Feng Yan's single sentence kept Yin Ming awake all night.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't stay up all night for anything strange.

However, thanks to Feng Yan, Yin Ming finally had a reason to 'sleep' alone in the study.

Although Lingyao was unaware of the profound meaning of the saying "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold," that did not stop Yinming from locking him out.

Anyway, it's just an excuse, and someone else is taking the blame, so why not?

As for how Lingyao will view Feng Yan, that's beyond Yin Ming's consideration—it's Feng Yan's fault for being so talkative; it's time for him to experience the harshness of society.

Don't worry, Lingyao won't do anything to Fengyan. If he does, Yinming will stop him.

Well, it's hard to say whether we can stop them or not.

Don't panic, this isn't a big problem right now.

There are more important things to consider now, such as the first chapter of the First Emperor's Diary that Yin Ming has just translated—

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I carefully reflected on my past and found that the first twenty years of my life didn't seem to have anything worth remembering, because from birth to college, everything I did was arranged by my parents, and I lived a life in an orderly manner.

If I had to ask if there was any turning point in my life that changed everything, it would be that I wrote my first novel.

My rebellious phase seemed to come later than anyone else's—it wasn't until after I graduated, when my parents even had to arrange jobs for me, that I finally felt a little rebellious.

But I'm used to being a coward, and the only thing I dare to do is vent all my dissatisfaction in the novels I write, letting the characters I create do the things I want to do but dare not do in my place.

Surprisingly, my novel attracted a large number of readers. I never imagined that so many people would like me, which made me feel deeply flattered.

At first, I enjoyed this feeling, but gradually, I came to understand the ancient saying, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

The affection of others is like a deep pool; it can carry my little boat gently forward, but it also constantly brings me the pressure of potentially capsizing.

I started to feel anxious and fearful. I began to think about the plot day and night, and even started to write a lot of filler articles in order to keep updating and not disappoint everyone.

As a result, I became increasingly unsure of what I was writing, and people became increasingly disappointed in me. The comments section was filled with more and more insults, and I became increasingly afraid to read the comments.

I've forgotten how I came into this world. I only remember that when I uploaded the new chapter, several readers were commenting on when the big boss would finally appear. In my panic, I knocked over a glass of warm water that was next to my keyboard.

Is it lightning in the real world? Or is it thunder and lightning in this world? In any case, when I first arrived here, the body I was attached to seemed to be undergoing a tribulation.

Unsurprisingly, I, an ordinary person who had transmigrated halfway through the journey, failed to overcome the tribulation. Heavenly lightning struck me down from the sky, and beside me fell several strange, dark, and light stones.

The body I possessed was that of a dragon that only existed in myths and legends. The place where I fell was a corner of a dense forest, which coincided with a fragment of my novel. I had reason to suspect that I had transmigrated into my own novel and become one of my characters—Long Cheng.

So after that, I always used that name, and looking back now, it feels pretty funny.

Although my parents were overly controlling, I understand that everything they did was for my own good, and I have missed them every moment over the years.

I don't know how I am in the real world, but I still want to go back. I've been looking for a way to return to the real world, but unfortunately, after so much time, I still have no clue.

Speaking of that strange stone, I've actually wanted to go back to the place where it fell a long time ago. I came into this world from that place, and maybe I can go back to my original world from there.

The location is probably about fifty miles east of Mount Bugui. I'll write it down here so I don't forget it later.

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After reading the entire diary in one go, Yin Ming put the Xuan paper back on the desk and rubbed his temples to try and dispel some of the fatigue from staying up all night.

This diary entry confirmed some of his previous suspicions, and the information recorded in it was indeed very important, making his painstaking efforts to translate it overnight worthwhile.

Yin Ming had never heard of this "Mount No Return" before, and had no idea where it was.

And what does "let me create a character to do what I want to do but dare not do" mean? Does it mean that everything Lingyao does is what he wants to do? I didn't realize this guy had antisocial personality disorder.

That makes sense; people who are oppressed for too long are bound to go crazy.

Yin Ming turned around and took out a map of the God and Demon Continent from the bookshelf. He searched it carefully, but found no place related to those three words.

Looks like I'll have to ask someone.

Why not use your mouth if you have one?

After storing the original diary and its translation in his spatial ring, Yin Ming stretched and got up from his study. He planned to go back and rest for a while before asking Elder Mo for more information.

Not wanting to go out, he saw Ling Yao standing quietly in the corner under the eaves. Only when he heard the door open did he manage to lift his stunningly handsome face and look pitifully at Yin Ming.

His hair was still covered with fine morning dew, and it was impossible to tell how long he had been standing there.