Chapter 32 The Evolution of the Six Senses

The Poison King stared down at the patch of ground covered with fresh mud, its gaze gradually losing focus. It wasn't until the Giant Scorpion of Tongshan began digging with its pincers that the Poison King snapped out of its daze and rushed over to dig with its bare hands.

The damp chill of the earth seeped through the handkerchief into his palm, as if gnawing at his wound. Yet, the King of Poison seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to dig deeper. The deeper he went, the wetter and harder the earth became, the more difficult it was to dig, but as his fingers continued to penetrate, he finally touched something soft and different.

"..." The Poison King's hands had never trembled so much. Even when pierced by heavenly lightning, they remained as steady as a rock, but now they shook uncontrollably. He struggled to control his emotions, squeezed his eyes shut, and followed the soft surface, brushing away the surface mud—

Shinjuku's face was fully revealed. Although it was covered in mud and dirt, it was clear at a glance that it could only be him.

With his eyes closed, Shinjuku's face was peaceful and gentle, as if he were only in a light sleep.

The King of Poison and the giant scorpion worked together to completely rip Shinju from the earth. The King of Poison bent down, lifted Shinju's upper body, and let him lean on his shoulder, then gently wiped most of the dirt off his face with his sleeve.

Silence returned, the wind rustling across the wasteland without making a sound. But suddenly, the Poison King caught a faint whisper.

It sounded somewhat like a person snoring, but extremely faint. After examining it closely, the King of Zhen discovered that the sound was coming from Masakuni in his arms.

It turned out that Shinjuku's nose was blocked with dirt, and the King of Poison didn't hesitate to reach out and rub it out for him. Immediately afterwards, the snoring returned to a calm and sweet breathing sound.

The King of Poison paused for a moment, and the tension in his body suddenly dissipated. He gently tilted his head and pressed it against Shinju's forehead, feeling Shinju's normal body temperature, and completely relaxed.

“…Wake up, Qing’er, wake up,” he called softly.

However, Masakatsu showed no signs of waking up. After being called for a long time, there was still no response. His breathing was steady, but his pulse was extremely erratic, and his heartbeat was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Realizing the situation was still dire, King Zhen reached under Shinju's legs, intending to pick him up and carry him back to the palace for the royal physician to treat.

However, when he lifted the person off the ground, he found that his arms felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds. He used all his strength to straighten his legs and barely managed to lift Shinjuku up.

"..." Looking at the boy's delicate and pretty sleeping face, and feeling the weight in his hand that was completely incongruous with the face, the King of Zhen suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

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When Shinju woke up, the first thing he saw was the canopy of the bed with its carved dragons and phoenixes, then the unfamiliar plain brocade undergarment he was wearing, and finally a woman with a fairy-like temperament standing by the bed. She had her eyes closed, but she noticed his awakening immediately and placed her jade-like fingers on his wrist.

Where is he? Why isn't he in the ground? He clearly remembers digging a hole and burying himself in it. Or did someone dig him out?

He was clearly in a bedroom. The room was furnished with luxury, which was quite unusual for Masakatsu, who was used to the simple dormitory-style rooms.

"Where is this?" Shinju could only ask this "celestial maiden".

This was the first time the woman had ever heard the voice of someone who was unconscious. It was such a clear and melodious young voice, with a soft, cotton-like tone at the end.

She smiled slightly and explained to Shinju, "This is the main bedroom of the Scorpion Shadow Palace. His Majesty usually sleeps here if he stays overnight in this palace."

"!" He's lying on the Emperor's bed? Did he clean the mud off himself? I hope he didn't get the Emperor's bed dirty.

Mayu forgot that he had changed his clothes and suddenly sat up in bed, his movements so swift that the woman was slightly taken aback.

At this moment, Shinjuku noticed that although the woman was facing him, she never opened her eyes.

Knowing that he had seen through her, the woman said softly, "I was born with an eye condition. I can occasionally see some light and shadow, but I can't see anything in general."

"Please wait a moment, Eunuch Qing, Qing'e will go and fetch the imperial physician." After saying this, the woman turned and left, her steps quick and steady, not at all like that of a blind person.

Shinjuku watched her figure disappear outside the door, but strangely, she didn't disappear from his sight.

The doors, windows, and walls were all reduced to mere outlines, and their colors became pale, though not entirely transparent. Qing'e weaved through the various straight and curved, intricate outlines until she reached a side room where four people dressed as imperial physicians were waiting. One of them was Zhao Kelin, whom Masakura knew well.

The voices, facial expressions, and subtle movements of the five people were all so clear.

"..." Shinju's heart trembled. The scene before him was too familiar. Although he had not seen it for quite some time, it was something that had been with him for hundreds of years. There was no way he could not recognize it.

