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Chapter 948 - Chapter 948 Chapter 602 Twelve Matters of Reincarnation

Chapter 948: Chapter 602: Twelve Matters of Reincarnation, Immortal Person in the Imperial Court_2 Chapter 948: Chapter 602: Twelve Matters of Reincarnation, Immortal Person in the Imperial Court_2 “`

Moreover, from a certain perspective, the reason why the King of Reincarnation did not choose the God Flame Man to be reincarnated might also be because he sensed something, but since only a drop of his True Spirits remained, he likely could not perceive the specific changes of the outside world clearly, only able to act upon instinct…

… Seeing as the God Flame Man has looked after the chickens, ducks, and geese of the village for so many years, I might as well grant him an opportunity.

As for the contingency that the King of Reincarnation left in his body, since he does not want it anymore, then let it all stay behind, consider it a compensation!”

The thoughts in Jiang Hui’s mind turned once again.

Once his mind was made up, he looked once more toward that mundane kingdom known as “Dayu”, wondering what kind of scheme the King of Reincarnation was actually plotting, and thinking of the latter’s power of Reincarnation, it might be a good idea to recruit him this time.

But his main intention was to have him take charge of The Underworld.

The living cannot enter there.

But killing him now is not enough, his strength is too low, and it would be a pity to kill him later, so it’s better to first develop him into a follower.

Let’s just watch him for now.

One day in the heavens is a year in the mortal world, it should be so, and he is worthy of my attention.

Jiang Hui’s bright gaze descended and suddenly, within the boundless and infinite Star Sea, billows of Yun Wu violently surged up under his gaze. They crazily churned as if they had a life of their own.

Then, in just an instant, a mysterious, vast, quaintly profound river surged over from one end of the universe.

The sound of the water flowed loudly.

Its momentum was great, like thousands of horses and troops charging.

The river was vast and boundless, with turbulent and rushing currents that seemed like a giant dragon winding and coiling amidst the rolling waves.

A light mist hovered over the river, and the thin mist was rising.

But as it approached Jiang Hui, a section suddenly calmed down, smooth as a mirror’s surface, not even a ripple to be seen, as if it could reflect the secrets of the universe and the cycles of reincarnation.

On both banks of this stretch of river, flowers bloomed like brocade, green trees formed a canopy, and ancient trees reached to the sky.

But what was most exaggerated was the concentration of the power of years on it, so dense it was as if it had materialized.

This was the River of Time.

In reality, it should be an intangible existence.

Though time is a concept, it has never had a spatial concept, and now it has condensed into a tangible form under the great power of Jiang Hui.

The next moment.

He extended his index finger slightly, which was like polished jade emitting a pure white fluorescence, and gently pointed to a corner of the River of Time.

Immediately, a series of ripples appeared on the calm surface of the water.

Then, the circle wrapped by these ripples flew directly out of the water’s sparkling surface.

The scene reflected within was precisely the King of Reincarnation.

In this way, Jiang Hui did not need to purposely look; the other party’s image would play out for him, just like watching television.

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Flowers may look the same year after year, but people change with time.

Time flies swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, eight years had swiftly passed.

Dusk.

The setting sun was like blood, the crescent moon like a hook, and a faint chill permeated the air.

The setting sun’s afterglow filled the golden palace, making the already majestic and imposing buildings even more dazzling.

At this moment, within the vast royal palace, an atmosphere of solemnity and silence prevailed.

The patrolling soldiers, adorned in silver armor that twinkled coldly, all held long knives, with bulging temples and eagle-sharp gazes, scanning the interior and exterior of the palace, guarding this colossal edifice.

The Kun Ning Palace.

“My Prince, early tomorrow morning you will move to one of the thirty-six Eastern and Western Palaces. When that time comes, you will need to choose a eunuch. Make sure your eyes are sharp, pick someone nimble, intelligent, one with presence of mind, for he is to accompany you for a lifetime…”

A stunningly beautiful woman earnestly advised the doll-like boy sitting before her, having cautioned him countless times already.

In Dayu, a Prince usually lived with his birth mother after birth. At the age of eight, he was to leave his mother’s chambers and take up residence in one of the thirty-six palaces. By that time, he would be assigned a personal eunuch, his meals would be uniformly prepared by the Imperial Kitchen, and although his mother could visit daily and bring gifts, she was not allowed to stay overnight.

