Chapter 2362 - A Will from One Thousand Years Ago! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

“!!!”

Even though Wang Chong had prepared himself for something like this, he still mentally shuddered when he heard himself being called ‘Destiny Body 10’.

At the time of Xuanyuan, more than one thousand years ago, only two people, including Xuanyuan himself, had transmigrated to this world through the Stone of Destiny. How had Xuanyuan known that Wang Chong would come here? And how would he know that it would be exactly number 10?

Or had Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan been so much stronger than him that, at the final moment, he had seen something through the Stone of Destiny and predicted the future?

Wang Chong’s mind was in turmoil, but he didn’t have much time to think. A moment later, that imposing figure in the light began to move, those deep and majestic eyes settling on his body, seemingly smiling. Meanwhile, his other hand also rose several inches off the armrest.

Buzz!

A moment later, a ball of concentrated Psychic Energy broke out of Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan’s body and into Wang Chong’s.

Wang Chong’s vision went dark. At the last moment, he saw two much smaller balls of Psychic Energy flying into the bodies of Master Guangcheng and Little Nightmare.

His vision was dark for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly, a point of light appeared in the darkness, and a calm and resounding voice began to speak into Wang Chong’s mind.

“We have similar experiences, and a similar destiny…”

As that voice spoke, the light in front of Wang Chong began to expand. Wang Chong was soon able to make out a figure in the light, a young man of sixteen or seventeen. He wore a white shirt and long pants, and he had the aura of the modern era that Wang Chong was familiar with around him, but Wang Chong could not determine exactly which era he had come from.

“I don’t know which era you came from, but just like me, I’m sure that you also came to like this era and grow fond of those people who treated us with sincerity.”

A moment later, the youth turned into a stream of light and vanished into the belly of a pregnant young woman who was traveling through the mountains.

Wang Chong saw that baby be born, flailing around his limbs, saw him happily smile, saw that young woman whose hair was disheveled but whose face had a hallowed light as she gleefully embraced the infant, playing with him and singing to him.

At that moment, Wang Chong understood that he was watching Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan’s life in this world.

Wang Chong watched as the infant grew up, turning from a young and tender child to a vigorous and heroic youth. He watched as the youth practiced martial arts, agile as a monkey as he moved across the mountains like they were flat land.

More and more people appeared at his side. They hunted together, joked around together, sat around the fire, fought and bled for each other, fighting enemy after enemy… Wang Chong saw that youth laugh and cry, saw him walk through a crowd of well-wishers as his coming-of-age ceremony was held…

All of these were very ordinary scenes of life with nothing too special about them, but Wang Chong could not help but be indescribably moved.

He was right. They had similar experiences and a similar destiny. When he first descended to this world, he had felt an intense sense of alienation, treating everything in front of him like a game. It was only at the final moment, when those people died for him, that he was suddenly awakened. The people he had hurt were his family, friends, and brothers, all living people who had treated him with utmost sincerity.

They were his family!

This was why he had appeared, why he feared no danger, why he did his utmost against any opponent he faced and toppled them.

“This is their world, and it is our world. For the people we loved, I was willing to give my all, to accept my duty. This is both a mission and a responsibility.”

Xuanyuan’s voice continued to resound in Wang Chong’s mind. A moment later, Wang Chong saw a little head peeking out from soft and loose earth, timidly examining its surroundings.

Upon seeing that little figure, Wang Chong almost broke into laughter.

Little Nightmare!

This should have been Little Nightmare in its younger years, its first meeting with Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan.

As expected, Wang Chong soon saw a youth come in from the side, reach out with an arm, and snatch Little Nightmare out of the earth.

Little Nightmare flailed its legs around and struggled while the youth laughed.

Wang Chong noticed that this youth was not of the same age as the Xuanyuan he had seen earlier. He immediately understood that this was a different period of his life. That man seemed to want to impart something to him.

As expected, he soon heard that familiar voice in his ear.

“Little Nightmare is my pet, and it is also my friend. It accompanied me as I grew up, and is an extremely important member of my family!”

As that sorrowful voice spoke, Wang Chong saw those memories of a man and a beast playing on the plains, watched as the young Little Nightmare went from fear and estrangement toward the Yellow Emperor to climbing on his body and stealing his food. The relationship between man and beast grew deeper and deeper.