A Girl Dies Every Day in Her Dream Life 194

Chapter 194: Clash of Ancient Clans, Revival of the Remains

Nangong Sacred Land.

A hunched old woman leaned back in her recliner, her half-closed eyes cloudy.

She had lived for countless years, nearing the end of her life, only embers remaining.

Forgotten memories surfaced, and with a long sigh, she slowly opened her eyes.

At the same time, several blurry figures appeared beside her, their flickering forms indicating they were just projections.

“Old Nangong, your ancestral land also has problems?” A stern, aged voice asked.

“Just some minor issues.” Great-Grandmother said faintly. “The juniors are handling it well.”

“Juniors… well, Nangong Ling is indeed a junior to you, but she’s about my age.” The aged voice sounded slightly helpless. “Now, the situation in your ancestral land… is happening in all the ancient clans.”

“The Yudu Clan also has the same situation. Over a hundred Foundation Establishment juniors disappeared in the Heavenly Punishment Secret Realm, and there’s also a disturbance in the ancestral land.” A man with a deep voice said.

“The Ouyang Clan is similar.”

“And the Beiming Clan.”

“…”

The six figures present represented the various ancient clans, almost half the power of the Great Thousand Worlds.

But… they were all facing problems.

A certain secret realm discovered a thousand years ago had problems, followed by disturbances in their ancestral lands, and those sent to investigate had disappeared without a trace.

What was even more terrifying was that they had even forgotten about these missing clan members, their memories erased, even their families had no recollection of them.

Until just now, when a turning point seemed to have occurred in the Nangong ancestral land, and the memories returned.

Therefore, the representatives of the ancient clans came to the Nangong Sacred Land to meet with Great-Grandmother, the eldest of the Nangong clan.

Although Great-Grandmother wasn’t from the ancient era, she had lived in the era closest to it, just less than ten thousand years ago.

If not for her mastery of the Law of Immortality and her special cultivation technique, she wouldn’t have survived until now.

The current Great-Grandmother was one of the few in the Great Thousand Worlds who knew the secrets of the ancient era.

When the Nangong Sacred Land showed signs of resolving the crisis, the first thought of the other ancient clans was to seek Great-Grandmother’s guidance. She should know how to deal with these crises.

“This old woman… knows what you’re thinking.”

Great-Grandmother opened her cloudy eyes with effort, her gaze sweeping over the projections. “But unfortunately, I only know the cause of the crisis, but I don’t know… how Ling’er solved it.”

“The cause of the crisis?” The ancient clan representatives were slightly stunned. “Could it be… truly related to the ancient era?”

Great-Grandmother just chuckled, noncommittal.

“Heh… it’s just the sins of the ancient clans from back then, and now it’s time to pay the price.”

“…”

The representatives were silent. Although most of the ancient clan disciples didn’t know about this dirty past of the ancient era, how could they, as representatives, not know?

“…Is it the ancient sects’ revenge?”

The aged voice that spoke first asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Whether it was the cultivation families of the past, or the current ancient clans, they couldn’t compare to the ancient sects.

The ancient sects, united, could kill even Great Emperor level otherworldly demons, while the current ancient clans were helpless even against Saint level otherworldly demons.

Otherworldly demons of this level, those below Saint could only be cannon fodder, and even Saint Realm cultivators risked their lives. How could the ancient clans take such a risk?

The ancient sects were too powerful, so powerful that even now, the ancient clans still worried about their return.

“No, we were very successful back then. The ancient sects were annihilated, completely crushed.” Great-Grandmother said sarcastically.

“But unfortunately, too successful. Don’t forget, the final battle of the ancient era was against a Great Emperor level otherworldly demon… The ancient sects were annihilated before they could even kill it.”

“You mean… that otherworldly demon isn’t dead?!” Great-Grandmother’s words shocked all the ancient clans present. They hadn’t expected that the war from the ancient era was still ongoing.

“We acted too early, and we were too successful. The ancient sects were just one step away from killing the otherworldly demon.”

