"Congratulations, your majesty, it's a boy!"
Ye Tian Yun opened his eyes and was shocked to find himself all sticky and everyone around him looked like giants!
'Is that… my father?'
Ye Tian Yun also noticed his father's one of the rarest expressions - one with a gentle smile on it - as he looked at Ye Tian Yun with a love-filled gaze.
'Wait… is this….'
Before Ye Tian Yun could react, he saw everything fast forward at a very high speed, and in the next moment, he found himself in a gentle embrace.
He suddenly felt… relaxed and peaceful.
'What is going on….'
Ye Tian Yun tried to move. But he failed.
However, in the next instant, a faint body aroma wafted through his nose.
'This…'
Ye Tian Yun's emotions immediately turned into turmoil.
'Mother…'
He whispered to himself and struggled to move and raise his head.
'Just one glance….'
He wants to lay eyes on that gentle face once more.
'How long it has been….'
But before he could see -
Everything fast-forwarded once again.
This time, Ye Tian Yun found himself in a hall.
Everything around him was destroyed, from paintings, chandeliers, vases to even walls.
Everything was in a mess.
As soon as Ye Tian Yun saw the scene, he knew where he was.
'This was the day….'
"Please, open the gate, your highness!"
Suddenly someone called out.
'Butler Liu…'
Ye Tian Yun felt overwhelmed with emotions.
'Mother…'
He closed his eyes and waited for the moment to fast forward as soon as possible.
This was one of two more painful memories that he never wanted to remember.
Fortunately, before he lost control of emotions, everything around him fast-forwarded once again.
This time when Ye Tian Yun opened his eyes, he was standing in the air, and on the ground were two people.
'Wang Yao and Ling Qing'er…'
This was the day when he first met those two.
"Crown Prince Ye Tian Yun, I will definitely surpass you, and I vow to the heavens, I shall bath the Middle HEavens with your blood!" Wang Yao shouted.
Hearing those words once again, Ye Tian Yun didn't feel annoyed or angry. He was still overwhelmed by the previous scene.
Before he could react, the scene fast-forwarded once again.
This time he was in a Hall.
This Hall, too, was destroyed. There were clear signs of battle.
This time too, Ye Tian Yun remembered where he was.
'No… not this place….'
His most hated memory.
Ye Tian Yun immediately closed his eyes and ears. Not wanting to see and hear whatever was about to happen.
But his actions were ineffective.
"Crown Prince… why… Why would you still not accept me? Why… can we not be together…"
It was her.
Her voice.
Her last words.
A gentle face appeared in Ye Tian Yun's mind.
'No…'
Ye Tian Yun tried to remove the image from his mind, but it didn't go away.
A drop of tear streamed from the corner of Ye Tian Yun's eyes.
And with that, everything fast-forwarded once again.
This time, Ye Tian Yun found himself standing on a battlefield.
He was wearing white-violet robes, however, his whole body was now bloody red. His hair disheveled. His face was disfigured. But he stood tall. He stood unwavering.
Countless corpses laid everywhere, forming mountains and filling oceans. The fresh blood that flowed from them converged to form a crimson river.
Sorrow, pity, and despair surged through him, and so did insurmountable anger and frustration.
He knew where he was.
Hundred Realm Refining Stage.
The place where he fought his last battle.
The place where he finally confronted Wang Yao head-on for the first time.
And the place… where he died.
Suddenly, everything turned blurry, and Ye Tian Yun found himself rising up in the sky.
And in the next moment, he returned back on the island in the pitch black consciousness.
He was now once again sitting beside Wang Yao.
However, his emotions were erratic.
"How was it?" Wang Yao asked. His expression, full of curiosity.
However, instead of words, he got a kick in the face as an answer.
Bam!
"Ugh!" Wang Yao was thrown off the island.
Surprisingly, the pitch-black consciousness was now solid, and Wang Yao didn't drown.
"What the fuck dude, I just pushed you not to waste any more time!" Wang Yao shouted while covering his jaw with his hands.
The kick was powerful.
Ye Tian Yun, however, didn't respond and tried to take out a sword and release sword intent.
Fortunately for Wang Yao, this was a consciousness, and Ye Tian Yun couldn't use any of those.
However, that didn't mean he couldn't use physical strength.
And it was from this moment; horror dawned upon Wang Yao as he saw Ye Tian Yun come at him and open a barrage of kicks, punches, and slaps on his face.
…
After an unknown period of time.
Ye Tian Yun felt himself fall on the ground on his butt.
He tried to understand what was going on.
But all he felt was tiredness.
'My hands and legs are soring… my palms are burning… what happened here?'
Just then -
"You bastard…. You fucking bastard… what did I do to you… you… "
The voice was familiar… even though it sounded as if the person was in pain.
Ye Tian Yun turned his head and found his Wang Yao lying on the pitch black surface, with bruises all over his body.
No more shining.
"What happened to you, Dear Friend Wang Yao?" Ye Tian Yun couldn't help but smile at him.
He had a hunch of what had happened.
After coming out of the memory lane, Ye Tian Yun had lost control of his emotions and had attacked Wang Yao.
'Anyway, he deserved it.'
Ye Tian Yun took a deep breath and moved closer to Wang Yao.
Then sitting cross-legged just beside him, he asked, "Wang Yao, I think I can feel the Token Of Fate… it's all thanks to you, my 'dear friend'."