53 Murals
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In a grand hall, a single majestic throne stood tall. Various pillars supported the ceiling, while murals covered the walls as if they were revealing a tale.
Suddenly, a white light flashed before a figure in a black robe appeared on the throne.
The man appeared to be lost as his eyes scanned the hall. But suddenly, a soft feminine voice reached his ears.
"You are here?"
Andy's heartbeat sped up as his eyes searched for the source of a voice, but he heard it again.
"You don't have to look for me. I'm everywhere,"
"Who are you?" His hands gripped the sphere tightly as he stood up from the throne while his gaze was drawn towards the murals on the wall.
A mocking laugh filled the hall. "Me? You don't have to think about that, you will get to know me in the future. Anyway, leave my matter aside. Do you know why you are here?"
"I don't know. I just connected the broken sphere and now I'm here." He shook his head slightly as his gaze was drawn to the murals on the wall.
The murals depicted a bloody battlefield with mangled corpses while a Lone Man in a black robe with whitish silver hair stood tall holding a sword, his face was covered with a mask, and a smirk was visible on his face as his red eyes stared at many people attacking him.
His heartbeat sped up as a sense of Deja Vu filled his heart while his eyes were attracted towards a sphere and a cube hovered above the man.
His hands gripped the sphere tightly as the sphere in the picture looked similar to the one which he held in his hands before his gaze shifted to the cube.
When he saw the cube, his brow furrowed as he remembered Fang Yan obtaining something similar in the book.
"What is it?" He muttered as his gaze returned to the figure in the black robe.
"It is looking similar, right?" The voice echoed in the hall once more.
Andy nodded slightly as he walked along the wall to look at another mural.
The man in the black robe knelt on the ground, his body supported by the sword. His clothes were tattered, and blood oozed from the deep wounds. The broken sphere was on the ground, but the cube was nowhere to be found. His smirk remained as blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, and his red eyes stared at the surrounding people.
Andy's eyes widened as his gaze was drawn to the broken piece of a sphere lying on the ground. Isn't it the same piece he discovered in the valley?
"You are right," the voice filled the hall again.
"What exactly are these pictures?" Andy muttered as he ran his fingers across the murals.
"These? These are the pictures of the Great War?" The voice filled the hall again.
"The Great War?" Andy mumbled, as his gaze was drawn to the man kneeling on the ground. He's not sure why, but a sense of déjà vu filled his heart. The most surprising thing was that the man resembled him.
"Yes, the Great War. Which altered the course of the Destiny of this world." The voice filled the hall once more.
"Who is this man? Why does he resemble me?" Andy muttered, his brow furrowed.
"Emperor. He was the emperor"
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Unbeknownst to Andy, his arrival at the palace triggered a chain of events as a bell rang throughout the Heavens.
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The dim light from the chandelier illuminated the lavishly decorated room. Expensive curtains hid the windows, and a beautiful woman in a green gown slept on the bed. Her eyelashes fluttered as if she were lost in a beautiful dream.
DONG
The sound of the bell jolted her awake. Her groggy eyes stared at the ceiling as the ringing of the bell reached her ears once again.
DONG
Clarity returned to her eyes as she sat straight. Her brows furrowed as she stared in a particular direction.
"Who is it?" She muttered before her eyes went wide.
"That fool," her voice echoed in the room as her body faded away.
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A man with disheveled hair and an unkempt beard with his eyes closed sat in a dilapidated room.
DONG
His body jerked as his wide eyes stared in one direction. His lips pursed and his fists clenched as a teardrop formed at the corner of his eyes.
"Is he here?" He muttered but did not move away from the spot, his eyes fixed on something.
{The man was first mentioned in Chapter 15: Cultivation (II)}
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The sound of waves filled the air as many people sat on the beach, gazing at the majestic palace floating above the sea.
An old man in a luxurious white robe sat lazily on a throne. His eyes were closed as his hand supported his wrinkled fair face. The giggle of the maids filled the hall as they keep on feeding the fruits while his one hand hugged a maid.
DONG
His body jerked for a moment as his limpid red eyes stared into the distance.
"Who is it?" A deep voice resounded in the hall as he disappeared from the spot.
