Across Three Hundred Years and Several Generations, Such a Monstrous Talent Was Never Seen Again

My name was A-Si.

The Si of Yousi Sword.

Three hundred years earlier, even in the Cold Palace Imperial Realm, I had been a figure whose name rang like thunder.

Back then, I had a name of my own: Yue Gongsi.

But the Holy Emperor Clan replaced its generation every hundred years. After three generations, few people still remembered my full name. Not even Yue Gongli did.

Why? There was no other reason. In that struggle for the Holy Emperor's heir, I lost and became a shadow.

Shadows had no names. Yue Gongqi called me A-Si, and in time, everyone called me A-Si.

And I could no longer call him "A-Qi," "A-Wife," "Qiqi," "Kiki"... and so on.

Being the shadow of the Holy Emperor's heir was exhausting. I had to handle every trifling matter within the clan. Gradually, I grew old, bent, and lost my taste for jokes.

Because everyone's fixed impression of a shadow seemed to be cold, taciturn, merciless, and bloodthirsty?

Then so be it! My ceiling had been permanently locked at the Demi-Saint level. I could never attain the status of Holy Emperor in this life.

At first, I had still been eager to try. Later, I simply lost all ambition. My life had come from the Cold Palace Imperial Realm, so I would sell it back to the Imperial Realm.

Over the centuries, the other Holy Emperor Clans changed through several generations, and their shadows had changed through several rounds as well.

In this regard, should the Moon Palace Clan be called barren of talent, or should one say Yue Gongqi truly was a formidable ruler? He had been Clan Head for nearly four hundred years.

Naturally, so had his shadow.

Sixty years ago, I tactfully mentioned something concerning Yue Gongqi's descendants and the future of