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"Cough, cough, cough!"

The moment Xiao Mo's consciousness left the Book of a Hundred Lives, he began coughing violently.

By the time Xiao Mo opened his eyes, his entire body was drenched in sweat, and even breathing had become extremely difficult.

Only after a long while did Xiao Mo gradually recover.

He recalled what had happened to him inside the Book of a Hundred Lives.

This was his first time failing a tribulation.

The feeling was different from an ordinary death.

His three previous deaths had all been painful, but he had already grown accustomed to them.

Yet failing this tribulation felt entirely different.

Death happened in an instant, after all. At most, there was some suffering beforehand.

But when he failed his tribulation, besides the pain, Xiao Mo could clearly feel his meridians and root bone breaking apart.

His body's instinctive despair at having its path to the Great Dao severed, along with the distinct sensation of his cultivation realm falling, tore through his soul and flesh.

In the end, it had even triggered the Book of a Hundred Lives' protective mechanism, forcibly pulling him out.

"Your Majesty."

Just as Xiao Mo was about to enter the Book of a Hundred Lives again to see what had become of him, Wei Xun's voice came into the study.

"Come in." Xiao Mo took a deep breath, got out of bed, and drank a cup of tea.

Wei Xun hurried into the Imperial Study and knelt before Xiao Mo with practiced ease. "This old servant pays his respects to Your Majesty."

"Enough dawdling. From now on, get straight to the point."

Xiao Mo rubbed the corners of his eyes, his head aching a little.

Xiao Mo wanted to finish experiencing Wang Xin's life before his wedding ceremony.

That was why he