jumped to the edge of the grave filled with the corpses of her relatives and villagers, took the tools they had used before they died, and dug desperately.

  She did not know what the purpose of the work was.

  It was just that the edge of the grave was a little closer to her relatives and friends.

  However, those d*mned crows were the best at bullying the weak.

  When the adults were still alive, the crows only dared to hover in the air, never landing. They were afraid that the adults would use a catapult to smash out their brains.

  After realizing that the little girl was the only one left in the village, the crows let out a mocking shriek and flapped their wings. They descended upon the pile of corpses, and they pecked at the corpses’ flesh and blood right in front of the girl.

  “Go away! Go away!”


  The little girl waved a bone shovel made of twigs and bone pieces, trying to disperse the crows.

  Her reckless action angered the flock of black birds.

  Dozens of crows flew toward her and fiercely pecked at her delicate skin.

  In addition, the manufacturing process of the bone shovel was crude, and the center of gravity was too close to the front, causing the little girl to lose her balance when she waved it forcefully. She actually slipped and fell into the grave pit that was filled with hundreds of corpses.

  Corpses piled up like a mountain.

  Crows danced wildly in the sky.

  There were also wounds all over her body that had been pecked out by crows, and she was in excruciating pain.

  All of these added unforgettable details to this memory.

  “Leaf told me that a super plague once broke out in the Ancient Dream Saintess’ hometown. Everyone, including her parents, died. She was the only one who survived and embarked on a difficult and dangerous road of fate.”


  Meng Chao thought, “It seems that this memory was left behind at that time. It’s not complete fiction.

  “However, even if a four-or five-year-old child really experienced the tragedy of her family being destroyed, it’d be impossible for her to remember it so clearly. Even the crow hovering above her head, which was hungry and vicious, is vividly depicted.

  “This isn’t a memory at all.

  “It’s a carefully fabricated imagination mixed with real memories!”


  At that moment, the little girl who fell into the grave in the dream screamed.

  All the crows above her head gathered together and turned into a ferocious black dragon with wings that covered the sky and the earth. Its fangs were interlaced like swords and halberds.

  The black dragon opened its bloody mouth and pounced on the little girl, as though it wanted to devour her and all the corpses of her family members.

  At that critical moment, a?red light flashed behind the little girl, and a scarlet flame shot out.

  The scarlet flame was like a long sword condensed from fresh blood.

  It directly pierced through the black dragon’s bloody mouth.

  It pierced deep into the black dragon’s body through its throat.

  It then stirred up hundreds and thousands of impenetrable sword rays.

  It tore the black dragon into pieces and split it into hundreds of panicked crows.

  These crows flapped their wings desperately, trying to run away like headless flies.

  However, before they could fly into the sky, the long blood sword had already turned into scarlet flames again, catching up with and swallowing them. It turned all the crows into bright fireballs.

  The fireballs that looked like flowers from heaven lit up the black and white world, smearing a strong color on the bleak world.

  The little girl, who had survived the disaster, turned her head back inch by inch.

  Seeing the mountain-like pile of corpses behind her, they also became colorful and dazzling.

  Perhaps because of the plague, all the corpses had a thick layer of fungus blanket on their surface, and all the fungus blankets were given a colorful color.

  Maybe since the corpses themselves were the little girl’s most familiar relatives, friends, and neighbors, they were the only people she could trust and rely on in this world.

  In short, the colorful mountain of corpses did not give the little girl any sense of fear.

  Instead, it gave her a strong sense of security and reliance.

  It was like a real, living mountain.

  “Don’t be afraid, my child.”


  A voice came from the mountain of corpses that was full of vitality.

  It was a very warm female voice.

  The moment one heard it, one would hear curling smoke from the kitchen, a warm stove, and the sweet smell of roasted mandrake fruits.

  The little girl widened her eyes.

  She realized that it was her mother’s voice.

  It was the voice of her mother who had long died in the plague. Her father had buried her with his own hands. Her corpse was covered in a blanket of bacteria, but it was like a layer of colorful gauze. She was still as beautiful as ever!

  “Don’t be afraid, my child!”


  A second voice came from the mountain of corpses that was full of vitality.

  It was a deep, firm, and tough male voice.

  It made one think of hard sweat, hearty laughter, a big and broad back, and arms that were thicker than the trunk of a mandrake tree.

  It was her father’s voice.

  It was the voice that held her tightly in his arms, holding her until she could not breathe, telling her that there was nothing to be afraid of. The plague would soon pass, and they would be able to survive.

  He had spat at the sky and shouted crazily at the pile of corpses, encouraging all the survivors to fight the d*mned plague to the death.

  Yet, in the dead of night, he sobbed silently, biting on mandrake branches to suppress his grief and indignation…… On the day before his death, he had tried his best to speak with the voice of a smiling father!