The Prince stood at the pond’s edge, looking down from above at the child he had pushed into the water.
Zhang Ze recognized the child; from his eyebrows and eyes, it was clearly Xiao Jing.
Obviously, he was enjoying royal bullying.
Zhang Ze looked down and discovered that Mr. Xiao’s eyes were hiding lice.
It’s not a mistake; the Prince really had put lice in Xiao Jing’s eyes.
Zhang Ze could only say that this Prince was truly inhumane.
Later, when the Prince was killed with a single slash by Mr. Xiao during a fight in the Imperial City, it served him right.
Afterwards, the scenes rarely shifted, mostly focusing on this Prince.
Whether due to missing mory fragnts or a truly boring life, Zhang Ze only saw two things in the Prince’s mories.
Bullying Xiao Jing and sitting in ditation for cultivation.
Day after day, year after year.
Until one day, the Prince was pierced through with ten thousand swords.
Xiao Jing, now grown up, kicked him into the lake while he was pierced.
And filled his eyes with lice as well.
The struggle for princely heir has always been like this.
Then the screen went dark, and when Zhang Ze could see again, he found himself suddenly in a third-person perspective.
The Prince was being dragged along a corridor underground.
After watching for a while, Zhang Ze realized that he was still in first-person perspective.
The reason he seed to be floating was that Xiao Jing had cut off the Prince’s head, which was now being carried by soone.
After walking for a long ti, they finally reached the end of the long dark path, where Zhang Ze saw a pool.
The pool was filled with black mud, roiling and bubbling, rippling like contorted faces appearing and disappearing.
Zhang Ze watched as Xiao Jing approached the poolside, raising his hand to throw the broken body into it.
He then cut his palm with a dagger, letting crimson blood fall into the mud.
As that drop of essence blood dispersed in the pool, the mud began to churn again, and the subrged corpse was pushed back to the surface.
However, what surfaced was only a withered hand.
The flesh and blood on the hand had vanished, leaving only dry skin and white bone.
Xiao Jing sighed, then instructed a masked person beside him about sothing, before grabbing the head and throwing it into the black mud as well.
This ti, the darkness lasted longer, perhaps because the remaining mory fragnts were too obscure, challenging to uncover.
Whether it was an illusion or not, in the darkness, Zhang Ze heard Li and the Little Monk muttering.
"What happens next? Why did it stop?"
"Don’t worry, don’t worry, it should be soon, just wait for ."
After their voices faded away, another scene appeared before Zhang Ze’s eyes.
This ti, he transford into the withered hand, placed on a shelf.
The shelf contained many similar items.
Most were parts of the body, each in various states of incompleteness, all fragnted.
They resembled failed experints of so kind.
The scenes continued intermittently, but each ti Zhang Ze opened his eyes, he discovered more failures piling up on the shelf.
The raw materials for these failures were mainly Xiao Jing’s clan mbers and brothers.
It seed that even after ascending the throne, the princely heir struggle continued.
Until one day, Xiao Jing fished out another version of himself from the pool.
Xiao Jing admired his own flesh briefly before reaching out and gouging the eyes from ’another self.’
The scene abruptly halted here.
The mories of Xiao Jing ended entirely here, with only one fragnt left.
This final mory fragnt recorded the path to Baiyujing beneath the Earth Sea.
In the last fragnt, Zhang Ze saw a calamity creature carrying the severed hand ’swim’ out from Baiyujing.
It wandered in confusion before ’surfacing,’ quickly rising along a certain path to reality.
The calamity carrying the severed hand stood atop the wasteland, the sky as bleak as diarrhea mirrored its ugly visage.
Yet before it could unleash its first howl in this lifeti, a powerful voice descended from the heavens.
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"
And then, it was over.
A robust young monk, wearing a naked kasaya, leaped down from the sky. After crushing the calamity, he picked up the severed hand...
The mory fragnts were completely exhausted.
At this mont, Zhang Ze also erged from the captivity of the mory fragnts.
Yet he did not leave, standing atop the imaginary wasteland, pondering a question.
"I understand a naked apron, but what the heck is a naked kasaya?"
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