When Ye Xingchen took the Parchment Scroll, it seemed to trigger some kind of restriction. The stone chamber instantly transformed into the Main Hall, while the glowing patterns outlined a projection-like scene.
The man seated on the throne and the woman beside him looked remarkably like Ye Xingchen and Xie Lingyao from every angle.
It was incredibly miraculous, incredibly bizarre!
"What's going on..."
Standing within the projection, Ye Xingchen's expression gradually went blank.
Me!
Why was I here?
Could it be, just like before, that I had dreamed my way back into the past again?
Impossible!
Ye Xingchen immediately rejected the thought in his heart.
For no other reason than that this body had been created by the Devil Ancestor. It was absolutely impossible for it to have existed in the past.
As for his appearance in his previous life, never mind whether he remembered it clearly or not—at the very least, there had never been a scene of so many people kneeling in worship!
If it wasn't the past, then could it be...
"The future?"
At that thought, anger flared in Ye Xingchen's eyes.
He could accept people worshipping him in the future, but he could not accept Xie Lingyao, whom he had only just met, sitting beside him. From their clothes and the distance between them, they looked like...
"Greetings, Night King!"
"Greetings, Night Consort!"
The worshipping martial artists shouted again, confirming Ye Xingchen's guess.
"Ah?"
Xie Lingyao covered her mouth in shock.
Mr. Pei was the Night King, and she was the Night Consort. Did that mean they had already gotten married?
They had come to search for treasure, only to witness such a scene. Even someone who had weathered great storms and mighty waves might not have been able to adapt to it.
Whoosh!
At that