Chapter 1488: Chapter 872: The Emperor’s Memory
What Ye Zui saw was the fifth life of Chu Yezui and Sui Yi, yet it wasn’t the memory of that emperor. So, what about the others?
Could all they see be their past and present lives?
Why is this?
Because of obsession. Compared to the life of the emperor, if one is inherently obsessed with their past life, they can only see their own...
Gong Jiu and Flower Demon were carefree, having no intersections with Sui Yi in past lives, nor any unforgettable matters, so when they thought about seeing ****, they saw...
Gong Jiu was full of black lines seeing a certain buddy on the bed making passionate love with some woman...
What the hell! What happened to Sui Yi’s inappropriate for children content?
But why does this woman’s face look so much like...
Gong Jiu was stunned for a while, then sighed softly.
She recognized this woman. She was the one who brought them into the adventure business, like an elder sister. But many years ago, during a very dangerous underground adventure, she died to protect Flower Demon.
She fell into that huge chasm, leaving only her shouting.
"Go, don’t look back..."
At that time, Flower Demon hadn’t become a good lace... Although her personality was sharp-tongued, it was far less extreme than it is now.
Gong Jiu, though shrewd in actions, was rather oblivious in emotions. Back then, she didn’t realize there were emotional entanglements between Flower Demon and that sister... And now the woman fooling around with Flower Demon wasn’t that sister, just a bit similar... The resemblance in outline.
Yes, every woman Flower Demon found afterwards was almost similar to that sister in various aspects.
While Gong Jiu was in a daze, she realized Flower Demon had already gotten out of bed, not even glancing at the person in bed. She just pulled a cup close, sat at the bedside, lit a cigarette, took a drag, lowered her head in front of Gong Jiu, hiding a tear at the corner of her eye.
Life, ah, it can’t be redone.
Dead is dead, regretted is regretted...
Gong Jiu remained silent, thought for a bit, then gently touched Flower Demon’s head, sighing softly: "No wonder you often act crazy, turns out you’ve had such a heavy trauma. From now on, you can push me around a bit more, I’ll... I’ll... won’t hit you."
Everyone has a secret buried deep in their hearts, perhaps it’s a sun, or maybe a devil.
Gong Jiu suddenly felt somewhat fortunate that her greatest devil was directly strangled by Sui Yi back then.
Being carefree has its own advantages too.
Only fools have fool’s luck...
Alright, Gong Jiu saw a live palace scene.
Su Zimu saw Mo Ke, and Mo Ke saw Su Zimu, the two looked at each other.
"Yours?"
"Yours?"
"Obviously not."
"I also think not."
The two exchanged smiles, then simultaneously looked toward the enormous palace.
This place absolutely doesn’t belong to any ordinary world, because of the vast palace bureaucracy and grand architecture, along with the enormous sculptures...
And the two majestic giant beasts on the sides of the square, chained by iron.
The giant beasts sat like Kirins, majestic beyond compare.
The ground was covered with dragon stone carvings.
Nine tiers of steps, twenty-four steps per tier.
Su Zimu and the other looked at each other, then together stepped onto the steps, knowing they were merely intruders in the memory of this Monarch. As they ascended these steps in their Soul Bodies, they felt the essence and vastness of that ancient dynasty.
Two hundred and sixteen steps in total...
They climbed these steps one by one, seemingly watching the ancient noble clans and bureaucrats of that era adorn their emblem patterns symbolizing status and authority, ascending these nine tiers step by step to worship their Monarch...
Finally, they reached the two hundred and sixteenth step.
There, they saw an immense square smooth as a mirror, standing a large bronze tripod, at this moment with no incense burning.
Because of the light rain drizzling, soaking the entire palace, also dissolving a misty veil over the smooth, clean ground.
Such a vast square, apart from the palace with tightly closed gates, there were only dragon sculptures coiled atop columns several dozen meters high...
This... doesn’t seem like the main hall of any royal palace, otherwise there wouldn’t be a single guard, nor any plants, desolate and ethereal as if it were the dwelling of a solitary Immortal from the heavens.
Yet everywhere exudes dignity and authority.
But upon a closer look, in the very center... there knelt a person.
Su Zimu and Mo Ke were both stunned.
Sui Yi?
No.
It was a boy, no, it should be a teenager.
The youth nearing adulthood, with a Feather Crown binding his hair, long ink-black hair hanging down his back, becoming even more inky at the ends as they were wet... clad in tight white brocade, kneeling there, hands resting on his thighs, back straight, like a tender yet resilient young pine breaking through the soil on a rainy night.
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