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This is the entirety of the past from a previous life.
Sent by Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Longji, to the southern frontier in search of the Celestial Abode and the Method of Longevity, his entire army was wiped out, leaving only him to reach the Celestial Abode and embark on a wondrous journey.
He obtained the Method of Longevity but did not tell anyone. Now, the Celestial Abode is long deserted, and it seems that he alone knows the Method of Longevity.
With his homeland destroyed, he resolutely returned to Li Tang and went back to the military camp. In pursuit of that hidden secret, he aimed to rise through the ranks.
Having fought throughout his life, he harbored an unending desire to kill, having taken countless lives; the blood on his hands could form a nation. His actions instilled fear in many, truly reaching a point where his name alone could terrify people for miles, causing children to stop crying at night upon hearing it.
After a lifetime of warfare and slaughter, his status rose significantly, placing him above thousands. However, even when he became a target of concern for Suzong and was forced to be eliminated, he still could not uncover who was truly responsible for his plight.
Later, having mastered the Yin-Yang Technique, he sought to infiltrate the Underworld and peruse the Book of Life and Death in search of his wife's reincarnation. Yet before that, he discovered the true culprit behind the destruction of the Celestial Abode.
After hundreds of years of pent-up killing intent and hatred erupted, who could stand in his way?
He forcefully entered the palace and seized Zhao Kuangyin's million-strong army; how many in this world possess such audacity?
As his forces invaded the Underworld, the suppressed killing intent from centuries finally found release. The Underworld truly became hellish; relentless battles day and night left countless spirits trembling in fear. For centuries thereafter, the Underworld strictly prohibited its inhabitants from encroaching upon Yangjian.
However, human strength has its limits. Although he single-handedly decimated eighty percent of the Underworld's population with his extraordinary combat prowess, he ultimately succumbed to exhaustion. For a long time after his death, no one dared approach his body even a step closer. It wasn't until many years later that his remains had turned into gleaming white bones when demons came to claim them. Out of respect for his life, they built the Killing King Mound in honor of this king of slaughter, both as a tribute and a warning to future generations not to provoke enemies lightly. The downfall of the former royal family serves as a living example.
This was an extraordinarily brilliant life, filled with legend.
In the darkness, Ye Mingshang couldn't help but be moved. A mere mortal could be so powerful as to single-handedly annihilate an entire demon clan. Terrifying! Truly terrifying! Even that old man at home, who had lived for thousands of years, would probably fall short in comparison.
Suddenly, a thin figure appeared in the dark. Although the face was not visible, Ye Mingshang knew that it was his former self, the illustrious Killer Prince, who had instilled fear in everyone and had nearly wiped out the entire demon clan by himself.
"Did you see everything?" The voice, though aged, was full of vigor; it was a question but also a statement of affirmation.
"I saw it," Ye Mingshang nodded and replied.
"Then how do you evaluate my life?"
"Brilliant, resplendent, yet filled with regrets," Ye Mingshang thought for a moment before speaking.
"Brilliant, resplendent, regrets..." The voice turned somewhat melancholic, then burst into laughter that sounded rather desolate. "Hahaha! Hahaha! Brilliant, resplendent, desolate? Hahaha!"
The mournful laughter echoed for a long time, as if he wanted to vent all his discontent in this manner.
Ye Mingshang did not interrupt him, serving as a qualified listener.
After a long while, the former self finally calmed down. Thoughts raced through his mind like scenes flashing quickly across a screen. In the end, only a sigh remained.
"Ah! I pursued my life for two wishes: one was revenge, and the other was to find Mengyu. Unfortunately, I accomplished neither. Since you are my successor, continue my unfinished wishes. I will gift you my memories from this life..."
That figure transformed into a beam of light and rushed toward Ye Mingshang at incredible speed. There was no way to avoid it; he was struck directly. Many blockages in his mind were opened up, and a brand new door was about to open as the memories of his past life flashed by like a movie.
These memories contained the battle experiences of the Killer Prince throughout his life and included his insights from birth to death.
Gradually, it seemed that with a creak, the door that had troubled him for so long finally opened.
Within his body, the Three Corpses and Nine Worms underwent a qualitative transformation. They were no longer ugly little worms but began a process akin to evolution. Their bodies slowly elongated, their heads started to stretch, and two whiskers danced at the tips of their noses. On their heads, a pair of fleshy horns faintly emerged. They looked surprisingly like a dragon!
Although they had no scales, no claws, and the dragon horns were not fully formed, they appeared more like an axolotl, lacking any of the dragon's majestic aura, resembling just a small elongated creature. However, Ye Mingshang felt that as long as he continued to work hard, one day he could transform them into powerful True Dragons.
He slowly opened his eyes; sunlight dispelled the darkness. Before him stood ancient trees reaching for the sky and flowers blooming all around. The Blue Bird was flapping its wings anxiously, chirping beside him as if sensing he was in danger.
"I'm fine, thank you for worrying about me, little Fellow," Ye Mingshang smiled and patted the Bird's head.
The bird joyfully flapped its wings a few times, chirped happily twice, and finally settled on Ye Mingshang's shoulder as if it intended to make a nest there. Ye Mingshang chuckled softly and did not shoo it away, allowing it to stay.
This place was not some Celestial Abode; it was merely a Feng Shui Treasure Land. Living here did not guarantee longevity; the secrets of immortality had long been lost. Those who came later were destined to have no connection with it all; what they exchanged with their lives was merely a beautiful landscape.
Living in this Feng Shui Treasure Land was indeed a form of wealth, but those accustomed to urban life naturally could not endure the hardships here. Yet for some people, this place felt like paradise, akin to an ethereal realm.
As he took light steps and looked at everything familiar around him, he felt both nostalgia and regret. But the killing intent had faded; past and present merged into one, yet he still dominated this lifetime while the previous one became merely a memory.
Slowly, he arrived beneath several massive stone statues. Even after a thousand years had passed and the outside world had changed dramatically, they remained largely unchanged—only overgrown with many plants due to years of neglect, making them appear even older.
(To be continued.)
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