Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

Furthermore, to prevent any accidents when using the Soul Condensation Technique, Wang Mu released another blessing to all.

After two full days of blessings and empowerment, everyone in the Linghai Sect experienced a qualitative leap, with most advancing to the later stages.

"The emperor truly deserves to be called the emperor."

"The Emperor is mighty, the Spirit Sea Sect is mighty, the human race is mighty."

The crowd cheered for Wang Mu, but they were also praying silently.

This resulted in Wang Mu gaining hundreds of thousands of spiritual energy over the past two days.

Two full days have passed, and Yin Wangmu's complexion has become noticeably rosy.

The entire spell didn't end until late that night, and Wang Mu's pillar of light shone for two whole days.

When everyone entered, Wang Mu was slumped on the soft couch as if his bones had been removed.

Yin Wangmu woke up in just a few hours and, looking at the many people surrounding him, managed a weak smile.

"You kid!"

Yin Wangmu looked at Wang Mu, who had collapsed from exhaustion.

Wang Mu remained unconscious for three full days.

The return of Yin Wangmu reassured everyone in the Linghai Sect.

After all, the demon army could attack at any time.

Strangely enough, there has been no movement from the demon race during this period.

There was no word in the martial arts world that the demons were burning, killing, and looting anywhere.

Yin Wangmu had a vague feeling that something might have happened.

In the past few days, Wang Mu's reputation has spread even further.

It can be said that everyone from ninety-nine years old to toddlers knows that the Emperor of the Linghai Sect is a celestial being.

As the word spread, it eventually reached the Linghai Sect, and the disciples of the Linghai Sect were even more impressed with Wang Mu, after all, the Linghai Sect could now be said to have a far-reaching reputation.

They all wanted to express their gratitude and offer their condolences to Wang Mu, but Baihu, Xuanwu, and Xiaocheng did not allow anyone to approach.

But the constant stream of visitors is really annoying.

Wang Mu had a dream in which he was led into a palace by a woman. The palace was full of distinguished guests, and the two of them walked through the crowd to a high platform.

There was a man on the high platform, and a woman standing behind him.

The two people had different expressions.

The man's face was indifferent, but the woman's eyes were full of sorrow.

The people here are so strange.

Wang Mu looked up at the perfect couple.

The woman holding her hand placed Wang Mu's hand in the hand of the indifferent-looking man.

Wang Mu looked at the tall, aloof man and uttered two words.

"Father." Then he looked at the woman who was filled with immense sorrow.

"Mother."

The banquet was extremely lavish. His father only held Wang Mu's hand briefly at the beginning of the banquet, and then ignored him, leaving him to sit alone.

During this time, he looked back at the person he called his mother.

She was secretly wiping away tears.

Afterwards, Wang Mu was taken back to the empty palace.

Gradually, various books were added to the palace.

Wang Mu didn't know how much time had passed, but he saw in the mirror that he had grown up.

It's exactly the same as what I have now.

The woman he had taken with him before returned. It was still a banquet, still a gathering of distinguished guests, still a cold man and a sorrowful woman.

Wang Mu felt no affection whatsoever for the people he called his father and mother.

At the banquet, the man continued to distance himself, and the woman continued to secretly wipe away her tears.

One can imagine that Wang Mu's face was not at all smiling, but rather cold and aloof.

This time, things took an unexpected turn.

The unexpected turn of events occurred after the banquet, on Wang Mu's way home alone.

A girl suddenly bumped into her arms.

Wang Mu instinctively helped the other person.

Wang Mu was stunned when he saw the other person's face.

I've seen this face before, many times, but I just can't remember what it's called.

The girl was holding a large bouquet of lilacs, and the bump caused the lilacs to scatter all over the ground.

When the girl saw Wang Mu's face and clothing, she immediately knelt down and apologized repeatedly, as if she had committed some terrible mistake.

"Lilacs smell wonderful."

Wang Mu looked at the scattered lilacs and reached out to help the girl pick the lilac petals that had fallen on her head.

The girl blushed immediately.

After that, the girl would occasionally bring lilacs to the empty palace.

Sometimes they would exchange a few words, but most of the time they would remain silent. Even so, they would still sit together for a long time.

Wang Mu made a lilac hairpin for the girl.

The lilac flowers carved from lilac wood are fresh, elegant, and exquisitely beautiful.

However, Wang Mu never saw that girl again for a long time afterward.

After that, the indifferent man was gone, and Wang Mu took his place.

There were many people around me, and these people were different from the people I knew before; their smiles seemed much kinder.

For a long time afterward, Wang Mu still couldn't find the girl who sent him lilacs every day.

When the war began, Wang Mu went to the battlefield.

After the war, Wang Mu looked at the graves covering the mountainside and found the girl with the lilac in her hair.

She has been dead for a long time.

Tears streamed down Wang Mu's face. Over the long years, the only person who cared about him, the only person he cared about, had been gone for a long time.

Gradually, the face of the lilac girl overlapped with that of a girl in her memory.

Zhong Wanling.

Wang Mu suddenly remembered that he had a dream, and the girl in the dream whose face he couldn't see clearly, the girl who smelled of lilacs, was Zhong Wanling.

Once he realized he was dreaming, Wang Mu woke up.

When Wang Mu opened his eyes, he saw Zhong Wanling crawling by his bedside, her head resting on her arm, half of her face flushed red.

Looking at Zhong Wanling, whose breathing was even, Wang Mu reached out and tidied the stray hairs on her forehead.

There was a hint of indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Wang Mu was conflicted about the dream he had just had; contradictions and the reality of it still lingered within him.

In his dream, Wang Mu truly felt that many, many years had passed, but his interactions with people and his experiences on the battlefield were fragmented. He had only met the person he called his mother and father twice.

And they didn't say a word, and then they all disappeared. I don't know what happened to those people, or why they gave me a different feeling.

Wang Mu couldn't help but feel that these successive dreams and various adventures might all be connected in some way, and that what he had seen and understood was only the tip of the iceberg.

Xiao Cheng was the first to notice that Wang Mu had woken up. He was about to ask a question when he saw Wang Mu freeze in place.

His eyes were filled with surprise and excitement.

"what happened?"

Wang Mu asked in a low voice.

Xiao Cheng gestured with his hair, then pointed at Wang Mu, and then waved his hand up and down on his face.

Wang Mu looked down and saw that his hair had grown much longer than he had imagined, and its color had changed from jet black to a light yellow, just like in his dream.

She reached out and grabbed a handful of hair; it was soft and smooth, more like a woman's hair than a man's.

Xiao Cheng took the mirror and handed it to Wang Mu, who looked at himself in the mirror.

Not only his hair, but also his eyebrows and eyelashes had the same look in his eyes, and Wang Mu's skin tone had also become several shades lighter.