Great-Grandmother said coldly, “The otherworldly demon revived ten thousand years later, and the Great Thousand Worlds lost more than 60% of its territory, including 80% of the demon race.”

“Otherwise, how could the cultivation families have survived until now, calling themselves ancient clans?”

The main force against the ancient sects back then was the demon race. The ancient clans, besides the Nangong clan, were just traitors.

But the residual disaster ten thousand years later almost annihilated the demon race. After exhausting all their efforts to seal the demonic remains, the ancient clans rose to power.

Each ancient clan’s ancestral land had a separate dimension for suppressing the demonic remains, created by Saint level experts, consuming the clan’s resources, miraculous creations that could exile the demonic remains from this world.

And as a precaution, all memories of the separate dimensions and the sealing were placed within one person.

—Nangong Ming, the only one who inherited the Eternal Life Scripture.

Now, she was known as Great-Grandmother.

Great-Grandmother’s strength wasn’t outstanding because her talent wasn’t good. She had reached her current level purely through the Nangong clan’s resources. Her purpose in life was the demonic remains.

So that when the demonic remains revived, there would still be someone who knew the truth.

Now… the time had come.

Great-Grandmother’s purpose was to reveal this truth.

However, what surprised Great-Grandmother the most was that Nangong Ling had actually escaped from the separate dimension.

The preparations she and the clan elders had made could finally begin.

The other ancient clans didn’t know how to enter the separate dimensions or how to suppress the demonic remains in advance. They could only wait for the remains to revive, until they reached a level they couldn’t control.

“This concerns the safety of the Great Thousand Worlds, Great-Grandmother.” The aged voice said in a deep voice. “Please… help us.”

Unlike the Nangong clan, which had moved to the Immortal Dynasty, the ancestral lands of the other ancient clans weren’t far from their main territories.

Once the disturbance in the ancestral land erupted and the demonic remains revived, their sacred lands would be the first to be affected.

“This old woman is just a useless old fogey. Telling you these things is already fulfilling my duty.” A mocking glint flashed through Great-Grandmother’s eyes. “If I could witness your demise in my lifetime, it would be my greatest fortune.”

The era Great-Grandmother lived in was ten thousand years after the ancient era. The demon race’s influence hadn’t waned yet, and the ancient clans could only live under their shadow.

And then came the revival of the Great Emperor level otherworldly demon. Before suffering any losses themselves, the demon race had sacrificed many humans as cannon fodder.

Among them were disciples of the ancient clans, and also… Great-Grandmother’s friends and family.

Almost all her loved ones died in that battle. What was described casually in legends was an unforgettable pain to her.

In that final battle of the ancient era, the entire Great Thousand Worlds were involved, and the most powerful of the demon race were targeted by the otherworldly demon, countless demon experts dying, until they finally won.

However… even after defeating the otherworldly demon, after ten thousand years, it had already taken root in the Great Thousand Worlds, almost impossible to completely destroy.

Therefore, the ancient clans and the demon race made a pact, each suppressing a part of the demonic remains, trying to erode them until they were annihilated.

Now it seemed that only the demon race had succeeded, but at a heavy price.

Currently, only the southern barbarian lands of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty still had pure demons. In other places, they had almost completely disappeared, leaving behind only humans with demonic bloodlines.

“…”

The ancient clan representatives were silent. They knew the source of Great-Grandmother’s hatred for the ancient clans. They were partly responsible for the past mistakes.

The Nangong clan had never associated with the other ancient clans, nor did they like to manipulate things from behind the scenes like them.

They had even let their most talented descendant, Nangong Ziluan, become the Empress, personally participating in the Immortal Emperor’s conquests, eventually establishing the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty, deeply intertwining themselves with the dynasty.

This was incomprehensible to the other ancient clans, whose primary goal was self-preservation, seeking profits only after ensuring their own safety.

Being deeply connected with another power meant that when that power faced a crisis, they would also be affected. This was a taboo for ancient clans.

“The Yudu Clan is willing to offer three Supreme Samsara Pills to the Nangong clan,” the deep male voice broke the silence, gritting his teeth, his voice pained. “Please, Great-Grandmother… help us.”

The Supreme Samsara Pill was a unique product of the Yudu Clan, able to increase the chances of breaking through to the Sea Crossing Realm. Its ingredients were incredibly precious, the most special being the immortal tree essence that the Yudu Clan could only condense a single drop of every ten thousand years, and even then, the success rate of refining it into pills was less than 30%.

Three Supreme Samsara Pills were almost the limit of what the Yudu Clan could offer.

“Little Yudu, if you think three Supreme Samsara Pills are enough to buy the lives of two Tribulation Immortals, then so be it.” Great-Grandmother said faintly. “I can only advise you, opportunities are limited.”

Although Nangong Ling had completed the first step, she hadn’t completely resolved the crisis of the demonic remains.

Only Great-Grandmother knew this, but in the eyes of the other ancient clans, the Nangong clan had almost solved the problem.

“Six branches of the Emperor’s Radiance Jianmu, Great-Grandmother, this is the Beiming Clan’s sincerity.”

“If Great-Grandmother is willing to resolve the Ouyang Clan’s crisis first, our clan’s human skin masks, I’ll gladly offer them!”

The ancient clans started bidding, each offer far exceeding the value of the Yudu Clan’s three Supreme Samsara Pills.

They weren’t sure how many times the Nangong clan could resolve such a crisis, so they could only try their best to secure their chance.

“Fellow Daoists, don’t be so hasty. Let’s wait for Ling’er to return and then decide.”

Great-Grandmother smiled faintly and waved her hand, dispelling all the projections.

Instantly, the noisy room became silent.

Great-Grandmother’s smile faded, and she sighed deeply.

She sat up shakily and took out a short sword.

The sword was gray, tainted with the greatest enemy of all living beings: withering.

The aura of decay on Great-Grandmother intertwined with the withering, making her face even paler, but she didn’t let go of the sword.

“Ancestor… I apologize for disturbing your rest, but please… help the Nangong clan one last time.”

As her murmured words faded, the short sword shattered, and a wisp of withering silently dissipated into the air.

A faint, almost imperceptible, remnant soul seemed to escape, its destination unknown.

…

Indeed, it wasn’t an illusion.

Nangong Mian abruptly opened her eyes. She could clearly see the sky of the Blood Sea Secret Realm, no longer obscured by the endless mist.

Her earlier confusion was gone, and all her memories returned.

Including… her sister, and the missing Nangong disciples.

“Damn… I actually forgot about Big Sister. If she finds out, she’ll skin me alive.” Nangong Mian patted her chest, relieved. “Fortunately, only Luo Xue and I know about this… it should be fine.”

But how did Luo Xue remember this?

If she didn’t know, she wouldn’t have kept asking about her sister…

“Wait, Luo Xue!”

Nangong Mian quickly sat up, but Luo Xue was gone.

Only a snow-white dagger remained beside her, proof that “Luo Xue” wasn’t an illusion.

“This seems to be Luo Xue’s spiritual artifact… Could she have been completely consumed by withering?”

Realizing this, Nangong Mian shuddered. If that was the case, then that girl… was truly gone…

How could exploring a memory lead to such a thing?

Nangong Mian could only put away the Snow Blade. At least, the bloodline aura on it hadn’t dissipated yet, which meant its owner wasn’t completely dead.

…Right?

But before Nangong Mian could take a few steps, a more powerful change occurred.

The entire island began to shake violently, and a silent roar, carrying the pain and resentment accumulated over countless years, echoed in her mind.

“Ugh…”

Nangong Mian wasn’t skilled in soul techniques, nor did she have Nangong Mengxiang’s ability to resist soul attacks with the Supreme Forgetfulness Scripture.

The moment the impact hit, she collapsed to her knees in pain.

But the next moment, another light flashed, silencing the roar.

Nangong Mian looked up blankly and saw a familiar figure flying in mid-air.

“Big… Sister…”