Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 121 - 82 Her Dream_2

Chapter 121: Chapter 82 Her Dream_2

At that moment, Wang Jixuan noticed the flickering candlelight in the intersection of light and dark fragments.

For Lingtong at this instant, she was akin to being in a light sleep, quite weak, and could faint at any moment.

She was immersed in the dreamscape constructed by these fragments.

The content of the fragments split into two halves, the left side was Wang Zheng, and the right was Mu Liang. These were two different dreams.

Full of questions, Wang Jixuan couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

...

The scene on the left carried a somewhat somber attribute.

Wang Zheng, who was forging, heard footsteps from behind, turned around, stepped back two steps, and showed a panicked expression, using the hammer to shield his chest.

"Put it down," she said somewhat domineeringly.

Wang Zheng put down the hammer, bowed his head to look sideways, showing an embarrassed expression.

She took slow steps towards him, her slender fingers lifting Wang Zheng’s chin.

She calmly stated, "Not bad, you’ve been working hard. I’ll reward you by having dinner with me later."

Wang Zheng shyly responded, "Yes, commander."

The scene on the left continued to unfold; the dream went on.

...

The picture on the right was rather sunny.

At a gala of the "Three-Year Victory Celebration of Humanity", on the second-floor balcony of a fairy-tale castle, Lingtong, dressed in a bridal-style cocktail dress, was smiling warmly at the smartly-dressed Mu Liang in front of her.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

Mu Liang nodded with a smile, tenderly gazing at her, and said in a robust voice, "There are other worlds suffering from Blade Beast invasions waiting for me to save them! Thank you for being with me through these tough years! Together, we overcame the Ultimate Emperor Level Blade Beast!"

She smiled tenderly, her eyes brimming with reluctance, and raised her prosthetic arm covered with synthetic skin in a military salute.

Mu Liang returned the salute with a smile, as a beam of light shone from the sky illuminating a fresh cloud above.

Mu Liang spread his arms and softly said, "Want to venture into the cosmos with me? I can take a companion along, as per the interstellar civilization’s agreement."

"Mmm."

She gently shook her head:

"The war may have ended, but the revival of human civilization hasn’t, and Spiritual Ability Users might still pose a threat to humanity. I need to stay behind to keep them in check, and to rebuild our human homeland with my own hands."

"Then, farewell, my love."

Mu Liang’s body was drawn upward by the beam of light, slowly rising, and disappeared in a flash.

She rushed forward two steps, extended her mechanical arm, but only grasped at the air, then, feeling loss, she bowed her head, touched her abdomen gently, and said softly:

"Don’t be afraid, Mom will take care of you. Dad has just returned to the M8848 Star System Nebula. We need to continue fighting for the future of humanity."

Outside the castle, the grand music of strings echoed, and Lingtong’s lips curved into a sweet smile.

...

Wang Jixuan, having seen this, had his forehead lined with worry.

Putting aside the laughable parts of the dream, dreams are often absurd and are a construct based on memories;

To speak solely of Lingtong’s spirit!

Even in her dreams, she thought about defeating the Blade Beast, rebuilding human civilization, and sacrificing love to contribute to humanity.

How noble!

Boundless love!

But how come in the left scene things are getting handsy... why is that Wang Zheng always acting demurely, dodging, and even getting suppressed!

Please, dreams should have some limits!

Heavenly Venerable Wuliang!

If such a thing were happening, would a Daoist be so passive? I would surely counterattack!

Cough, stay calm.

Wang Jixuan gathered his mind and focused on the task at hand, his silhouette cautiously approached the candle flame before beginning to transfer the soul power.

This soul power was extracted from the group of humans’ souls corroded by evil Qi, purified of impurities and returned to its original state. He himself bore the backlash of the souls’ miscellaneous thoughts, sending the softest power into the candle flame.

The candle flame instantly swelled to the size of a fist.

Lingtong was immersed in two dreams, and now she felt a longing and hope for the future, as the absorption of the soul power went smoothly.

