In the fourth life, when Lin Ming's consciousness gathered once more, he found himself standing on a boundless dark plain.
There was no sun, moon, or stars, only dark purple streams of light flowing across the sky like coagulated blood.
The air was as thick as liquid. Every breath carried a stench of blood and rot. Most terrifying of all were the sounds: thousands upon thousands of low roars, shrieks, doubts, weeping, and mad laughter surged in from every direction, boring into the deepest parts of his soul.
"Look. This is what you desire."
A voice whispered beside his left ear. At the same time, a magnificent palace slowly emerged before him. He wore the imperial robes of the Nine Dragons and sat upon a throne at the peak of all worlds, with the bowed heads of countless living beings beneath his feet.
The illusion of power was terrifyingly real.
Lin Ming could feel the weight of the Dragon Bone throne. He could hear the faint fragrance rising from the dragon saliva incense beside the imperial seat. He could hear the tremor in the air as the officials and mountains cried out, "Long live the emperor."
With the slightest twitch of his finger, he could decide the life and death of an entire star domain.
The Azure Lotus Divine Soul Art circulated on its own, and a half-transparent blue lotus projection emerged from the depths of his soul. Lin Ming closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the palace scattered like smoke.
"You don't like power? Then what about this..." A seductive laugh came from his right ear.
The darkness faded, and he found himself in an immortal realm wrapped in pink mist.
Spirit springs sprayed water, flower petals drifted through the air, and dozens of peerless women walked