Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 956 The Power of Divine Dreams

Jing Yu had originally thought that it would be very difficult to reverse Ming Yutai's consciousness in this dream, but now it seems that things have taken a turn for the better and there is a glimmer of hope.

Ming Yutai herself was a product of a political marriage. Her biological parents probably did not have much of an emotional foundation, which led to mutual resentment. The less enlightened Madam Ming was even misled by her inner demons.

It is not difficult to deduce that Ming Yutai must have naturally disliked political marriages.

All it takes is to secretly fan the flames...

Jing Yu had already figured out how to proceed...

He could easily rely on his limited divine dream power to create a unique character within Mingyutai's dream.

This person was once Madam Ming's white moonlight. Before marrying Ming Xiao, she belonged to this person, but the two were forcibly separated due to the arranged marriage.

Later, when Madam Ming had a secret rendezvous with this man, Mingxiao found out, and the Tianmang Sect was furious and executed the man.

From then on, Madam Ming and Mingxiao harbored a secret grudge and never spoke to each other again... In the end, it turned out that Madam Ming was possessed by inner demons and delusions, which led to her death.

Jing Yu only needs to strengthen the causal connection between the tragic death of the "White Moonlight" and the "Mrs. Ming's inner demons" in the dream, and continuously give Ming Yutai psychological suggestions.

The death of her mother must have been an indelible trauma for Ming Yutai, and the only way to prevent this tragedy was to save Madam Ming's beloved.

This logical chain, under Jing Yu's constant hints, will be deeply engraved in Ming Yutai's subconscious.

But in reality, Madam Ming had been dead for countless years, and Ming Yutai had no chance to reverse the past.

But faced with the same regret, Ming Yutai, overwhelmed by intense emotions, is very likely to choose to protect Ling Xiao at all costs!

This is the only thing he can do to make up for his regrets.

Jing Yu carefully reviewed the situation and felt there weren't any major problems. Calming herself, she looked at Ling Qishuang and asked:

"Fellow Daoist Ling, how long will the effects of your bewitching incense last?"

Ling Qishuang shook her head: "Uncertain... If we do nothing, Ming Yutai may sleep for several days, but if Ming Yutai's soul fluctuates violently, then this time will be greatly shortened."

"For example... he just cried, which is not a very good sign."

Ling Qishuang walked to the side of the sleeping Ming Yutai and suddenly slapped him twice across the face.

"What are you doing?" Jing Yu asked in shock.

“If I keep slapping him like this, he might wake up prematurely after hundreds or thousands of slaps,” Ling Qishuang said with a grin.

Jing Yu rolled her eyes: "I can understand human speech! You don't need to demonstrate it to me."

Ling Qishuang's face revealed a hint of vengeful pleasure as she laughed, "Don't worry, my bewitching incense is extremely potent; these two slaps won't make a difference."

"I hope so."

Jing Yu shook her head, cursed the stupid woman under her breath, and then calmed her mind and fell asleep again.

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When Jing Yu opened her eyes again, the familiar vermilion water corridor came into view once more.

He looked down at himself—still wearing that light yellow maid's dress, he was still [Xiao Huan] this time.

Almost exactly the same thing happened. Another maid behind Jing Yu nudged his lower back and whispered:

"Xiao Huan, don't just stand there! Madam's throwing a tantrum again! She's probably broken a lot of things. This isn't the time to slack off; we need to hurry over and clean up the mess..."

"Oh, okay."

Jing Yu responded and walked towards the courtyard where Madam Ming was with more than ten maids.

While traveling, he deliberately lagged behind the group, silently circulating the Divine Dream Law as he went:

"A creation of the gods!"

A seven-colored light flowed in Jing Yu's palm, and the next moment, a scroll appeared in her palm.

He slowly unrolled the scroll and discovered that it depicted a handsome young man holding a wooden sword.

The young man looked remarkably like Guan Lingxiao, with six or seven points of resemblance. In addition, he was a sword cultivator, and apart from his perfectly intact eyes, the two were extremely similar.

"The power of the Divine Dream is far too little... It must be used wisely."

The power of Divine Dreams is the power generated by activating the Divine Dream Laws and consuming a certain amount of one's primordial consciousness.

This power, in a sense, can change everything in a dream.

However, since Jing Yu essentially invades other people's dreams, the divine dream power he can use is extremely limited. At most, he can only create things out of thin air and produce some small objects out of nothing.

The portrait scroll in front of him, which looked exactly like Guan Lingxiao, was an object that he had created by consuming almost one-tenth of his divine dream power.

Immediately, Jing Yu conjured up some communication talismans, which contained the love words between Madam Ming and the "White Moonlight".

He forged some of the "letters" exchanged between the two.

"Later, secretly place these things in Madam Ming's bedroom."

Jing Yu thought to herself, "Ming Yutai will most likely see this... which will deepen his impression of her."

He quickened his pace toward Madam Ming's courtyard. Along the way, his divine thoughts stirred, and the power of his divine dreams was activated. The scroll and communication talisman in his sleeve gradually revealed traces of time.

This is a crucial step—to make these artifacts look like they are ancient objects from thousands of years ago.

As they passed through the moon gate, Jing Yu deliberately tripped.

The scroll slipped out of the sleeve and "coincidentally" rolled to the feet of an old woman who was pruning flowers.

Jing Yu's eyes flashed, and she used all the remaining power of her Divine Dream at this moment to insert a piece of [memory] into the mind of the old woman in front of her.

"This...this is?" The old woman picked up the scroll, her cloudy eyes suddenly widening.

Her trembling fingers traced the boy's face in the painting, and she suddenly lowered her voice: "Little girl, where did you get this?"

Jing Yu feigned panic: "I found it... while sorting through old things in the storeroom. Does Granny recognize the person in the painting?"

The old nanny's expression shifted, and she finally sighed, "It's Guan Jianxian... the lady's back then..."

She suddenly fell silent, glancing warily around: "Quickly put it away, don't let the sect leader or the madam see it..."

Just then, a crisp sound of porcelain shattering came from deep within the courtyard.

The old nanny snapped out of her daze and hurriedly shoved the scroll back into Jing Yu's hands: "Quickly! Today is... the anniversary of Guan Jianxian's death, and the lady's emotions are most unstable..."

That would make it flawless!

Jing Yu put away the scroll, a slight smile playing on her lips. The massive amount of divine dream power that had just been poured in had successfully altered a portion of the old woman's memories.

[Guan Jianxian], a person who never existed, now left a trace in Mingyutai's dream.

"Tsk tsk, the power of divine dreams is indeed invincible in dreams... If this were my own divine dream realm, with a massive amount of divine dream power poured in, I would be a god-like being in the divine dream realm."

Jing Yu sighed inwardly and quickly caught up with the group. Now all he needed to do was successfully place the scroll and the communication talisman into Madam Ming's bedroom, and this dream journey would be considered a complete success!