Chaos God's Nest

As the old man finished speaking, Yan Xiaohuang felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. The next moment, before he could think further, the golden mist surrounding him began to transform. Soon after, everything around him suddenly blurred, and then the world began to change, and all things began to be renewed.

When the things in front of him finally became clear, Yan Xiaohuang was surprised to find that he had unknowingly found himself in a completely new world.

This is an ancient city, seemingly dating back a very long time, as evidenced by the ancient clothing worn by the people here and the antique architecture surrounding it.

As for Yan Xiaohuang himself, he was standing on the street of this ancient city at this moment.

Subconsciously glancing around, Yan Xiaohuang was filled with shock as he looked at the endless stream of pedestrians on the street and the majestic classical buildings on both sides.

He was proficient in formations and knew the workings of illusion formations and illusions. However, the scene before him was not an illusion or illusion, but a real world, a world forcibly created by someone with great power.

In this light, the mysterious old man's strength is far too terrifying. He can change the world with a wave of his hand. Such methods are beyond the reach of ordinary people!

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohuang narrowed his eyes and immediately decided to randomly find a passerby to inquire about the information.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, everything around them suddenly froze. People, birds, beasts and birds were all motionless, as if time had been frozen, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

Yan Xiaohuang already understood the situation; it must have been the mysterious old man who was behind it all.

Therefore, he looked up at the sky and shouted, "Old man, I know you're here. Tell me, what do you want with me here?"

"Heh, didn't I already tell you? I wanted you to see it for yourself!" A voice rang out, and the old man's figure slowly appeared in the sky. "I said I wanted you to see for yourself how those who once followed you were buried there!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang fell silent for a long time before suddenly asking, "It's the person from that burial ground, right?"

“That’s right!” the old man nodded slowly in reply.

"Is it absolutely necessary to see it?" Yan Xiaohuang asked again.

"What do you think?" the old man countered. "If that weren't the case, why would you willingly acknowledge your own identity?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang fell silent once again.

The mysterious old man's intention was clear: he wanted to force him to face reality and thus learn his true identity.

If he remembers correctly, at least four or five people have said this to him to date.

For example, the Demon Lord he saw when he fought against Mo Pan, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, in the lower realm; and the mysterious young man in the Eye of Collapse who once gave him an ancient scripture and an ancient hair ornament.

In addition, there was Fu Yu, the ancient ancestor of the Celestial Race whom he met in the Celestial Temple on Neptune during his journey to immortality. That person had also said some nonsensical things to him, but unfortunately, he seemed not to understand a word at the time.

"Could it be...could it be that I really am him! Could it be that I really am the one called the Supreme Heavenly Emperor? But I...but I have no memory of him at all!" Yan Xiaohuang said, his fists clenched and trembling.

At this point, he finally began to waver.

After all, several mysterious powerful figures had said the same thing to him before, so no matter how firm his resolve was or how much he didn't believe it, he would eventually waver under the barrage of attacks.

"Why? Why do they all keep telling me this? Who am I? Where do I come from? I... Ah!!"

As he spoke, Yan Xiaohuang suddenly clutched his head and cried out in pain. He then stumbled back several steps, crashing into a wall on the side of the street. He then slowly squatted down and curled up.

By this point, his thoughts were already somewhat confused.

It's no exaggeration to say that he's now even a little confused about who he really is.

Is it the mysterious and omnipotent Yuan Tian Emperor that the old man mentioned?

Or is it Yuan Huang, the young prodigy who came from the lower realm and has cultivated through arduous training to this day?

Or perhaps, it was all just a dream he had!

From beginning to end, he was just that simple boy who inexplicably woke up in the Great Wilderness.

In a daze, Yan Xiaohuang felt that all the scenery in front of him began to blur, like a series of dreamlike bubbles, so desirable yet unattainable.

But the next second, everything started to feel real again, so real that he knew it wasn't an illusion, but something that had actually happened.

Meanwhile, in the sky above, upon seeing Yan Xiaohuang's appearance, the mysterious old man slowly shook his head. Then, he sighed and said, "Alas! Now that things have come to this, how long do you intend to deceive yourself? Your fate is such that one life is a fate for ten thousand lifetimes! No matter how you struggle, you cannot change this established fact!"

"A fait accompli?" Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang murmured softly, "So that's how it is. So everything is a fait accompli. So I was just his shadow!"

"A shadow?" The old man smiled slightly upon hearing this. "If that's what you think, then you're not far off! Whether he is you or you are him, in the end, you are all the same person! However, you were right about one thing just now, and I completely agree with that!"

"Which sentence?" Yan Xiaohuang asked weakly, as if he had given up struggling.

"You are you, and he is him! No one can ever replace you!" the old man said with a smile.

"What do you mean by that?" Yan Xiaohuang's expression changed upon hearing this, and he immediately asked.

"It doesn't mean anything else, it's just the literal meaning!" the old man replied slowly.

"you..."

Yan Xiaohuang opened his mouth but then stopped.

All I can say is that the old man's words were completely incoherent, and he was utterly confused, having no idea what the other person was trying to say.

To this, the mysterious old man slowly shook his head and sighed, saying, "The Heavenly Emperor of yesteryear was incredibly powerful, powerful enough to suppress the entire cosmos with a flick of his finger. Yet even so, he ultimately failed! Because from beginning to end, he faced everything alone, with no one able to help him in the slightest!"

"But you are different from him! Behind you stand all the powerful beings from countless ages! They all expect you to become an existence like the Heavenly Emperor. It can be said that you carry the will of everyone, and everyone is waiting for your return! In other words, you can become more than just him! Do you understand?"

"Ah... what... what does this mean? I... I still don't quite understand..." Yan Xiaohuang replied, scratching his head awkwardly.

"Heh, it's okay if you don't understand! You'll understand someday!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man waved his hand, and the surrounding world began to tremble, as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse and the mountains and rivers were about to split. Then, an unprecedented sense of destruction permeated the entire scene.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Xiaohuang asked immediately upon seeing this.

"I will activate this world to reflect what happened countless ages ago, so that you can see for yourself why those people were buried here!" the old man replied in a deep voice.