"Senior brother, it seems like we've been walking for a long time?"
"Junior sister," Yang Wennan said with a slight smile, lying in a pit, "tell me, if I were to kill you right now, would you blame me?"
"I don't want to walk anymore, it's so far, my legs are numb."
"Because you're already dead!"
Wang Xi: "How could I? It's impossible for me."
Yang Wennan: "We just went back to the past. The past us climbed out from here."
"No way!" Wang Xi exclaimed in surprise. "I'm not familiar with this place. You're lying to me, aren't you? Ever since we went to Qingqiu Lake, I feel like you've become different from what I imagined."
"It's worse than before, isn't it?" Yang Wennan closed his eyes, pulling at the gauze beside him. Just as the golden sand spread to his face, his body instantly turned into bones.
Wang Xi sat on the ground; it was so dark that she couldn't see anything.
A pulling force surged from the depths of her soul, and a howling wind echoed through the narrow cave. She felt someone kneeling in the sand beside her, causing the sand to dent.
Wang Xi: "Senior brother! Senior brother! Are you still there?"
The only answer she received was the force pulling at her body, and her own echo.
"Senior brother! Where are you going?" She knelt on the ground, and finally crawled forward in fear.
Jinsha had already touched the skeleton. Wang Xi felt a breath of cold air on the back of her neck, as if someone was babbling in her ear. At first, she was scared, but later she found the owner of the voice in the babbling.
His voice was different from everyone else's. She leaned against the stone wall, and a picture seemed to appear in her mind, a strange picture that shouldn't have appeared in her mind.
From afar, it looks like a painting, but upon closer inspection, you can see that the branches that serve as the painting are actually moving. Time flies by in the picture in your mind, the sun and moon change, and every stroke of the painting is moving. First, it is a flowing totem.
However, no matter how hard Wang Xi studied the totem, he couldn't figure out what it depicted.
"What do you want to tell me?" She closed her eyes and lay prostrate on the sand.
The sound didn't seem to be coming from the back of my neck; it sounded more like it was coming from the sand.
Then the painting disappeared, leaving only a seemingly desolate city wall. The wall was dilapidated, reduced to just battlements, and plumes of black smoke drifted from afar, as if a battle had just taken place.
Soldiers placed one corpse after another where the battlements appeared. Gradually, the corpses piled up higher and higher until the battlements were filled. Then, someone brought mud...
Wang Xi understood; it was a mound of Jingguan (a type of ancient Chinese statue).
She held her breath. The souls sealed in the mud seemed to look at her through a thousand years of time. The landscape was beautifully restored, but even the brightest light couldn't stop the familiar yet strange feeling that rose in Wang Xi's heart.
She was very, very familiar with this place.
She never concealed her identity as a member of the Qianyan royal family; her father even ordered repairs to be made to the walls of the Qianyan capital when she was a child.
The Imperial Advisor was taboo at that time. He didn't dare to remove a single brick or tile, but only dared to order people to reinforce it from the outside. Even now, Wang Xi still remembers the Imperial Advisor's original words.
"This imperial city is guaranteed to remain intact for a thousand years. If you wish to continue living in Mogan City, it is best not to touch a single brick or tile of the city wall. They are waiting for their rightful owner."
"Them? Who are the 'them' that the Imperial Preceptor is referring to?"
"Heavenly secrets," the Imperial Advisor said, pointing to the sky.
The Qianyan Kingdom has zero tolerance for minor sects spouting nonsense about heavenly secrets and destiny, but there is one person who can say such things without the Qianyan Emperor getting angry.
The Imperial Preceptor lived deep within the palace, detached from worldly affairs, much like an ordinary Taoist master cultivating in the court. He always wore a black robe, but his words were always true. He only appeared when the Thousand Yan Kingdom needed him.
"Heavenly secrets?"
"Hmm. Judging from the sky, this city belongs to them; we are just staying temporarily."
The man in the black robe bid farewell to Emperor Qianyan and strolled downstairs. Young Wang Xi tripped and fell while rushing out to get closer to the people. At that moment, a warm hand reached out from the black robe and helped her up.
"Princess, you should still be careful."
"Be careful of what?"
"Many people want you dead."
“I think the person who wants me dead the most is you! You wear a black robe all day long, are you ugly or ashamed to be seen by others? My sister told me that only ugly people are afraid of being seen by others.”
The Imperial Advisor crouched down; he was still a head taller than Wang Xi back then. "Qianyan's destiny is with you; you are the chosen child."
"Selected?"
The Imperial Advisor hesitated, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time and desperately needed someone to talk to, but a lightning tribulation had already appeared in the sky to stop him from speaking.
"Yes!" He glanced warily at the sky, and seeing the thunderclouds dissipate, he took Wang Xi's hand and pressed it against his veiled face. "Want to see?"
"Are you... are you so ugly that you want me to see your face and scare me to tears?!"
The black-robed imperial advisor was both amused and exasperated. "Qianyan does not hold the position of imperial advisor. I am also a cultivator, and I have neither the right nor the ability to threaten the princess's safety."
"Then will you protect me?"
The man in black robes paused, seemingly shocked by his words: "Little princess! One day I will leave you."
She hesitated for a moment, then pressed her fingers to the black-robed man's ear, removed the black veil, and finally saw the man's face clearly.
The scene that flashed through Wang Xi's mind had a profound impact on her; this person...
Senior brother?
How could that black-robed imperial advisor be her senior brother? When she was so young? Her senior brother was already the imperial advisor in the palace?
What exactly happened?
"Then can you stay?"
"No." The thunderclouds in the sky are like a pair of eyes watching over the human world; if you make a mistake, you will be punished.
"Why?"
He pointed to the sky again, "On the day I die, you will remember all the causes and effects in this world. You are no one, and no one is you. Remember my words."
Wang Xi nodded blankly at the time. She saw a small, pale blue flame emerge from the handsome national advisor's hand. "Touch it."
She touched the flame, confused, and then felt dizzy.
In a daze, he heard the Imperial Advisor somewhat cautiously supporting her, his voice low and deep, "Sleep, Princess. There are still many things in this world waiting for you to do."
"Someone! The princess has fainted! Go and summon a physician!" It was clearly the same person's voice, and he was clearly the one who started it all, yet the shout was so urgent.
Wang Xi suddenly realized that she had regained the memory she lost in her childhood in this way. Her hands were behind her back, and there was a blue flame birthmark on her lower back.
She had always thought it was a birthmark, but it turned out to be a mark left by that person long ago. "Senior brother, what exactly do you want to do?"
Naturally, all she received in response was a continuous stream of images.
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