Chapter 881: Chapter 881

"Though our bloodline shares the same source, you are not my descendant, so we can consider ourselves peers."

Feng Jizi shook his head and said.

"Alright. Then may I call you Senior Feng?"

"That’s acceptable, then I shall call you Little Friend Liu. However, your straightforwardness caught me a bit off guard."

"Are you surprised that I didn’t shamelessly try to associate myself with you?"

Feng Jizi candidly replied.

"I don’t know why, maybe if I weren’t an orphan, I might have shamelessly called you Ancestor."

He scratched his head and said.

He could not articulate the complex emotions within him.

"Hmm. Do you still insist on paying with nightmares?"

Feng Jizi returned to the main topic.

"There’s no other way; though they are private matters, they are also important to me."

"Since that’s the case, come in. By the way, how is the old homeland?"

"I imagine it is, mountains and rivers remain, the flame passes on."

He thought for a moment and said.

"Very good, very good."

Feng Jizi’s tone was full of comfort, and his figure gradually faded.

Liu Zheng took a deep breath and stepped forward.

With this step, the heavens crumbled and the earth shattered.

All around, everything seemed to shatter like flowers in a mirror or the moon in water, myriad bizarre scenes rolling like a lantern parade before his eyes.

The scenes appeared clear, yet upon closer reflection, left no trace.

Indescribable, indefinable, unstaying.

Only myriad emotions clogged Liu Zheng’s thoughts like sludge, making him shiver like ice.

He couldn’t help but cry.

The dream is the fundamental consciousness of intelligent beings; no matter how strong or overbearing a person, in a dream, they become as weak and breakable as a newborn.

Under the nightmares that permeated his life, Liu Zheng’s soul was torn to shreds, yet he couldn’t even cry out in pain.

For at that moment, his mind was beyond self-control, floating in the ocean of the subconscious.

If it was only this, it wouldn’t be much; since it’s a dream, there will ultimately be time to wake up.

All things are born in the dream. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

All things die in the dream.

At most, a cold sweat breaks, and one stares at the ceiling for a while, waiting for dawn, and life goes on.

However, Feng Jizi repeatedly warned that paying with nightmares could not be so simple.

After Liu Zheng was completely immersed in the ocean of the subconscious, those nightmare fragments wriggled with the waves, turning into abstract silhouettes.

Each appeared to resemble Liu Zheng, yet each resembled only parts of him.

Like a group of inept art students, they copied parts of him and then used their imaginations to piece together a whole.

When all the silhouettes were formed, they lined up according to some order, then opened their "mouths."

With a collective inhale, Liu Zheng surfaced from the subconscious sea.

The leading silhouette gently embraced him, in a breastfeeding posture.

Fetuses begin to dream around eight months, and at that time, whether good or bad dreams come from the mother’s body.

Yet when this mother-like entity resembling Liu Zheng extended its female traits to his mouth, both sides receded, turning into sharp fangs.

Breastfeeding is the transfer of a mother’s nourishment to the baby, but now, this mother-like existence wanted to reclaim all the nourishment it had given to Liu Zheng.

Even though he had never been given anything.

Thus, when this sole thing was about to be taken away, even in a dream, he felt immense anger.

Without a physical vessel, golden-red flames engulfed Liu Zheng’s consciousness, turning him into a fiery figure, burning the mother silhouette holding him until it let go.

However, how could personal anger illuminate the sea of my subconscious?

Stimulated, the silhouettes no longer queued but all surged forth.

The more parts they consumed, the more hope they had of becoming true beings.

Liu Zheng roared in anger, the flames surging, his humanoid consciousness swelling into a fireball.

Let others devour his flesh and drink his blood, but not his own dreams; dream on!

Even if his spirit were to suffer great harm, he would not let these wretched things gain an advantage.

Just as Liu Zheng was about to self-destruct, the previously calm subconscious sea once again rose in waves.

A colossal figure ascended swiftly from the seabed, initially as large as a mountain, soon larger than the entire subconscious sea.

A tentacle protruded from the sea surface, coiling around Liu Zheng, and the swelling fireball quickly reverted to human form and extinguished.

A droplet of black milk secreted from the tentacle’s tip, plunging straight into his mouth, embedding deeply.

A serene and peaceful feeling arose, genuinely comforting him with true, unique, supreme motherhood.

"Praise be to our Mother, our Lord, our Origin, and our Return."

"Praise be to the Dark Goddess of Fertility, the Supreme Mother Goddess, the Black Mountain Goat of the Forest, who nurtures countless offspring."

Together with all the silhouettes, Liu Zheng worshipped the gigantic entity, a black cloud-like mass larger than the sea.

Yet just as the deity’s name was about to be fully pronounced, a bamboo ladle extended from the heavens.

First, it collected all the silhouettes, and then it collected Liu Zheng.