At that moment, Su Mo finally understood.
The plot within these ruins seemed to have changed because of him... Perhaps because he had become someone within the ruins, his changing the plot did not seem to trigger those three taboos.
Perhaps, according to history, "he" had still chosen not to cultivate...
Whenever he made a choice different from "history," anomalies would arise in this world. Yet because he was a character in the story, he would not trigger the terrifying murderous intent of the taboos.
Twice he had mentioned cultivation, and both times, anomalies had arisen in this world...
Watching the lady's departing figure and recalling the world's reaction after that cry of "Mother" just now, Su Mo's heart was filled with conflicting feelings. "So..."
"...you wouldn't even call her 'Mother'?"
Su Mo looked at the tear he had wiped from the corner of his eye, bewildered... Why could I feel it as though it were happening to me?
Clearly, I was an outsider.
Su Mo lowered his head blankly and sat in a daze for an entire day.
The next day, Su Mo stepped out of his Sleeping Hall.
The beautiful War King’s Wife came toward him. No maids followed behind her anymore; she walked up to Su Mo alone.
"Are you feeling better?" the lady asked, her voice full of concern.
Su Mo nodded obediently. "Much better."
The lady gently raised her hand and stroked Su Mo's cheek, then happily took him by the hand and led him back into his Sleeping Hall.
Su Mo's long hair had not been combed for a very, very long time.
The lady had Su Mo sit down and gently combed his long hair, her eyes filled with tenderness.
"Your father asked me to tell you that as long as you