He Became a Lost One

This room was terrifying!

Heaven Beneath drew nearer. No—there was nothing here but the room. Zhang Ping could not bear to remain inside the inheritance for long. Each time, he withdrew and waited a while before entering again.

After going in and out so many times, he could no longer calculate how long Water Lily had spent in that blank room.

Water Lily seemed to need neither food nor drink. He simply sat cross-legged in the center of the room, still as an old monk in meditation, steady as Mount Tai.

"Can sitting here like this really make someone an Emperor?"

Zhang Ping could not understand it. The Water Lily before him and the one he had met seemed like two completely different people.

Because he was Water Lily now, he could sense Water Lily's state of mind. But Water Lily might as well have been asleep. His mind, too, was utterly blank.

It was precisely that emptiness Zhang Ping could not stand. Again and again, he wanted to leave.

"You're strong. Why should the weak judge you?"

"You can do whatever you please. Why let the shackles of 'rules' bind you?"

"Come. Unleash your heart's true desires. Kill everyone who has disrespected you!"

After an unknown length of time, ripples suddenly stirred in the depths of Water Lily's mind, as though someone were whispering temptations in his ear.

In an instant, boundless malice surged through him, and memories churned in his mind.

At last, Zhang Ping touched Water Lily's heart.

Water Lily's era, it turned out, had already come remarkably close to the world Zhang Ping had known in his previous life.

In some respects, thanks to the efforts of countless Awakened, it had even far surpassed the society of Zhang Ping's previous life.

Some Awakened could observe other