Chapter 1970: Dim Lights, Who is He

Chapter 1970: Dim Lights, Who is He… The sky was like blue waves, and pavilions dotted the ground, resembling a Sect Gate. However, the Sect Plaque above the gate was extremely blurry, making the name illegible. The harder one tried to look, the blurrier it became.

Inside one of those pavilions sat a woman. She looked familiar, very familiar. She bit her lower lip, gazing at the sky, seemingly watching something… Who is she? Who am I? On a vast, boundless land, the sky was dim and dark, and the surroundings were permeated with a bloody scent, as if a war had once occurred there. A woman flew rapidly through the sky, looking panicked and pale. She occasionally glanced back. Behind her, a Cultivator with lustful eyes was pursuing her unhurriedly.

At this most critical juncture, she saw a familiar man seemingly hidden on the ground… Who is she? Who is he? And who am I? In a place where mist resembled a sea, there was a very ordinary Immortal Cave. A man sat cross-legged inside the Immortal Cave, seemingly at the most crucial moment of a Cultivator's Core Formation.

The woman stood outside the entrance of the Immortal Cave. Although her heart trembled with fear, her eyes showed determination. In front of her, many Cultivators were deploying Divine Abilities, attempting to break through the Immortal Cave's Formation to rush inside.

The woman gritted her teeth, constantly changing the Formation in an attempt to resist, until she used up her very last bit of strength. As her body went limp, she found herself leaning against a warm chest.

"I will take you to kill people!"

This single sentence seemed to pierce the Firmament, connecting their affection for a lifetime… Who is she? Who is he? And who am I? Still beneath that blue-wave-like sky, in a Sect that felt familiar yet strange, the woman sat silently inside a Pavilion, holding a Zither. Waves of sorrowful Zither Music echoed through the heavens and earth. It seemed she was about to marry.

However, just as she walked out of the Pavilion to face everything, a man appeared, and using his supreme cultivation, he walked up to her.

That gentle smile made her freeze in place.

She wanted to know: Who is he? Who is she? And who is she herself? A ray of warm sunlight shone into a secluded Mountain Valley where there was a Wooden House. It exuded warmth and cheerful Zither Music emanated from within. The woman held the Zither, gazing at the man beside her, leaning into his arms with tenderness in her eyes.

She seemed very happy… But who is she? Who is that man? Who… am I?

She wanted to remember something, but she couldn't recall anything. Her mind felt hazy, as if she had been asleep for a very, very long time… Vaguely, that tender scene developed a Rift, slowly collapsing and turning into a Sky Curtain where the wind and clouds changed color. Under that sky, the man held a woman, shedding tears and letting out a heaven-shaking roar—a roar filled with agony and containing a promise!

"Even if Heaven wills you to die, I will snatch you back!!!"

In an extremely luxurious Palace room within the Imperial Palace of Dao Ancient Imperial City, a woman lay on a soft bed. This woman did not possess peerless beauty, but she was very pleasant to look at. Currently, her face was pale, her eyes tightly shut, and her eyelashes lightly trembled, as if she were having a nightmare and struggling to wake up from it.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes at some unknown point, tracing down her cheeks and dampening the white pillow.

In her dream, that heart-rending roar echoed—a roar against Heaven, a resistance against fate, and a defiant will against the world and life itself!

This sound made the woman shed even more tears… But she couldn't remember who this woman was, or who that soul-shattering man was… She wanted to recall, yet now, she seemed not even to know who she herself was.

In her dream, she vaguely saw that man appearing beside a Coffin throughout the long years, stroking the Coffin and gently resting his face upon it. His tender appearance made her heart ache… The tears falling onto the Coffin made her feel sorrowful… She felt an impulse to open her eyes, to touch the man's face, and wipe away the tears from his eyes.

In her struggle, everything in the dream shattered. The woman dispersed, and the man vanished into the mist. Everything became blurry.

She opened her eyes.

"You're awake…" A gentle voice came from beside her.

She looked at the exquisite patterns on the headboard of the bed, confusion showing in her eyes. Vaguely, everything in the dream seemed to still exist, but she could no longer clearly grasp it.

Turning her head, she followed the voice and saw a long-haired man wearing an Imperial Robe. Although the man was middle-aged, he was quite handsome and possessed a noble temperament. He was smiling as he looked at her.

"Who… are you… Who… am I…" The confusion in the woman's eyes deepened. A sharp pain shot through her mind, blocking her memories, as if an invisible force prevented her from finding herself.

"I am the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate, the supreme existence of the Dao Ancient Lineage. I am your Husband! And you are Song Zhi, from the Beginning Ancient Lineage, and you are Our Empress!" The man said slowly with a smile. As he spoke, an aura of an Emperor manifested from his body.

"Husband…" As these two words entered the woman's mind, another figure immediately surfaced—a figure howling toward the sky, letting out a painful roar.

