Although Crow can be unreliable at times, Qingmu knows they never let you down when it matters. In terms of Mental Power, the cat might not be weaker than the Crow, but the Crow a veteran of both battles and love affairs. This bird has more than just strong Mental Power as a special ability. Plus, it has a mouth that can wear down even the Bi Shenghua. It shouldn't be difficult for it to keep the white cat calm.
Qingmu stepped into that dark realm with a sense of security.
After a brief period of emptiness, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a low-lying area with sparsely planted crops and a few low houses that looked like rural houses from decades ago.
Qingmu remembered seeing this place when he entered Mama Yao's dream. This should be Mama Yao's hometown; she lived here with her grandmother when she was a child.
The distance was hazy and unclear, but the doors of several houses were open. Qingmu stepped across the depression and went straight into the houses.
A woman sat inside, dressed in an elegant blue floral cheongsam, with a beautiful face and graceful demeanor.
Qingmu felt the woman looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that her appearance bore a resemblance to Yao Jingjing, but she was clearly neither Yao Jingjing nor Mama Yao. Moreover, this woman possessed a trace of residual Mental Power, meaning she wasn't the Mama Yao had dreamt of, but rather a consciousness with independent will, like the cat. However, her residual consciousness was extremely weak, not as strong as the cat's.
"You've finally arrived," the woman said.
Qingmu asked in a daze, "You knew I was coming?"
The woman said, "Someone will come eventually; it will be someone else, if not you."
Qingmu said, "Since you knew someone was coming and you were waiting, why did you have the cat guarding the outside and preventing anyone from coming in?"
The woman said, "Only by overcoming the white cat's protection can I find the person I'm waiting for."
Qingmu seemed to understand something and said, "That cat... you tamed it?"
The woman nodded and said, "Yes."
"Are you Old Madam Cuan?" Qingmu remembered that Mama Yao had mentioned that their surname was Cuan, and that it was the same as her grandmother's. This dream should be Cuan Family Village.
"Old lady?" The woman paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "That's right, that's right! I should have known better. By the time you arrived, I would be very, very old. My granddaughter might even be old by now!"
She laughed for a while, then said, "My name is Cuan Yifang of the Cuan Family of Cuanzhou, and with me, the line ends. I have no choice but to guard what our ancestors entrusted to us. Now that you have arrived, I can leave."
Qingmu asked, "What are you guarding?"
Cuan Yifang smiled and said, "I can't tell you yet, because I don't know if you're the one I'm waiting for. I have to test you again."
What will be on the test?
"Look at this, what is it?"
With a gentle wave of her hand, the young Old Madam Cuan conjured a transparent triangular pyramid in mid-air.
Qingmu didn't understand what it meant and stared blankly, feeling something was very strange.
The triangular pyramid slowly rotates, radiating energy in concentric rings from its apex, forming a flat surface like rippling water.
Next, this layer of water, like a mirror, reflects a triangular pyramid, which connects with the vertex of the triangular pyramid below, forming a symmetrical mirror image.
Qingmu immediately thought of the symbol of the Awakeners' Alliance. He had seen the triangle with its two vertices connected more than once, but this was the first time he had seen it in such a three-dimensional form.
" The Awakeners' Alliance?"
He was slightly excited and couldn't help but use his Mental Power to gently touch the two triangular pyramids.
Perhaps it's because the two levels of space are different, but the triangular pyramid on top is much darker in color than the one below. The one below is transparent, while the one above has a golden hue.
However, Qingmu soon discovered that the golden color was not the natural color of the triangular pyramid, but rather that the pyramid itself was filled with fine yellow sand.
Smack
Stimulated by his Mental Power, a slight energy fluctuation occurred, and the apex where the two triangular pyramids were connected collapsed, revealing a small hole. The yellow sand inside the upper pyramid began to flow into the lower pyramid with a rustling sound, forming a thin vertical line.
Qingmu was stunned. Wasn't this the hourglass model that Professor Mei had discussed with him?
The sand in the upper triangular pyramid decreases, while the sand in the lower triangular pyramid increases. When the amount of sand in the lower pyramid exceeds that in the upper pyramid, the energy fluctuations on the plane connecting the two pyramids become increasingly intense. Before long, the two pyramids twist and switch positions.
The triangular pyramid with more sand went to the top, and the one with less sand went to the bottom, with the sand continuing to flow from the top to the bottom.
Of course, this is in a dream. There is no real gravity in the dream space. The so-called up and down is just a concept. But visually, this is what Qingmu sees. It is a bit like a sophisticated mechanism. It is subject to a buoyancy-like effect. When the force balance between the two ends changes, it will turn upside down.
Imagine throwing a half-filled gourd into water. The heavier part will sink to the bottom, while the empty part will float. But if there were a mechanism to pump water from the inside of the gourd to the top, the gourd would tip over when the weight of the top exceeds that of the bottom.
After the two triangular pyramids were turned upside down, unlike before when the bottom pyramid was empty, both pyramids now contained sand, though the top one contained more. So, after a short while, the amount of sand in the bottom pyramid exceeded that in the top pyramid, and the two pyramids turned upside down again.
In this way, the two triangular pyramids kept turning in reverse, and the time between the transformations became shorter and shorter, until finally they became like Windmill, spinning and spinning.
Perpetual motion machine?
Qingmu knew that creating such an effect in a dream wasn't difficult, because dream space didn't follow the physical laws of the real world. But without such memories, how could he create something like this in a dream?
Who exactly is this young and beautiful Old Madam Cuan?
"Are you with the Alliance?" he asked.
Cuan Yifang smiled and nodded, "You've come. I can finally leave."
Qingmu noticed that the Old Madam Cuan's remaining Mental Power was weakening, so he quickly used his own Mental Power to protect her and asked, "Wait, why are you waiting for me? What is hidden here?"
Cuan Yifang said, "You don't know?"
Qingmu shook his head; he truly didn't know.
Cuan Yifang said, "Then ask away, but I may not be able to answer. I am just a remnant of my own consciousness; I left some memories and obsessions in my granddaughter's mind. I can't tell you everything."
Qingmu knew that Cuan Yifang was right. When this old lady was dying (or perhaps even earlier), she used some magical method to separate a part of her consciousness and seal it in a dream space of her granddaughter, Mama Yao. Therefore, this part of Mama Yao's memories could not be retrieved, because this dream space did not collapse at all, but was hidden and became a dark area.
"What have you hidden here?" he asked.
"This is a key that our Cuan Family has guarded for generations."
"Key? What key?"
"The key to unlocking the Holy Land."
What Holy Land?
" Awakening Sacred Land "
What is the Awakening Sacred Land?