Soon, the candle flame grew to the size of a basketball.

At this point, Lingtong’s soul had reached its limit of endurance, and external forces could no longer contribute much.

Wang Jixuan slowly opened his eyes, his sword finger left her temple, and in passing, he sealed the tiny wound on her temple.

With his mind slightly relaxed, Wang Jixuan’s Qi suddenly broke, his body drenched in sweat, and his lips turning somewhat pale.

It was too late to leave the room.

Wang Jixuan found a chair nearby, sat cross-legged, his fingers rapidly touching various points on his body, while the red line on his forehead began to recede, but cries of agony sounded beside his ears.

Assaulted by ghosts?

Tsk.

Daoist Dao Heart was solid as a rock, how dare minor external demons act recklessly!

...

Lingtong hummed lightly as she opened her eyes from unconsciousness.

Her head, which had been aching faintly for months, now felt incredibly light; not only was her mind clear, but her hearing and vision had also improved significantly, and her breathing was more at ease.

What happened?

Lingtong glanced down at the combat suit on her body, the armor on her legs and waist still not removed, and her ponytail was as she had tied it.

Recalling the two dreams she had just had, a very faint blush swept across Lingtong’s bright and fair face, quickly returning to her usual cool and calm expression.

Just a dream;

It had been a long time since she had dreamed.

A faint sound of breathing came from nearby.

Lingtong turned her head to look, and saw Wang Jixuan sitting nearby with his eyes closed.

Puffs of visible black Qi surrounded Wang Jixuan, continuously swirling and then being driven away by streaks of green light, evaporating.

In this moment, Wang Jixuan emanated a deep sense of weakness, from the inside out.

What happened to him?

Lingtong carefully rolled out of bed, turned on the scanner in her mechanical arm to confirm that there were no injuries on Wang Jixuan, and that his organs were functioning normally, then she tiptoed out of the room.

The supply station was now very lively, as Zheng Shiduo had already rushed back with Wan Xiaoqi.

A few minutes later, having changed into a nightgown, Lingtong returned to the room, leaned back against the door, and tilted her head to look at Wang Jixuan’s figure.

She heard the embellished stories of the others echoing in her ears.

Just now...

Zheng Shiduo exclaimed with excitement, "Oh my god! You really missed it, Lingtong! As soon as he heard you had passed out, Wang Zheng charged back without a second thought! He even encountered four blockers on the road! Guess what? Wang Zheng roared, ’Burn, my little Heart!’ and burst into action! Just one move, only one move! I don’t know how he did it, three Level Spirit Ability Users were instantly downed... What did it cost him? Ah, I really can’t say, but we Spiritual Ability Users, when we burst, it’s usually a huge strain, it hurts all over my body for half a month every time I use my Ultimate Emperor Level move."

Wan Xiaoqi, still shaken, patted her chest, "When I said the officer had passed out, Wang Zheng, who had been dealing with the Blade Beast corpses, had a terrifying look in his eyes, as if he was about to devour that Blade Beast, there were even blood traces in his eyes!"

And Combat Girl Chi Snake, full of amazement, added, "How did he save you? When you came back, your organ indicators had already begun dropping rapidly, that’s the spiritual attack that we Half-human Mechas fear the most. I was almost about to contact the Cremation Committee for you, it was simply unbelievable."

And Zhou Zhengde’s reflection, "I guess, if I were injured, he would also rush to save me... probably."

Lingtong pursed her lips and opened her eyes, for a moment not knowing what to say.

Wang Jixuan was still in a state of meditation, with a significant amount of black Qi still around him.

Lingtong’s gaze moved from Wang Jixuan’s lips to his forehead, then to the side.

She took a deep breath, calming herself down, carefully moved a chair beside Wang Jixuan, and sat down; she turned on the projection screen on her left mechanical arm and began working.

"I would also fight desperately for you... once, twice... as many times as needed..."

Lingtong whispered.

For her, the most important thing now was to return the favor tooth for tooth against evil and hostile forces.