The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Need to Repair the Primordial Spirit Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Need to Repair the Primordial Spirit All was silent, and Little Taotie slept soundly, clutching a fluffy bear dressed in a brand-new pink outfit.

In her dream, she saw Bai Bai Little Beast lying quietly in an ice coffin made of ice blocks, eyes closed.

Above the ice coffin hovered a huge phantom, resembling the enormous form of Bai Bai as a Fierce Beast, its body covered with totem-empowered patterns. Its eyes seemed to contain the power of the cosmic galaxies, intimidating to behold and inspiring fear.

The phantom’s claws were filled with countless specks resembling starlight or fireflies, causing the ethereal claws to solidify.

The War God reached out to touch the ice, as if he were carefully touching Bai Bai Little Beast.

“Once your Primordial Spirit is nurtured, you will awaken,” the War God removed his helmet. Tao Ti wanted to see his face clearly, but the icy mist obscured her view, making it indistinct and impossible to discern.

She could only vaguely see the War God kiss the ice coffin before putting his helmet back on.

The war horns sounded, and the War God looked deeply at the ice coffin, “I will avenge you.”

Tao Ti saw the sky suddenly begin to snow, covering the ice coffin. Bai Bai Little Beast inside was no longer visible, and the massive phantom began to fade everywhere except at its claws.

She did not know how much time had passed, only that the snow had stopped and started again, back and forth for a very long time.

A mournful cry echoed through the air, followed by a tolling death knell.

Sobs reached her ears.

All things mourned, all things wept.

She ran toward the direction of the death knell, but she couldn’t escape the icy, snowy landscape. Everything was a blur of white, and perhaps because she had been staring at the white for too long, her vision blurred, and she tripped over something. She lay on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time.

A profound sorrow enveloped her; even though she was clearly aware that it was a dream, the sadness was overwhelming. She lay crying in the snow like a helpless small beast.

“Get up,” someone picked her up.

Tao Ti’s eyes were teary as she reached out and touched a mask.

“Horse-Faced Vidyaraja?”

“You’re not entirely dull.”

“This is my dream, how can you be here?”

“Your Horse-Faced Bell rang. Even if this is your dream, I can appear here.”

“I didn’t shake the bell, nor did I call your name.”

Touching the Horse-Faced mask, he awkwardly said, “I don’t have a good memory. I forgot to tell you that if you’re in danger, the Horse-Faced Bell will ring on its own during a critical moment. Maybe you were too sad, and it mistook that for a critical moment.”

Tao Ti tilted her head, looking at this unreliable man.

Although she couldn’t see the person clearly, her eyes brightly conveyed the words ‘unreliable.’

First, he forgot to tell his name.

Then, he appeared hurriedly in an emergency and left quickly.

Next, he forgot to take the old man Ghost and had to appear again to take him.

The few times they met, he always seemed to carelessly forget things.

Facing the young girl’s skeptical and ‘unreliable’ filled gaze, Horse-Faced Man awkwardly said, “It’s a minor oversight that doesn’t affect the bigger picture, don’t mind it.”

Tao Ti, not being one to trouble others, did not continue to stare at him but turned her attention back to the direction of Bai Bai Little Beast, where the vast phantom seemed even more transparent.

“Is this your true form?” the Horse-Faced Man asked, following her gaze.

Tao Ti nodded.

“It’s quite cute.” Horse-Faced Man chuckled lightly, “To awaken your true form, your Primordial Spirit needs to be restored. Your spirit’s phantom is too transparent; it will need quite some effort to repair.”

“Restore it? Can you make it more tangible?” Tao Ti tilted her head and asked.

Horse-Faced Man rubbed her head and answered, “The power of Merit and belief can solidify the Primordial Spirit.”

“Are those specks of light like starlight, the power of Merit and belief?”

“Yes.”