When the Prince reached the age of sixteen, he would come of age, receive his title, and then the Internal Affairs Department would allocate an exterior palace, and it would be then that he could own his private residence and royal manors.

The boy in front of the woman had just turned eight years old today, and tomorrow he would have to move out of his mother’s chamber and into one of the thirty-six palaces.

In these eight years, the woman’s demeanor had become imposing and aristocratic.

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She was already the Mistress, and her status became unshakable after giving birth to the dragon and phoenix twins.

The saying “Fortune comes with sons” was not just an idiom.

“Mother, what about me?”

A little girl, who appeared to be about the same age as the boy, with picturesque features, ran over, lifted her little face, and spoke in an incredibly tender voice.

“You little mischief, girls are not needed!” the woman laughed, her kindness unmatched.

“Mother can rest assured, your child will certainly be alert.”

At that time, the eight-year-old boy spoke, his voice resonant and firm.

His eyes were deep and tranquil, giving off a sense of precocious maturity. It was unimaginable that even adults would find it difficult to possess such eyes, which seemed to harbor the vastness of rich life experiences within them.

If one looked closely, they could see a trace of vicissitude far beyond his years.

Since unlocking his sealed memories at the age of three, five years had passed, and he had recovered one-fifth of them.

He knew this was not his only existence; there was a grander stage awaiting him in the future. With the arrangements he had made previously, he should be able to re-enter the Realm of the Immortal King in this lifetime.

Therefore, he was not particularly concerned about the matter of selecting temple personnel as mentioned by the woman; the choices amongst mortals were simply dull.

However, he was still young and not yet able to spread his wings and soar, so he had no choice but to conform.

But this miraculous vision did not last long, vanishing in an instant. Then he put on an innocent and carefree expression again, appearing as if he only knew fun and play.

Yet for some reason, ever since he started recalling memory, throughout these five years, he felt as if an invisible pair of eyes was watching him.

…

“Achoo!”

In Liu Village, behind the mountains, watching the scenes before him, Jiang Hui suddenly sneezed.

“… Who’s talking about me?” He paused for a moment, then his left hand formed a gesture, his eyes slightly narrowed, and soon reopened them with a hint of surprise.

“Worthy of specializing in the Power of Reincarnation, the perception is indeed impressive.”

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Dayu.

The next day.

With the first light of dawn, the mountains were obscure, and the vast Tai’a Palace was shrouded in mist, the fog lingering. Accompanied by the continuous music from the Music Palace, it seemed like an Immortal Realm.

The boy was woken up early by the woman.

“Yi’er, you must perform well during the selection of temple personnel. Do not engage in idle chatter, nor should you look around. The Celestial Emperor himself will come to see. Your mother does not expect you to perform too excellently, for that would draw the attention of many. Although I am the Mistress, to be honest, our family’s strength is not strong, but there is also no need to be too restrained!”

The full-figured woman, with her fair skin, cautioned again.

However, she did not seem overly worried; she knew her child well.

Though he was not very accomplished, not as intelligent and wise as the other princes, known at a young age, he did know how to advance and retreat, and his nature was prudent by nature.

In the deep courtyards of the Imperial Palace, this was more than sufficient.

“I will be alert, Mother!”

The boy obediently nodded his head.

As soon as he spoke, a little palace maid stepped forward to dress him in his robes.

After getting tidied up, a senior eunuch responsible for the boys came to lead them away.

Together with him, there were thirteen other Little Princes, all of age.

The boy couldn’t help feeling thoughtful; the Zhou Emperor’s vitality was truly remarkable. Ordinary people only had such hobbies, little did they know that true joy in the Mortal World lies in being Immortal–undying and everlasting.

On the way, a group of boys around the same age were silent, even their gazes somewhat hostile, regarding each other as potential rivals in the future.

“We’ve arrived. All princes should wait here properly; do not leave. I will return shortly,” said the senior eunuch, pulling his piercing, shrill voice along the narrow and damp corridor of cobblestones before turning to leave hurriedly.

Only then did the boy start to look around his surroundings.

What met his eyes seemed to be a courtyard with artificial mountains and running water, and countless flowers in full bloom.

The area of the courtyard was neither too large nor too small, about five or six acres, always well maintained. The cobblestone path was free of any fallen leaves.

The other Little Princes likewise gazed around silently, full of curiosity.