High-End Game

Qin Empire Ming jolted on the spot. Who could withstand this?

A faint, ethereal voice had actually greeted him from the deepest reaches of his subconscious.

When he had traced his past before, all he had seen were scenes from his childhood. Now, it was as though someone were receiving a guest in real time, speaking directly with him.

Had he developed a split personality? Or was there an "Evil Root" hidden deep within his soul, housing some monster?

In that mysterious region of his subconscious, Heavenly Light poured down from above. The dense mist slowly parted, while auspicious vapors billowed upward, creating a magnificent spectacle.

A Golden Palace stood in solemn grandeur, as if bathed in morning glow. Its roof tiles were covered in gilded gold, its jade walls rippled with clear radiance, and its open vermilion gates were steeped in hazy auspicious light—majestic and sacred.

Qin Empire Ming had jolted before; now his scalp went numb.

Could it be that he was someone with Past Life Wisdom?

He truly found it hard to accept this cruel reality.

In his understanding, all that had come before was illusion. Only the present life was real.

He absolutely did not want any ties to the past. Otherwise, he always felt as though evil ghosts from an ancient era would latch onto him.

At once, killing intent surged from Qin Empire Ming. Pure Yang Consciousness wove divine patterns as he advanced toward the Golden Palace, Yellow Gauze Canopy Umbrella in one hand and a snow-bright Exotic Metal Blade clenched in the other. What he feared most was seeing a figure inside—some decrepit old man from a previous life sitting there.

The vermilion gates stood wide open. Looking inside, he found no evil ghosts. The Golden Palace was empty, save for a Purple