Volume 3 - Chapter 383: The Monstrous Genius from a Hundred Thousand Years Ago - Part 3
At that moment, a cold voice rang out beside them, carrying a fury that had not been present before.
Li Hao snapped out of it and looked up, only to see the icy face of Ji Ming and the frost in his eyes.
Hearing this, Ying Xiaoxiao's tenderness vanished. It was as if she'd only now remembered there was an outsider present. Her gaze lifted, indifferent and serene, but a powerful killing intent surged within it.
“I’ll take that palm strike on his behalf!”
Her eyes were frigid as she spoke. “If you can withstand one of my palms, then in the name of the Imperial Clan, you must order the others to withdraw and let him leave. How about it?”
Ji Ming’s face grew even colder at her words. That palm of his—forget someone in the True Immortal realm—even someone in the same realm shouldn’t have been able to withstand it!
“So confident, are you? Seventh-layer Immortal Lord realm? Name yourself if you think you’re worthy to stand before me.”
Ji Ming's voice was laced with contempt.
Only now did Li Hao notice—Ying Xiaoxiao’s cultivation was indeed at the seventh layer of the Immortal Lord realm, just like Ji Ming.
But… at this moment, was she truly Ying Xiaoxiao? Or… Shi Miao?
“My name moves through past and future. In the days to come, there will be no place for someone like you. You're not worthy of knowing my name.”
Ying Xiaoxiao spoke coldly. She had rushed here with all her strength, and now that she had seen the way Ji Ming had humiliated Li Hao, these words were simply a return of the same treatment.
“Hm?”
For the first time, true rage flickered across Ji Ming’s face. No one had ever dared be this arrogant in front of him.
“Fine. If you truly have that confidence, I’ll agree. But if you fail—not only he dies, but you as well!”
That was exactly what Ying Xiaoxiao had been waiting for. She gave a soft nod in response and then turned to look at Li Hao.
Li Hao’s expression grew complicated. “You shouldn’t have come. If this goes wrong, we both could—”
“Hold my hand.”
She interrupted him gently. The girl’s gaze was impossibly soft, her eyes like stars. She looked at Li Hao’s face inch by inch, as if trying to etch every feature into her soul.
Those three soft words left Li Hao stunned. He stared into her eyes, unable to understand what he saw, but for some reason, a voice in his heart urged him to do as she said.
He reached out and gently took her hand. It was soft, warm, and boneless.
He asked, puzzled, “We’ve only just met… Why would you…”
“You’re Li Hao. Your parents were away on a military campaign when you were born. You spoke your first words at six months. At two, you would run barefoot to escape the maids and sneak around the manor… You liked playing chess alone, painting in silence. You don’t like eating fish, but you love to fish…”
Ying Xiaoxiao spoke in a gentle voice, recounting Li Hao’s past. She kept it simple, almost casual, but she had watched those days play out countless times.
“Don’t worry. You won’t die here.”
She stopped when she reached his fifteenth year. A trace of emotion welled up in her eyes as she whispered, “Whether my appearance changes anything or not, in the future, you still exist—and shine brighter than anyone else.”
Li Hao was dazed.
“I don’t want to wait for you in the past. I want to walk the past with you…”
Gently, she raised her hand to touch his cheek.
Li Hao looked into the affection in her eyes—and for some reason, he didn’t pull away.
“Are you two done wasting time?”
Ji Ming’s voice cut in like an icy blade. “If you don’t make your move now, you won’t get another chance!”
Ying Xiaoxiao furrowed her brow ever so slightly, then reluctantly lowered her hand and whispered, “Leave him to me.”
With that, she turned to face Ji Ming. The tenderness in her eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, unrelenting edge.
Not far away, Wang Shanhe saw the temporal force radiating from her body. His eyes reddened and grew misty.
He had no doubt now—the young woman before him was the personal disciple of Emperor Tianyang, the pride of the heavens who once shook the True Realm, only to fall in the Ancient Fiend War.
And it wasn’t just Wang Shanhe. In the drifting clouds, the emperors of the seven ancient dynasties also recognized that face.
She was the one who had once dominated the True Realm—Empress of Time!
“It’s her! She’s alive!”
The Empress of Yuanzun couldn’t help but whisper, her breath catching in disbelief.
“She fell during the Ancient Fiend War… Has she been reborn?”
“She was the only one who reached peak Immortal King realm and pushed the Dao of Time to the tenth level of perfection. Rumor had it she had one foot in the Emperor realm—and perhaps even broke the limits of time itself to wield power beyond comprehension…”
Even the surrounding emperors, including Emperor Tianzhao, were visibly shaken, their gazes filled with awe, confusion, and a storm of emotion.
“Even Immortal Emperors perished… and she survived? Her final battle was against the Ancient Fiend Emperor, wasn’t it?”
Comments
Post a Comment