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Entering the third Main Palace, a sense of majesty enveloped me, the air pressure felt oppressive. I understood, of course, that one Lord was more difficult than another.
As before, White Soul easily defeated the first four layers and slowly stepped onto the stairs leading to the Fifth Layer. The more this happened, the more it gave me the illusion that the Main Palace of Dream City had deliberately brought me to the Fifth Layer to reveal something to me.
“Xi Meng, it’s time for you to know some truths,” White Soul said.
“Hmm.” I nodded, not wanting to say much; the atmosphere here was quite unsettling.
“Ha ha, then I’ll leave it to you. The Fifth Layer is in your hands,” White Soul said with a smile, ruffling my hair and stopping in place.
I didn’t ask why the Fifth Layer was meant for me; on the contrary, I was quite willing. The Fifth Layer allowed me to understand Silver Moon better; it was an opportunity, wasn’t it?
The illusion of the Fifth Layer did not appear for a long time, and I glanced anxiously at White Soul.
“Ahem—” The voice was loud and imposing, as if reminding us to pay attention.
Suddenly, an old man appeared before us, sitting proudly in a luxurious chair, holding a scepter and looking sharply at us.
No, he was looking at me!
“King.” White Soul took two steps forward, bowed slightly, and paid his respects.
Do they know each other?
It was strange; this old man seemed somewhat familiar to me, but I just couldn’t recall where I had seen him.
The old man’s gaze made me uncomfortable, as if he were studying something about me. It was too obvious and suffocating…
“Xi Meng, this is—” White Soul began to speak but was interrupted by the old man.
"You, step forward," the old man said.
"Hello," I nervously imitated White Soul's greeting, but it turned out awkward.
The old man did not pursue the matter further. He frowned and asked, "Are you Xi Meng?"
"Yes," I replied, not daring to say more.
"Too weak." The old man uttered these two words and fell silent.
...
I felt a bit awkward, unsure of how to continue. Suddenly, I realized I had entered a fantasy realm and temporarily set aside my curiosity about the old man.
Silver Moon appeared in the illusion again, frowning and mumbling as he held onto me restlessly.
Seeing this made me smile, but—
Why did Silver Moon look so familiar at that moment? The frowning expression reminded me of...
The old man from earlier?
"Your Highness, the King summons you back," a shadow approached us and said.
Silver Moon immediately returned to his impassive demeanor, placed me on the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then left. I immediately began to cry loudly, but still could not keep Silver Moon from disappearing.
The scene shifted to a palace, extremely luxurious yet very solemn. At the highest point sat a figure.
Oh my God, it really was that old man; he is Silver Moon's father!
"What have you been doing during this time?" The old man squinted, his gaze cold as he looked at me.
"Protecting that human," Silver Moon replied.
"Hmph, do you even remember your identity?"
"—I remember."
"If your brother hadn't died for you, he would be the only heir of the Demon Clan!"
"Yes."
"Don't think that just because you are about to become the ruler of the entire Demon Clan, you can do as you please. If it weren't for your brother's plea, I wouldn't have kept you at all."
The old man cruelly continued to speak, and Silver Moon accepted it all without a hint of resistance. I was puzzled; was the old man really Silver Moon's father?
"Yes."
I couldn't connect the current Silver Moon with the one I usually saw. In the old man's eyes, Silver Moon seemed like a dispensable person, someone who could be discarded at any moment. But in my impression, Silver Moon attracted everyone who saw him like the moon, captivating them. Noble as he was, he now appeared pitifully humble.
Why couldn't I have understood him earlier? If I had, perhaps there were some things I wouldn't have avoided.
"Ghostly Figure, take His Highness to the Necromancer's Cave." The old man left this sentence and turned to leave.
"Your Majesty—" Ghostly Figure beside us couldn't help but shiver, wanting to say something.
"Uncle Ghost, it's unnecessary. We will go," Silver Moon said lightly, then lowered his eyelids, making it impossible for anyone to see his expression.
"But Your Highness, you're still so young; you can't survive there. Let me report to the king first, and I'll accompany you," Ghostly Figure said anxiously.
"It's fine, I can do it," Silver Moon said stubbornly, lifting his head, his eyes holding back something.
The Ghostly Figure sighed and said, "Your Highness, I will find a chance to ask the king to let you out."
Silver Moon shook his head, as if speaking to himself. "If this doesn't work, how can I protect her... Unfortunately, by the time I get out, she might have already grown up."
The scene shifted again, revealing a chaotic space filled with a strong aura of death.
There were cries of despair everywhere, and the sounds of struggling turned into frantic screams. The sight of beings devouring each other and then regurgitating was horrifying; the Undead wandered without thought or emotion, devoid of any life force, merely moving like soulless corpses.
"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed as a figure suddenly vanished into thin air.
This was the only outcome of entering the Necromancer's Cave, no matter how strong you were!
Their attacks had no real strength; they were simply endless in their regeneration, drifting without dying and consuming all living beings. When your Soul Power was nearly depleted by them, you would be torn apart immediately.
If all these Undead were released, the Three Realms would likely be wiped out completely.
Silver Moon looked at the recently vanished figure and turned to leave.
He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
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