After returning to the palace and bathing, Xiao Mo sat cross-legged on his bed again.
With a thought, Xiao Mo entered the Book of a Hundred Lives once more.
The first thing Xiao Mo did upon returning to the Book of a Hundred Lives was try to recall certain things from reality.
He could remember many things, but certain matters alone seemed to have been sealed away. No matter how hard he tried, he could not recall them.
This was indeed different from his first three lives.
During those first three lives.
When he left the Book of a Hundred Lives, although matters such as the cultivation techniques he practiced within it grew hazy under its protection of his Spiritual Sense, he still broadly remembered the people and events.
But in this life.
When he left the Book of a Hundred Lives, he remembered nothing.
Even after he returned to the Book of a Hundred Lives, it stripped away some of his memories of reality.
Xiao Mo suspected this was another mechanism by which the Book of a Hundred Lives protected his soul.
"Forget it. I'll stop thinking about it and deal with it later."
Xiao Mo shook his head.
Even if he spent another ten days or half a month thinking about it, he would reach no conclusion. For now, he could only take one step at a time.
Day after day passed within the Book of a Hundred Lives, and Xiao Mo remained in the Imperial City.
Apart from his childhood, these were the most comfortable, carefree days Xiao Mo had ever spent.
Every day, Xiao Mo read or practiced his spear techniques in the courtyard. He also often returned to Xiao Manor with Si Yao to share a meal with his mother.
Qin Siyao visited Xiao Mo's