—It is divine consciousness.

His divine sense is actually usable? Could it be that the seal on his Purple Mansion has been broken?

Shinju hurriedly looked inside, only to find that his dantian was still firmly sealed by the twenty-eight layers of restrictions.

He was filled with doubt. How could he mobilize his divine sense without a Purple Mansion? This was completely illogical.

But the next moment, he understood the reason.

Because his secondary Purple Mansion wanted him to know that beneath his original Purple Mansion, a brand new Purple Mansion had risen from the ground, and that was it—the secondary Purple Mansion, a brand new Purple Mansion evolved from the six senses, which could naturally release divine consciousness and move at will.

Shinju was overjoyed and tried to activate his six senses, discovering that the outlines had reappeared. Then, the objects or people he saw not only displayed the original color of their skin, but also the bones, internal organs, and even the flow of meridians and blood vessels were clearly visible. The color blocks representing various states were even more finely divided, becoming faintly visible, with the colors inside and outside the body intertwined but not confused. Therefore, Shinju could peel back the layers and distinguish their true colors from different levels.

"It's so useful!" Shinju thought to himself.

Just then, the imperial physicians pushed open the door and entered, and Zhao Kelin quickly walked up to him.

"Aqing!" Zhao Kelin's voice trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, eventually sliding down his cheeks. He grasped Zhen Su's hand. "You're finally awake! It's been seven days. Do you know how worried I was about you... I was so afraid you would never wake up again."

The other three imperial physicians behind him also seemed very agitated. They had been forced to stay here for seven days and were unable to leave the palace to go home. The emperor's mood grew lower and lower each day, forcing them to be extremely cautious in everything they did, fearing that they would be punished. At the same time, they were also extremely anxious, worried that if Eunuch Qing really did not wake up, they would be buried with the emperor.

"...Seven, seven days?" Shinju stammered. "Seven days have already passed?"

Zhao Kelin and the people behind him all nodded in agreement.

Shinjuku gasped, not expecting that the loss of his six senses would last so long.

After the initial shock, Masakuni realized that he had made Zhao Kelin cry. His tearful appearance made him panic, so Masakuni quickly comforted him, "I'm fine, Kelin, don't worry."

Zhao Kelin realized that he had lost control of his emotions and felt a little embarrassed. He put down Masaki's hand, pretended to casually wipe away his tears, and then took Masaki's pulse.

"..." Zhao Kelin still couldn't understand Zhen Su's pulse; it was always a chaotic mess, so it was clearly not the reason for Zhen Su's seven-day slumber. He had also tried searching through ancient books and studying them day and night, but to no avail.

The other imperial physicians were extremely curious about Masakatsu's miraculous awakening, and they all rushed over to examine him, observing, listening, questioning, and feeling his pulse.

Soon after, the imperial physicians, like Zhao Kelin, were still completely baffled by Masaki's physical condition and could not understand it at all.

Just then, the Poison King returned.

When Shinju heard footsteps outside the palace, he knew someone was approaching. He could sense that the person was the Emperor, but the aura of the other person was somewhat different from what he remembered.

It wasn't until the King of Zhen dismissed everyone else and sat alone by the bed that Shinju saw the King of Zhen's familiar face up close, and he was convinced that it really was the Emperor.

However, how could there be two dragon auras on the Emperor's body?

Yes, he could see the dragon aura. Through his evolved divine sense, Zhen Su could clearly discern that the crimson-purple aura on the Emperor's body was actually dragon aura. It wasn't surprising that the Son of Heaven had dragon aura protecting him, but what he hadn't expected was that this crimson-purple aura actually had two layers, an inner layer and an outer layer. The inner layer was dragon aura of the same origin as the Emperor's, while the outer layer was imperial purple aura of the same origin as the King Hui Formation, which was also a type of dragon aura.

However, these two dragon energies do not merge.

The inability to merge proves that these two dragon energies are not from the same source. In other words, the chosen one of this world's destiny—Emperor Yu Hu—protected by the King Hui Formation, is not the same person as the Poison King before him!

A storm raged within Shinju's heart, his expression shifting constantly. Finally, he looked at the King of Poison with a complicated expression, hesitant to speak.

The King of Zhen noticed Zhen Su's unusual behavior and frowned slightly, asking, "Did you feel unwell anywhere after waking up?"

Suppressing his shock, Shinjuku shook his head. However, seeing the faint dark circles under the King's eyes and the bloodshot veins in them, Shinjuku asked, almost as if possessed:

"Your Majesty, why don't you lie down and take a nap?"

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Author's Note: I won't be updating tomorrow due to file storage issues. I'll update 6,000 words together after 11 PM the night after tomorrow (please keep an eye on me, I'm typing like crazy, 500 words per hour is really painful [crying]).

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