The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"What's wrong with her?"

Jiang Zhiyang frantically waved his arms in front of Bai Chan, but she didn't react at all, as if the two people in front of her were just a wisp of air.

"It seems that Bai Yang and Bai Tao did not come back to find Bai Chan back then; their mission was over."

"So, she can't see us now?" Jiang Zhiyang was still not giving up. He tiptoed behind the little fox and gently patted her shoulder. She turned her head away immediately.

"That scared me to death! Didn't you say you couldn't see?" Jiang Zhiyang held his breath, patted his heart, and squinted to examine Bai Chan closely. He saw Bai Chan looking around at something before getting up and going back into the house.

"Waaah~ I really can't see her! She turned around and scared me! Hahahaha~" Jiang Zhiyang deliberately made a funny face to tease Yu Qingjun.

Since the little fox was injured, Yu Qingjun has kept silent. Seeing her good friend's past experiences, it must be hard for her to feel cheerful.

"We can only watch and see what kind of life she lived before I met her."

Jiang Zhiyang firmly held Yu Qingjun's wrist between his fingers. "Relax. No matter what, she left Linmengyuan later, didn't she? Didn't she still become that lively and carefree little fox? Don't worry."

……

The days away from relatives, friends and lovers are always lonely. Bai Chan tries hard to forget everything from the past, and personally strangles her longing for Mangya along with that innocent self.

However, memories kept coming back to him, and the desolate place was gone. Without the nourishment of the Nightmare Beast's spiritual power, the illusion he created had also disappeared.

Whenever Bai Chan looked up, a brilliant red glow seemed to spread across the dark sky, warm, romantic, and novel, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the horizon.

Silence, emptiness, repetition—the little fox was becoming more and more like the former Mangya. She tried her best to ferry living beings across the river, and when she had nothing to do, she would sit on that big rock and gaze at the river view. However, back then, Mangya only had emptiness in his eyes, while Bai Chan would quietly shed tears.

The hatred was intense, so cruel. Day after day, year after year, the divine core of Mangya gradually merged with Bai Chan's body. Feeling the continuous power, she recalled the man cowering on the bed, in unbearable pain.

It's all fake, all fake. In Mangya's eyes, during the time she cherished most, she was just a clown trying to save a god with her years of cultivation. How ridiculous, so ridiculous.

The wind tousled her hair, and she laughed loudly, laughing at her own naivety, her foolishness, and her self-delusion. She laughed at herself for still feeling sorry for him, pitying him, and fearing him in her loneliness, even though she hated him so much, and for enduring this torment at this moment.

The little fox closed her eyes, a light, floating sensation washing over her. It was as if she had split apart. Inside that body, there was an innocent fox cub weeping incessantly because of her lover's departure; there was a mature and rational Bai Chan, filled with resentment for her lover's deception; and there was the stern and unsmiling Mangya, who continued to endure loneliness as always. They did not blend together, pulling and tearing the little fox apart, splitting her into one piece, then two...

"She, she..." A sour feeling stuck in her throat, and a bitter taste filled her mouth. Yu Qingjun wanted to hug her, but only the cold wind passed through her outstretched arms.

……

Time flows by, and everything before my eyes is like a fleeting cloud, with Bai Chan's figure everywhere.

She poled her long boat, ferrying all living beings across the river. The masses formed a long queue, endless and without end.

She split wood to make a coffin, and nailed the body, which was eight parts similar to Mangya's, into it, one nail at a time, until it was dead inside.

She diligently practiced physical skills and studied magic, using her divine core to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, causing a new tail to grow behind her, covering her scars.

She drew her blade against the enemy, and with each swift stroke, every nightmare beast attempting to break through the barrier and enter the dream world perished beneath that bone sword.

She was all-powerful, able to command the wind and rain. With a wave of her hand, the broken walls and the red veil from that wedding day melted away, and the barren land was transformed into fertile soil, with skyscrapers rising everywhere and everything renewed.

Time rushed by like a torrent, and the scene before their eyes changed in an instant. Jiang Zhiyang supported Yu Qingjun, struggling to walk. The dizziness expanded uncontrollably and rapidly. Finally, his vision blurred, a buzzing sound rang out, and everything disappeared into chaos.

The slightly fishy, ​​cold wind was gone; the bustling boats on the river were gone; the dark sky dotted with stars was gone; and the love-hate entanglement between Bai Chan and Mang Ya seemed to have been separated by a great distance.

……

"Ugh~" A wave of nausea, like the dampness after the rain, surged from his stomach. Jiang Zhiyang got up and covered his mouth, startling a ripple in the pond.

Before him, Yu Qingjun lay still peacefully, while the little fox that had revealed its true form had now returned to human form, quietly resting in Mangya's arms.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Zhiyang asked without even looking up, his voice a mixture of concern and disgust. He bent down and carefully brushed away the wet strands of hair from Qingjun's face, then helped her sit up and let her lean against his lap.

"I've always been here, I've never left." Mangya's voice was soft and gentle, clearly not in the mood to talk to Jiang Zhiyang. He gently wrapped his arms around Bai Chan's body, feeling the softness of her body. This was the first time he had hugged her in many years since they were separated... while she was still unconscious.

"Heh, you've never left. I'm asking you, after we parted ways at the border of Linmengyuan that day, did you ever go back to look for Bai Chan?" Jiang Zhiyang raised his head, his contemptuous and angry gaze piercing the man with only a pretty face.

"Of course, I return to Linmengyuan every day to watch her from afar, to see her ferrying across the river, to see her fall into a deep sleep, to see her diligently cultivating, to see her no longer sad, but growing stronger and more powerful." He traced the little fox's features with his gaze, and indeed, she was still as fresh and young as when he first met her.

"I underestimated her. She is far stronger than me. Not only did she comprehend the mission of the Dream God, but she also expanded the boundaries of the Dream Abyss. She escaped the cage on her own and did what I could not do... She is a fox, after all. She knew all along that I was with her, but she refused to give me a chance to atone and ignored me..."

"What are you chattering about, you liar?" Listening to Mangya's mutterings, Jiang Zhiyang rolled his eyes again. "Atoning, huh? The damage has already been done, what's the use of atonement?"

"Well said." The voice, usually full of energy, was unusually low and hoarse. Bai Chan woke up and calmly broke free from Mangya's embrace. Ignoring her own weakness, she took Yu Qingjun's hand and took her pulse.

"Thank goodness, Qingjun is alright." The little fox relaxed her brows and revealed a look of joy. She lowered her head and pressed her forehead tightly against Qingjun's cold hand.

"Lord Bai Chan, why hasn't Qing Jun woken up yet?"

"She was forcibly infused with spiritual power that didn't belong to her, and she's still a bit weak. But it's alright, she'll wake up. However, before she wakes up, there's something very important I need to tell you."