I woke up after 300 million years

into the night.

In the master bedroom of the Health Palace, an oil lamp was burning with a flame. The weak light could not dispel the darkness in every corner of the bedroom. In these darkness, strange peeps were peeping out, and the claws of evil were sticking out.

Yan Fan was lying on the soft bed with his eyes closed and a look of pain on his brows.

He was dreaming again, a nightmare that repeated every night...

In the dream, Yan Fan was in a dark and lightless universe, with a huge scarlet eye staring at him. Countless tentacle-like branches were wrapped around his ankles and around his neck. After tightening, he had difficulty breathing and his whole body was cold. Like frost, it has lost its temperature and is even more terrifying than a corpse.

"You can't kill me, you will never kill me, everything will eventually belong to me..."

The scarlet eyes sounded an extremely evil voice.

A divine bird lit with flames, overlooking Yan Fan floating in the universe, and watched quietly.

In an instant, the universe turned into blood red, and a ball of flesh tore out a disgusting mouth, uttering unpleasant ravings over and over again.

"You didn't succeed, I didn't fail. If you block your memory and power, you can't kill me. Your biggest mistake is to listen to the shady words and separate the divine source from the divine kingdom. Without the key, you can't open the door to the divine source. , unable to see me, unable to truly kill me..."

Behind everything lurks a lingering and deepening horror.

The three foreign gods tortured Yan Fan in his dreams every night.

Choke his neck, tear his limbs apart, eat his internal organs...

Yan Fan was unconscious and felt pain, but could not wake up or control his limbs.

The sight of watching himself being eaten bit by bit, the sight of unknown creatures breaking off his bones and fingers, always impacted his mind, shattered his soul, and drove him crazy.

Yan Fan was in so much pain that he wanted to die, but death was a luxury.

Screams echoed.

He once again watched the calf being eaten, with scarlet eyes and disgusting balls of flesh surrounding him, grinning crookedly, and pieces of meat remaining between his teeth.

The Flame Divine Bird was very calm, not involved, not stopping, and incredibly calm.

"who are you......"

"Why are you torturing me..."

"Get out of my body..."

Yan Fan was shouting and roaring hysterically.

"We are you, you are us..." The voice of the divine bird shocked the dreamland.

Not only that, His voice transcended dreams and surged in the real universe. Countless sleeping strong men opened their eyes, searched and deduced, but ultimately found nothing.

Just when Yan Fan was in despair, he saw a silver-white ring and a blurry woman. She opened her arms to him and caressed his face with distress.

"Xiaofan, don't be afraid, I will always be with you..."

The woman was stabbed through the heart with a branch and dragged away.

"no, do not want!"

"Come back, come back..."

In the master bedroom of the Health Preservation Palace, Yan Fan suddenly woke up with a panic look on his face and stretched out his hand towards the ceiling.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

As time passed, his expression changed from panic to calmness, and then from calmness to confusion. He forgot the content of the dream and the pain of being tortured by the external gods.

"I...had a nightmare again?"

Yan Fan retracted his hand and straightened his back with great strength. Later he realized that the pillow was wet.

He rubbed his eyes, which were full of tears, and felt inexplicably depressed.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

There was a knock on the door, and Le Huanhuan's soft voice came, "Ancestor, are you okay?"

Yan Fan covered his head and stared down at the ring on his neck without saying a word.

There was silence outside the door for five seconds. The door was pushed open, and Le Huanhuan, wearing a thin white skirt, walked in. She closed the door gently, then walked to the bed and squatted down, Wen Ruan asked:

"Ancestor, are you having nightmares again?"

"I don't know." Yan Fan exhaled a breath, his eyes darkened, "I seem to be in pain, as if someone wants to replace me, as if I saw someone important, but after I woke up, I forgot all about it."

"Am I sick? Or am I mentally disturbed?"

Le Huanhuan picked up a wooden comb and combed Yan Fan's messy white hair neatly, while enlightening in a gentle and virtuous voice:

"Ancestor, you must be too anxious. Perhaps amnesia is not friendly to you. It is also because you are too eager to retrieve the lost memory. A series of factors exploded in the subconscious, leading to nightmares."

"You should be more open-minded. No matter how precious and profound the memories of the past are, the past cannot be restored. People who live in the past will be miserable after all. You are the ancestor of the Wushuang Dynasty, noble and supreme, and the wonderful future is worth looking forward to."

Yan Fan raised his head slightly and looked at the woman, "The future...?"

"Yes, the future!" Le Huanhuan said firmly.

The window was blown open by a gust of wind, the flames of the oil lamp on the table were extinguished, and the bedroom was plunged into darkness.

For some reason, Yan Fan's heart beat suddenly faster, as if he was afraid of the darkness and the creatures in the darkness.

He now hates the dark, so he lights an oil lamp when sleeping.

Le Huanhuan lit the oil lamp with a flick of his finger, waved his hand, and the window closed automatically.

"Ancestor, your heart is beating so fast. Are you afraid of the dark?"

"Are you kidding me? I, a high-ranking monk in the Ascension Realm, am afraid of the dark?" Yan Fan raised his voice a little higher.

He pretended to be calm and waved his hand, "Don't add drama to yourself, go out, I'm going to bed, you don't have to guard the door every day, the palace is such a powerful place, no one will come to assassinate me."

Le Huanhuan blinked her eyes. The woman's observation was very delicate. There was a smile on her lips, half-jokingly, "Ancestor, let me tell you a secret. My daughter is also afraid of the dark. How about I stay here to sleep with you tonight. ....Two people are better than one, don't worry, I promise not to take off my clothes, I promise not to think wildly, and I promise not to push myself too far, so I will just squat by the bed and watch you sleep."

On the bed, Yan Fan didn't bother to talk to the woman, so he lay down, covered himself with quilt, and turned over with his back facing her.

Hehe, the ancestor is really easy to talk to... