Chapter 315: My Name — Hao Miao Yi Meng

After clicking a few times on the buttons of the mechanical throne’s armrest, a small control panel popped out. 0 proceeded to skillfully input a long string of passwords, followed by a verification process resembling a pupil scan. With a faint “buzz,” a high-tech virtual projection screen finally unveiled itself before the few onlookers.

The image quickly clarified, revealing a young man dressed in a brocade robe, waving at the recording device in what appeared to be a sealed chamber.

He looked to be in his early twenties; while he didn’t have Min Chen’s ridiculously handsome face, he was still rather good-looking, with a scholarly and elegant vibe, somewhat reminiscent of that character from “Fantasy Realm,” but more “modernized.” Instead of a literati, he gave off more of a scientific aura.

As for his race, although it wasn’t immediately obvious, he clearly wasn’t human; after all, he had a pair of twisted horns resembling those of a demon protruding from his head, and his hair was a strange silver-grey, traits unimaginable for any ordinary human.

At that moment, the young man on the screen began to speak.

“Oh, has the recording started? Ahem… long time no see, posh brother. When you find 0 and witness this tape, I’ll likely no longer be in this world.”

“It’s the literal kind of disappearing—perhaps the only beings who could fully recall me, Hao Miao Yi Meng, will be those protected by the world’s will, you, and a handful of extraordinary entities. Even the documented references regarding me will be erased, um… at least that’s what ‘He’ explained.”

“Haha, I bet your face is all long and sour right now, questioning what kind of circus I’m running, huh? Fine, fine, I won’t call you posh brother anymore, how about just Min Chen?”

With a faux casual chuckle, the young man continued.

“Of course, I’m not entirely sure when you’ll find this place. While I did give orders to all Magical Puppeteers to provide relevant clues upon encountering you, I heard you’re currently handling the mess we left in Fantasy Realm, so you’re likely tied up. Hence, I’m leaving this message in this manner.”

“If my plan succeeds, and I become the Light Goddess, Mofuman will probably seek you out. But if it fails…”

At this point, a flicker of worry and gloom passed over the face of the young man — Hao Miao Yi Meng — but he quickly brushed it away, replacing it with a gentle, scholarly smile.

“Now, let’s update the captain on my recent experiences. You know, I took Mofuman out of the Holy Land to find a powerful being who could heal her ‘Soul Damage’ condition, but… I haven’t made any progress for a long time.”

“Soul matters are exceedingly profound; even now, we can barely touch its true core and structure. I conducted many experiments, but all were failures.”

“Mofuman’s condition worsened day by day; the time she spent unconscious due to soul loss extended, sometimes lasting several days, barely waking for a few hours in half a month. I know she can’t hold on much longer…”

“After discussing it with her, I sealed her body with a secret technique to delay true death through a form of fake death, and contemplated a new approach.”

“By going through ancient texts, I discovered that this world, like many originally thought, is seemingly divided by oceans separating the lands. Although there are some… subtle differences in form, that’s not the point.”

“Our current continent isn’t the only isolated island in this world; beyond the distant Eastern Sea lies another civilization.”

“This land is called the Ancient Spirit Realm, roughly the size of half our continent, consisting of four countries spread out across its southeast, northwest, and northeast regions, but they’re not ruled by kings or anything like that.”

“Their rulers are referred to as ‘Saints,’ thus the upper echelons of these four nations are collectively called the ‘Four Saints,’ and the Four Saints aren’t even the pinnacle of the Ancient Spirit Realm. The true supreme existence governing this continent, or organization… is called Lingyin Fairy Island.”

“?”

Upon hearing this somewhat familiar name, Miss Vilyric instinctively fell silent and tilted her head in curiosity.

However, Hao Miao Yi Meng quickly continued without elaborating further on the Ancient Spirit Realm.

“According to descriptions in the ancient texts, Lingyin Fairy Island is a ‘Sanctum of the Immortals.’ Although I’m not entirely clear what this so-called immortal signifies in terms of standard, there are tales of incredible divine abilities to communicate with the underworld and summon souls back. Perhaps that ‘immortal’ could cure Mofuman’s current ailment.”

“I won’t bore you with the lengthy process; in short, after many hardships, I crossed the Eastern Sea, brought Mofuman to the fairy island, and sought an audience with the being known as the Spiritual Fox Priestess, hoping she could lend her compassion to save her.”

Just then, Hao Miao Yi Meng couldn’t help but show a wry smile.

“I initially thought that such an important figure wouldn’t help out for free, so I prepared generous gifts and negotiation terms, willing to offer everything to get her to act. But upon arriving at the island, I learned from one of the Seven Hidden Stars, who guard the fairy island, some utterly despairing news.”

“The Spiritual Fox Priestess wasn’t on the island at all but was out journeying. Even the Seven Hidden Stars didn’t know where she currently was, and as for Lingyin, being an eternal race, their concept of time is something we can’t even imagine. She might not return for hundreds or even thousands of years.”

“I couldn’t wait that long; forget thousands of years. At this rate, even using a secret technique to suppress her would mean Mofuman’s soul would be lost within a century. By then, even the Spiritual Fox Priestess might not be able to retrieve this rootless floating reed.”

“Min Chen, as you know, Mofuman fell into this near-death state of soul loss because she forcibly invoked the world’s protection to unleash the uncontrollable ‘Void Principle’ in an attempt to save us from the furious Flame Lord, exhausting her source completely.”

“Although her identity as a member of the ‘Celestial Spirit Race’ temporarily preserved her life, it merely delayed the inevitable fragmentation of her soul, much like a container with an ever-growing hole—no matter how much spirit medicine or techniques I apply, it merely amounts to a drop in the bucket.”

“Realizing I had nowhere to turn, I found myself plunging into deep despair and confusion. However, one of the Seven Hidden Stars, upon learning about Mofuman and me, offered a suggestion.”

“He advised me to reshape Mofuman’s soul, which in layman’s terms means giving the broken vessel containing ‘Cheese Mofuman’ a new bottle. While ordinary objects can’t repair the soul precisely, switching the vessel might not be entirely impossible.”

“This was undoubtedly a bold hypothesis. I was quite furious upon first hearing it, but after calming down, I had to admit it was the last and only method available to me.”

“But reshaping a soul is incredibly challenging. Even that Seven Hidden Star, whose strength surpasses ours, merely proposed this suggestion and direction but didn’t know how exactly to execute it.”

“Fortunately, Lingyin Fairy Island was quite generous; coupled with some contributions I made upon arriving at the island, they decided to grant me access to the first level of the ‘Fairy Classics Pavilion,’ allowing me to seek feasible strategies from the collection said to belong to the honored Fox God and the Spiritual Fox Priestess.”

“Additionally, since the Spiritual Fox Priestess was elusive, they considered it their fault and decided to give me an opportunity to request a blessing from the God Fox.”

   

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