This inexplicable journey of "reincarnation" had caught Di Yi somewhat unprepared. He had never expected to find the answer that had troubled him for so long here, or to learn what exactly had caused his "death."
Of course, he had already had some inkling, believing it had something to do with the source of the black blood. But there had been no conclusive evidence before, nor had any trace of that source appeared in the Myriad Worlds, so it had ultimately remained mere speculation.
Now, however, things were different.
"Young and in the prime of life, rising in the most turbulent age... did I have the same mindset then as I do now? Holding the world in my heart, waging war across the lands, quelling unrest and the uncanny, sheltering every race, reaching the end of an evolutionary path..." Di Yi murmured. At this moment, his fragmented, hazy memories changed, as though he had glimpsed himself.
Were those his experiences before his "death"?
Though they were disjointed and felt impossible to grasp, he could experience them, could understand them, as though he had returned to those distant years.
"Once the King of everyone, the Emperor of the Myriad Heavens, yet one day it all came to nothing. Was it because I encountered an age when the uncanny was most active, when the ominous revived most fiercely? Was I ill-fated, just as in the scene before me?" At this moment, too many memories and too much shared feeling left Di Yi unable to contain himself.
Crack!
At the same time, seemingly because he had sunk into his memories, Di Yi's control over his own power loosened. In an instant, it was as though a pillar supporting the heavens had snapped. The entire Thirty-Three-Layered Pass trembled, its heavens collapsing.
This was terrifying