Jiangdong Dao Court, Tian Wu Hall.
Emperor Jiayou, who had been operating his Divine Thought alongside the Three Dukes in the court, searching the entire Immortal Pivot for traces of the Primordial Heavenly Demon, suddenly froze.
The next second, he felt his soul sink. What had once been light and ethereal as an Immortal's became heavy and cumbersome, his thoughts plunging into murkiness as countless fragments of consciousness were buried. Scenes from his past flashed by, and before long, the sight before him underwent a world-upending change.
The location was still Tian Wu Hall.
He wore a Dragon Robe and a crown with hanging jade beads, seated upright upon the dragon throne. Everything seemed unchanged, save for the inexplicable weakening of the dharma power within him.
My cultivation... What is going on?
Emperor Jiayou shook his head, only to find his memories in inexplicable disarray. I should be at the Golden Core Middle Stage. I'm not far from becoming a Great True Lord.
Yet now, his cultivation had fallen.
Not only had he become an Early Golden Core cultivator, with his great power vastly diminished, but his control over Roadside Earth had also worsened. It was practically as though he had only just made a breakthrough.
Hm? Wait.
Thinking of this, Emperor Jiayou grew even more confused.
No, I really did just make a breakthrough. I had only just ascended the throne—my imperial brother died suddenly without leaving behind any heirs, so I, a feudal prince, entered the capital to inherit the succession.
But something still seemed wrong.
No, I should be at the Golden Core Middle Stage... Did I remember wrong?
Emperor Jiayou thought with all his might. Yet the more he thought, the clearer his memories became, and the more "awake" he felt. Wrong? There was nothing wrong