Primordial World.
In the Worldline of the first restart.
Without the interference of players.
The flow of the Worldline had remained fairly stable.
Pangu Creation, the Dragon Phoenix Calamity, the Witch-Demon War, the Investiture of the Gods War... all had passed steadily.
The passage of time had now reached a certain point.
A point that could be called the Westward Path.
Great Tang.
Deep in the night.
Within the resplendent imperial palace.
Sounds that seemed both miserable and coyly resistant echoed incessantly from one of the halls.
"Imperial Brother, no!!"
Following that mournful cry.
Outside the room, Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong—towering like iron pagodas, their tough-guy aura rivaling T-800's—wore utterly pained expressions. At the same time, a chill rose from the depths of their hearts, and even their massive bodies unconsciously bent forward slightly.
They dearly wished they could leap inside like gods descending from heaven and rescue Li Shimin from fire and water.
But the fire and water inside were truly a little too much to handle.
At the very least, they felt that they probably could not handle it.
After all, even the Empress had fled overnight.
Shouting that she knew nothing at all.
With the little flesh on their bones, even if they charged in, they could only offer themselves up to feed the Buddha, adding nothing but sorrow and helplessness.
At the same time.
An especially fervent and excited voice rang out from within the room:
"Eat it!"
"Eat it for me!!"
"You have to eat nutrition! You have to eat poison too!!"
"How else could you attain immortality?? How else could you grow???"
"Hahahaha..."
That booming laughter was like a tiger's roar in the mountains, filling the entire imperial palace with dread.
Even the bright moon in the sky hid deep within the