That figure sat with her, listening to her play cheerful Zither Music.

That figure held her, whispering the words about taking her to kill people into her ear… That figure… was blurry, seeming to overlap with the Imperial Robe man before her. Slowly, they truly overlapped… However, she felt they were incompatible, and after overlapping, they separated again.

The sharp pain in her mind returned. The woman closed her eyes and, in agony, passed out.

"Tell me, what is the reason for this!" The Imperial Robe man's expression immediately darkened, and he spoke slowly.

"Your Majesty, after Empress Song's Fusion of souls, her body is weak. Her original soul has already intertwined with Your Majesty's remnant soul during the Fusion, which is why there is this current scene of memory confusion.

But this is not a problem. The Empress only needs to recuperate for a period of time to slowly recover. However, her memories will remain confused, which is actually a good thing. Your Majesty can plant a new set of memories for the Empress, which will gradually occupy her mind and become her true memories.

Moreover, this body is very suitable for this soul and can slowly nourish it. Within a few years, this soul can be completely integrated with this body. At that time, even the true body of that remnant soul will no longer be able to contain this soul." Behind the Imperial Robe man, amidst a distortion of ripples, an Old Man appeared. This Old Man knelt on one knee and spoke respectfully.

"You may withdraw." The Imperial Robe man said slowly.

The Old Man hurriedly replied respectfully, transforming into a wisp of smoke and disappearing inside the room, leaving only the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate and the woman present.

The Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate sat beside the woman, gazing at her, a strange light appearing in his eyes.

"The Imperial Advisor once said that this remnant soul could allow Us to become the true Ancient Emperor who unites the Ancient Three Races… The Imperial Advisor deduces the changes of ancient and modern times; his pronouncements are never wrong… Therefore, Our decision to establish this woman as Empress is the best reward for her."

Murmuring to himself, the Imperial Robe man raised his right hand, gently stroked the face of the unconscious woman, and smiled.

"Although this woman is not beautiful, she has a unique charm. I wonder where the Imperial Advisor obtained the remnant soul inside her; the Imperial Advisor refuses to speak about this… But thinking about it, this remnant soul must have been a beauty in life… Perhaps she also had a Lover, and maybe that Lover suffered greatly after her death… Unfortunately, he will never know that this woman is now in Our hands… If We had a chance to know who this woman's Lover was in life, and could see him with Our own eyes, that would be very interesting.

"Perhaps the person has long since died. If he hasn't died, and they meet one day, I wonder if they could recognize each other…" The Imperial Robe man's smile widened.

"We look forward to it… but We suppose that day will never come." The Imperial Robe man shook his head. The right hand that was stroking the woman's face gently pinched her, leaving a Bruise on her face.

The woman's body trembled, as if she felt pain even while unconscious. Tears flowed again from the corners of her closed eyes.

"If it weren't for the rule that the Empress of the Imperial Clan must maintain her virginity at the time of Enthronement/Sealing, We would truly want to make her a woman now. However, there is no rush. After the Enthronement/Sealing, We must properly savor the beauty of that remnant soul after its Fusion with the body." The Imperial Robe man stood up with a smile, flicked his large sleeve, and walked out of the room.

Just as the woman shed tears, Wang Lin, far away at the foot of Ancient Dao Mountain, looked up at the summit, his eyes flashing with cold light.

The Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate clearly did not approve of him, but Wang Lin likewise did not approve of the Ancient Clan. The only person he respected in the entire Ancient Clan was Xuan Luo!

If it weren't for Xuan Luo, Wang Lin would never have come here!

"Three hundred steps…" The silhouette of the Great Heavenly Venerate behind Wang Lin erupted with black and white light, shining brilliantly. Under this light, Wang Lin lifted his foot and suddenly stepped upward!

This step was not just one Stair/Step, but dozens!

The moment his foot landed, Wang Lin stood on the thirty-ninth step. A massive force roared down from the Mountaintop, crashing onto Wang Lin's body, causing him to stagger, as if countless Mountain Peaks were pressing down upon him.

In his eyes, the steps leading to the summit twisted, as if they had come alive, surging like Flood Dragons.

With a cold snort, the outline of the Great Heavenly Venerate Sun behind Wang Lin intensified its light, covering the sky and earth. Amidst the changing wind and clouds, he took another step, leaping forward.

Forty-second step, fifty-seventh step, sixty-ninth step, eighty-third step… Roaring continuously in Wang Lin's ears, he endured the endless pressure and resolutely stepped onto the ninety-ninth step. He lifted his right foot and stomped fiercely toward the one hundredth step!

As his foot landed, the heavens and earth roared. Ancient Dao Mountain seemed to shake. A powerful Oppressive Force suddenly approached, and after crashing onto Wang Lin, it shook his mind, causing blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

This Oppressive Force originated from this mountain, and from the Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate!