It hurt!
His memories swelled.
His head tightened slightly too, as though a golden hoop had cinched around it. Xu Xiaoshou felt a faint ache.
In that brief instant, he had lived a hundred kinds of lives, passed through ten thousand cycles of Reincarnation.
From common mortals below to ancient Ancestor Gods above, the span of time was immense, the span of space equally vast, and there was no logic to it whatsoever.
He had only just emerged from Kui Leihan's life when, for no reason at all, he was thrown into the Daughter Kingdom, becoming the male favorite of the kingdom's ruler... who had seduced a demon monk.
The Dragon Ancestor's majesty still blazed before his eyes; how could tens of thousands of years of life be so easily forgotten? In the blink of an eye, he had received an experience card for the Phoenix Clan's utterly defeated life as well.
Among the Ten Seat Holders, he had briefly toured experiences such as Ba Zunan's and Cao Shen's.
Among the Seven Sword Immortals, he had also speed-read fragmented glimpses of You Mei's, Wen's, Rao's, and others' pasts.
Yet these histories of struggle, whether real or false, belonging to people he knew, were secondary.
More importantly, there were the fifty-odd lives of all manner of ordinary people amid the countless faces of the mortal world. Flooded by such absolute quantity, Xu Xiaoshou felt them to be incomparably real.
Complete, genuine lives! At certain moments, he had even forgotten his own existence, throwing himself wholly into the roles of those mortals.
Tenant farmers battered by wind and snow, merchants who had built fortunes from nothing, wandering swordsmen roaming the martial world...
"The myriad faces of life?"
When Xu Xiaoshou snapped back to himself once more, he immediately searched within to see