Time moved further back.
Zhong Yi arrived at the day of Gu Yun and Lin Xi’s wedding.
As they had said, the wedding feast was held beneath the lighthouse, which was uncommon among ordinary folks.
Countless relatives and friends were helping to set up the wedding scene.
As he walked through the crowd, Zhong Yi could occasionally hear many people expressing confusion about why the wedding was held here.
Every time this happened, Gu Yun’s white-haired old mother would explain over and over again that this place held great significance for Gu Yun and Lin Xi, that it was their second home.
“Lin Xi is lucky to have such a good husband and mother-in-law…”
Zhong Yi couldn’t help but sigh.
He was mostly familiar with folk customs.
Getting married in a place like this was bound to attract quite a bit of criticism.
Given Lin Xi’s almost fanatical attachment to the lighthouse, Zhong Yi found it easy to guess whose idea it was to hold the wedding here.
The live-stream chat couldn’t help but comment.
【I feel she doesn’t deserve it! Old Master Gu was so good to her, but she never spoke a single heartfelt word!】
【To be honest, I couldn’t stand being with a woman like her for even the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.】
【She has no idea how to appreciate Old Master Gu’s kindness!】
【Too selfish!】
…
“Everyone, I have just as many questions as you do… Let’s keep moving forward.”
Zhong Yi shook his head.
For a long time, he had firmly believed in Lu Ze’s ability to craft illusions.
But this time…
Rarely, he felt a flicker of doubt in his heart.
Maybe, as the chat said, Lu Ze’s story this time had gone off the rails?
“I don’t see the two of them…”
Qin Li’en looked around but didn’t spot Gu Yun or Lin Xi in the crowd.
The important memory fragments were with them, but the two weren’t panicked. They headed straight up the hill.
Sure enough, Gu Yun and Lin Xi were leaning against the lighthouse’s stone wall, gazing up at the starry sky together.
It was the night before their wedding.
That night, they named the lighthouse “Anya.”
That night, the two danced and sang all night at the top of the tower.
That night, the evening breeze was sweet.
…
Soon, it was the next day.
“First bow to Heaven and Earth!”
“Second bow to the parents!”
…
Amid the blessings of the crowd, Gu Yun and Lin Xi clumsily completed the ceremony and tied the knot before the lighthouse.
The wedding feast was held at the foot of the hill.
Cups clinked back and forth.
The old mother wiped her tears as she hugged Lin Xi and Gu Yun. After drinking a toast of blessing, she was about to leave.
“Alright, don’t forget to go toast your Uncle Wen later… He saved your life when you were little.”
Before leaving, she smiled and waved at Gu Yun, saying:
“Treat your girl well, Xiao Feng.”
At the table sat Gu Yun’s old friends. Zhang Peng immediately looked surprised and asked Gu Yun:
“Why do they call you Xiao Feng?”
“Uh, my grandfather’s name was Feng. He passed away before I was born… Mom misses him a lot, so she uses Xiao Feng as my nickname.”
Gu Yun explained slowly.
The memory space froze again.
“Poor Old Master Gu… Everyone around him leaves one after another…”
Zhong Yi sighed.
Urged on by Qin Li’en, the two began to gather dream power and memory fragments.
People came and went at the wedding feast, but most were only silhouettes without clear features.
Qin Li’en had explained this before: because the entire dream world was built on Gu Yun’s memories.
Those whom the old man had only met once were blurry in his memory and thus appeared as vague silhouettes.
“Huh? This person isn’t a silhouette… but I haven’t seen him before, either.”
At another table, Zhong Yi noticed a middle-aged stranger.
【Wen Qingyun: A friend of Gu Yun’s mother; seems to have saved Gu Yun’s life once.】
“I found a memory fragment… Zhong Junior, what’s wrong?”
Qin Li’en’s faint voice came to his ears.
Zhong Yi stared at the mark beneath Wen Qingyun’s cheek and frowned.
It gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.
“Nothing, I’m coming over.”
Zhong Yi shook his head, not pursuing it further, and followed Qin Li’en’s voice down the hill.
This memory fragment was a poor rabbit trampled to death by an earth dragon.
“This memory fragment… Is it a dead rabbit?”
Zhong Yi looked in surprise at the poor rabbit, completely flattened, and remarked maliciously:
“Do you think, later, Lin Xi might attribute an unhappy marriage to this unlucky rabbit she stepped on the day of her wedding? So… she folds paper rabbits every day?”
“I don’t know, but it has nothing to do with our task.”
Qin Li’en shook her head.
“Right… The rabbit, or Lin Xi—what does it have to do with going to the Moon Realm?”
Zhong Yi agreed.
The two injected five units of dream power into the memory fragment.
The next memory began on a vast grassland.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
