White Emperor of Heaven, Childhood Experiences Exposed!

Dai Mubai raised his hand and gently rubbed the head of the pouting Xiao Wu in his arms, his movements as tender as if he were stroking a ruffled kitten.

"Parallel worlds have thousands of possibilities."

"It is precisely because of the contrast with the mediocre that the strength of the powerful is made precious, is it not?"

"Let him kneel if he wishes."

"I, however, only care about conquering this world."

These words were spoken with effortless calm.

Yet, they carried a sense of detachment, as if looking down upon all living beings.

In an instant, the anger in the hearts of the women was quelled.

That's right.

Why bother getting angry at that piece of trash?

Their Emperor was destined to be an existence that surpassed even the God King!

Just then.

The golden light above the Sky Screen surged once more.

[The comparison continues!]

[White World: White Emperor of Heaven--Dai Mubai, childhood experiences!]

The scene shifted.

It was finally the White World's turn.

The first thing to appear was, once again, the scene of his birth.

The Star Luo Imperial Palace was magnificent and resplendent.

The Old Emperor laughed heartily, bestowing rewards upon his ministers.

This scene was almost identical to that of the Black World.

Next came the scenes of his early childhood.

He grew up surrounded by a crowd of palace maids and eunuchs, living in luxury with the finest food and clothing.

Seeing this.

The people on the Black World side, who had been feeling somewhat stifled, immediately acted as if they had grabbed onto a life-saving straw.

"Tch!"

Ma Hongjun was the first to jump out, pointing at the Sky Screen and mocking loudly:

"I don't see any difference at all!"

"Wasn't he also born with a silver spoon in his mouth? Wasn't he also waited on by a crowd of people?"

"In my opinion, it's just the pot calling the kettle black!"

Tang San also curled his lips slightly, the trace of unease in his heart dissipating significantly.

It seemed that in these so-called parallel worlds, the starting line was the same.

Since the starting line was the same, the trajectory of their character development shouldn't be much different either.

"Everyone, just watch."

"I expect that next, he'll be playing in the mud and skipping classes too."

"He might even be naughtier than the one we have here."

Everyone in the Black World waited to see the joke.

They waited to see that "White Emperor" make a fool of himself, hoping to regain a bit of psychological balance.

However.

The Star Luo powerhouses of the White World, upon hearing these taunts, each wore a strange smile on their faces.

No difference?

Truly frogs at the bottom of a well!

When you see what comes later, I hope your jaws don't drop to the floor!

Amidst the anticipation of the masses.

The timeline on the Sky Screen flowed rapidly.

Soon.

It froze on the year Dai Mubai turned three.

[White World, Dai Mubai, three years old.]

In the scene.

There was no scene of playing hide-and-seek in the Imperial Garden.

There was no imagery of bullying the handmaidens either.

Instead, it was a solemn and majestic hall—the Political Affairs Hall of the Star Luo Empire!

Dai Mubai was only three years old.

Although he was still small in stature and his chubby, round face looked rather cute.

He was not wearing those gaudy, embroidered robes.

Instead, he wore a crisp, white training suit.

He did not ask to be carried, nor did he ask to be piggybacked.

He just walked step by step, moving his steady little legs, into the hall.

In those iconic evil eyes of his.

There was no ignorance or innocence of a child.

It was...

A maturity that completely did not belong to a three-year-old!

Above the hall.

The Star Luo Emperor looked at his youngest son walking in, somewhat surprised, and asked with a smile:

"Mubai?"

"Why aren't you out playing? What are you doing here?"

"Do you want some new toys?"

Hearing his father's question.

The little Dai Mubai in the scene stopped in his tracks.

He raised his head, looking directly at the man who held the power of the empire.

He neither knelt to pay respects nor acted spoiled.

He simply extended a finger calmly, his voice childish yet incredibly clear:

"Father."

"I want to enter the Imperial Armory."

The Star Luo Emperor was stunned: "The Armory? That place is full of military manuals and cultivation diagrams, it's dull and boring. Why would you want to go there?"

Little Dai Mubai clasped his hands behind his back.

At that moment.

An invisible aura actually radiated from that tiny body.

"I want to read."

"To learn the Killing Technique."

"To master the Imperial Art."

A mere dozen words or so.

Like a thunderbolt striking the ground!

The Sky Screen image froze on that youthful yet majestic little face.

Black World.

Inside the Heaven Dou Camp, countless eyes widened like copper bells. The atmosphere, which had been somewhat stifled due to the "shoe-licking" incident, was instantly shattered by this sudden scene.

"Three years old?"

"Are you kidding me!"

A Soul Elder in charge of logistics had his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, and the spatula in his hand clattered to the ground:

"Entering the Armory at three? And wanting to learn the Killing Technique?"

"My kid was still wetting the bed at three!"

"Exactly, is that something a three-year-old would say? I'm afraid he's a monster in disguise!"

The soldiers discussed among themselves, their tones filled with disbelief.

In their understanding, soul masters awakened at the age of six.

Before six, it was strictly a time for childhood, for playing, and for growing.

Starting to touch upon such violent things at three was simply a fantasy!

In the center of the crowd.

Dai Mubai had originally been looking for excuses for his "kneeling" just a moment ago, but seeing this scene now, his expression became extremely strange.

"Impossible."

Dai Mubai instinctively shook his head, his evil eyes filled with skepticism:

"Absolutely impossible."

"The armory of the Star Luo Imperial Family houses only profound classics and blueprints."

"A three-year-old child who can't even recognize all the characters—what could he possibly understand in there?"

"It's just putting on a show!"

He knew all too well what he was like at that age.

Let alone entering an armory, as long as he wasn't forced to memorize books, he would do anything else.

Tang San stood to the side, his brows slightly furrowed.

Although he possessed the memories of the Tang Sect from his previous life and was a genuine transmigrator.

But thinking back to when he was three years old.

Even though he had already begun practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he only climbed to the mountaintop every morning to absorb that wisp of purple gas.

The rest of the time, he still had to obediently eat, sleep, and help his father with chores.

For someone like the White Emperor in the screen to voluntarily ask to learn the "Imperial Art" and "Killing Technique" at the age of three.

That was simply too monstrous.

"This temperament is indeed a bit too precocious."

Tang San commented in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of disapproval.

Excessive intelligence leads to an early death.

That was an old saying.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been standing with his hands behind his back the entire time, finally found an opportunity to interject.

A look of having seen through everything appeared on his rigid face, and as his gaze swept over the shocked crowd, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Everyone, there is no need to panic, nor is there any need to envy."

"This is not necessarily a good thing."

The Master's voice was not loud, yet it carried a sense of "authority" that made people want to believe him.

The crowd turned to look at him one after another.

Yu Xiaogang thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being watched; he cleared his throat and continued:

"The cultivation of a spirit master requires a gradual and orderly process."

"A three-year-old child's meridians have not yet set, and their bones are even more fragile."

"At this age, the most important thing is to nourish the body and maintain an innocent heart, laying the foundation for the future spirit awakening."

Having said this, Yu Xiaogang pointed at the child in white on the Sky Screen and shook his head:

"Like him, coming into contact with the arts of slaughter too early, and exhausting his mind to study imperial power and schemes too early."