Walking in the cycle of reincarnation

Chapter 42 Dream Prophecy

Let's take it one step at a time.

Zhang Nanfeng finally stopped thinking about it.

This matter cannot be rushed. At least until he finds that indispensable object, this technique can only remain in his mind and cannot be acted upon rashly.

He carefully folded the scroll and hid it deep in a crevice in the rock, then moved a few pebbles to cover it. By the time he finished, it was completely dark outside the cave.

Zhang Nanfeng crawled out of the hole and looked up.

Where the moon should have been hanging in the sky, thick clouds, as dark as ink, pressed down on the heavens in layers, leaving not a single gap. Snowflakes swirled in the wind, stinging my face with a chilling cold.

Everything is going wrong.

He felt depressed, but he didn't voice his grievances.

Two lifetimes as animals, three lifetimes of reincarnation—when is there a day that goes smoothly? Complaining and blaming others is utterly useless.

He shook his head and then retreated back into the cave.

Having been so tense before, now that I've relaxed, a deep weariness rises from my very bones.

He didn't even blink a few times before he fell into a deep sleep.

......

From the chaos, an ancient voice rang out.

The tone was ancient and obscure, clearly a foreign language of the grasslands. Zhang Nanfeng should not have understood a single word, but the voice reached his ears, each word distinct and clear, as if carved from stone:

"The white wolf is ordained by destiny, the fate of the Northern Plains rests upon it..."

"You are the anchor, stabilizing the fate of this frigid plain..."

"You can't escape...you can't escape..."

Zhang Nanfeng was shocked and wanted to question him, but found that he could not make a sound.

He tried desperately to see who was speaking, but all he could see was a snowfield. At the end of the snowfield stood a hunched black figure, whose face was indistinguishable, except for a head of white hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"Your fate is as cold as frost, it has already fallen upon you..."

Zhang Nanfeng suddenly woke up.

The cave was pitch black; not a sliver of sunlight pierced through the crack in the stone ceiling. His heart pounded, his wolf body was taut like a bowstring, and his white fur stood on end.

Dream?

Since his reincarnation, he has never dreamed. When he closes his eyes at night, it is darkness, and when he opens them again, it is dawn.

But today, he not only had a dream, but he dreamed it so vividly.

Could it be... because last night was the first time you absorbed the moonlight?

Zhang Nanfeng calmed his breathing and recalled the details of his dream.

Bearing the destiny of Kitahara... What does that mean? How did he become the one to whom Kitahara's fate rests?

He was merely an anomaly who survived by borrowing the Reincarnation Platform; how did he become involved with the fate of the Northern Plains?

The more Zhang Nanfeng thought about it, the more a chill ran from his tailbone to the top of his head.

He subconsciously suspected that this was a deliberate trick by the Reincarnation Platform. Was it not enough that the broken stone platform had cast him into the animal realm, that it would also put him in the body of a "white wolf" in this third life, and then put some kind of "fate" shackle on him?

An invisible pressure came crashing down.

He hurriedly calmed himself down and examined himself from the inside out.

The three supernatural seals—the coccyx, the poison glands, and the eyes—remained silent, and no external energy flowed through the meridians.

There was nothing unusual.

But the more he realized this, the more panicked he became.

Could it be... that I was just under too much stress and had a nightmare?

The thought had barely surfaced when he dismissed it. He suddenly remembered that night in the alchemy room in his past life, and that sinister laugh.

It was later discovered that it was an evil spirit within the furnace, another soul within Su Chan's body. At that time, being still young, he thought it was a hallucination, almost causing a great disaster.

There are too many unknowns in this world. Things don't happen out of thin air, and dreams can't just be dreams.

But where's the clue?

I have no clue.

Zhang Nanfeng forced himself to calm down, pressing his chaotic thoughts back to the depths of his mind. Currently, his supernatural powers were unawakened, and his cultivation techniques unprincipled; even if some destiny were to befall him, he would be powerless to resist. Thinking too much would only waste his energy.

He looked up at the crack in the cave ceiling; it was still pitch black outside, not a ray of sunlight filtering through. It seemed it was still early, the dead of night.

wrong.

Zhang Nanfeng's nose twitched slightly, and he suddenly noticed that the bloody smell in the cave was much fainter than before he went to sleep. He leaped to the edge of the stone trough and dipped his claw into the remaining blood in the trough—the blood had congealed into a dark brown scab, and it was icy to the touch, obviously having been left there for a long time.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

I think I slept for more than a day and a night.

Zhang Nanfeng didn't delay any longer and crawled out of the cave. The wind and snow had stopped, the clouds and mist in the sky had dispersed, and a bright moon hung quietly in the middle of the sky, its clear light illuminating the vast snowfield as if it were daytime.

The moon... has returned.

As he gazed at the silver disc, a sense of unease arose in his heart.

Is that dream related to the moon? I swallowed moonlight last night, and that's why I had that dream. Now that the moon is out, will there be any more strange occurrences?

But the moonlight is right now...

Zhang Nanfeng suppressed his doubts, followed the old path to the open snowfield, and curled up to lie down facing the bright moon.

He carefully guided a wisp of moonlight into his body. The cool and refreshing essence flowed along his meridians, and wherever it passed, the three divine power seals trembled slightly, just as before.

No abnormalities were found.

The moonlight is still the same moonlight, gentle and pure, without a trace of impurity.

As Zhang Nanfeng felt the divine power seal within his body gradually dissolving due to the moonlight, he finally steeled his resolve.

That's it.

Forget about fate or dreams, the most important thing right now is to unlock my supernatural powers and survive.

He calmed his mind, drawing the wisps of clear light into his body and directing them towards his tailbone, poison glands, and eyes, no longer letting his mind wander.

......

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

That night's eerie dream was truly like a rootless nightmare, leaving no trace after I woke up.

Zhang Nanfeng wandered around during the day, digging deep into the ground in search of that so-called "resonance object." At night, he absorbed the moonlight, doing so without fail every day.

Fortunately, the seal on the supernatural power is now as thin as a cicada's wing and can be broken at any time.

That night, Zhang Nanfeng lay prone in the same old spot, on that sheltered, protruding rock.

He looked up and saw that the moon tonight was exceptionally round and large, its silvery light several times stronger than usual.

A sense of joy welled up in his heart.

In recent days, he has also figured out the pattern of the moonlight's ebb and flow.

When dark clouds cover the sky, the moonlight is completely cut off, not a single ray is visible; when the crescent moon hangs like a hook, the moonlight is thin, but better than nothing.

Only on the night of the full moon, when the moonlight is at its brightest, is the greatest benefit obtained from unlocking supernatural powers.

But what's most strange is that the moon's phases are completely erratic.

Sometimes the moon was full last night, but tonight it's half-full; sometimes it's dark for three days in a row, but on the fourth day it suddenly becomes full again.

It's as if an invisible hand is casually kneading the silver plate in the sky every day.

Zhang Nanfeng didn't know if this was the way of heaven in this world, or if there was something different about the grassland he was in. He couldn't find out the reason, so he could only swallow his doubts.

At this moment, the divine power seal within his eyes had reached its final stage.

Zhang Nanfeng lay quietly on the snow, the golden threads on his back shimmering in the moonlight, his eyes fixed on the full moon.

He could feel something awakening deep within his pupils.

After tonight, his first supernatural power in his third life will be unsealed.