I never would have imagined that my past life had been a king.
Although this Yan Kingdom was not part of the history I knew and existed in another-dimensional space, he had still been a king.
What I understood even less was that he had been a tyrant.
Hearing Zeng Dajiang say that his hands were soaked in blood and that at least a third of Great Yan Kingdom's people had died at his hands made me feel even more ashamed.
As a king, he had not cherished his people. On the contrary, he had constantly caused slaughter and treated the lives of the common people as worthless. I felt ashamed to have such a past life.
Had he really been my past life?
I cultivated the Dao of Reincarnation through a hundred lifetimes. By rights, my nature in every life should not have been bad. So why had such a past life appeared? Even more absurdly, after dying once, he had actually refused to repent. Was he determined to go all the way down this dark path?
Or did he have too much faith in the person who had resurrected him?
But aside from looking somewhat like me, whether in temperament or moral character, he was practically incompatible with me. How had such a past life emerged? And among my many past lives, were there many more like him?
If that were true, then hadn't I caused far too much harm to this world throughout my reincarnations? Thinking of that, I could not help feeling guilty.
I looked at Zeng Dajiang. "Were not all my past lives like me?"
"Of course not. If every one of your reincarnations were identical and monotonous, what meaning would reincarnation have? Every life of yours had its own personality, its own experiences, and