The Hidden Myth of Ji Dara - Chapter 145

The moment the soul awakened, in the outside world, Dara’s eyes abruptly snapped open, and within it were three concentric pupils…

He looked around a bit in bewilderment and a frown of curiosity before he then looked to his chest and found the head of a lady laying on it, and his body trembled slightly in shock, but then he bumped his hand and looked to his sides before realizing he was within some confinement of some sort…

The scent of several sweet smelling flowers assaulted his nostrils, as he looked towards the flowers and his frown deepened;

‘This flower looks familiar, but I can’t remember where I saw it…’

He thought to himself as he closed his eyes trying to recall where he came across the flowers, and the moment he did that, the root within his mental space abruptly pierced the back of his head as innumerable information flowed into his head, followed by a serious pang of migraine;

‘Ngh! Akh!’

Dara mentally writhed and struggled to stay awake, but the information dump he was receiving was just too immense and diverse that his brain shut down from overworking itself, knocking him unconscious once again…

Then after about another half an hour, Dara’s eyes opened once again;

“Damn, what’s going on with me?”

He muttered to himself as he tried to touch his forehead but realized that a lady had her head on his chest and was sleeping peacefully;

“Who is this?” He managed to free his hand before caressing his temples and squeezing the bridge of his nose…

Then he looked back at the sleeping lady, and though he couldn’t see her face because she had the back of her head to him, he could for some unknown reasons tell that she was a beauty;

“Wait, how do I know that!?”

Dara’s face abruptly froze in shock before he then shut his eyes once again;

‘What’s going on with me?’ He thought to himself with a frustrated sigh;

‘I feel lost, but yet not… I feel happy, but yet sad and angry…’

‘But there is one thing I can piece together; it really feels good to be back-alive-survive-‘

The last part of his thought was voiced by three different consciousness, saying three different things as his eyes widened like saucers;

“Who was that!?”

This time he looked around and spoke with the voice of three different people speaking simultaneously;

His heart jolted in fear as he quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be dead to fool whoever it was that was messing with him; ‘

Tch, so despicable…’

‘Hehe; actually, I find it funny…’

‘Oh, who are you!?’

‘Unh… Who am I? Who are you?’ Two different thoughts bickered within Dara’s mind as a third thought bellowed;

‘What the fuck are you guys disturbing my rest for, who the fuck are you both!?’

‘Eh?’ The first two thoughts were taken aback as they all went silent, taking their time to reassess the situation;

‘Oh, it is you… The body snatcher!’

‘Oh, you are that idiot that poured Grandma Meng’s milk on both of us!?’

‘What were you thinking you stupid fool!?’ One thought yelled at the other;

‘Your father and grandpa are mad, and you are the stupid fool, thief!’

The other blurted back as the third consciousness kept silent, but if one could see it at the moment, they would realize that its brows were twitching intensely from frustrated anger;

‘What are-‘

‘Shut the fuck up!’

The silent thought was just about to ask something when the first two thoughts simultaneously yelled at him, and it was at this point that the third thought finally decided it has had enough of the situation, as the first two thoughts abruptly found themselves being choked by some mysterious force;

‘I am in an extremely foul mood, and I don’t mind obliterating you both… So for the last time, who the fuck are both of you!?’

‘Bear in mind that you are only here because I need answers!’ The third consciousness finally spoke as the second consciousness blurted;

‘No, no no no noooo!’

‘No fucking way!’

‘Fuck!’

It rambled in frustrated anger as the other two consciousness stayed quiet allowing him to finish its tantrum;

‘Are you ready to talk now!?’ The third consciousness asked as the second consciousness sighed in frustration;

‘Fine… I give up!’

‘I am Fei Long, the Devil of the Demonic Lotus Sect!’

‘You might not know what the sect is, but since we are all within this world, you would sooner or later find out about it…’

‘In a nutshell, I was betrayed by my woman who we have been together for fifteen years, who told me she had been screwing with my best friend of twenty years, and happened to be the person who killed me!’

‘But just as they left me for dead, I managed to compress all my powers into my God sense and used my greatest treasure to bypass reincarnation…’

‘But because I didn’t have enough time to find a suitable body, the treasure simply picked one for me at random, and luckily for me, it was a perfect body for me…’

‘A new born child that was born in the most undignified of places with the most dignified bloodline, and natural talent…’

‘It was even much more perfect than the best I have ever seen or heard about…’

‘But I encountered a huge problem… Due to the nature of the child’s bloodline and talent, his soul was rooted deeply into the body and thus it was impossible to be snatched…’

‘Thus, I had to hang around him, bidding my time until he dies and his soul disperses before I can then take over his body…’

‘But as fate would have it, I didn’t have to wait for too long as he only lived up to the age of ten before he fell prey to the conspiracy of the very people he thought were his kin…’ The Second Consciousness briefed;

‘So, you were stalking me all along and couldn’t help me when I was in need!?’ The Third Consciousness blurted in rage;

‘Cam down kid… Souls are either supposed to be in a body within the physical realm, or in the spiritual realm where they originated from…’

‘Those who don’t fall under any of the two categories would find themselves in constant danger by both man, the heavens and the hells…’

‘If I had helped you, I would have revealed my presence and position, and then, those bastards who thought I was dead would have spotted my location, come to kill me, and most likely wipe out this eyeball and everyone living on it, just to keep all of it a secret…’

‘Eyeball? What eyeball?’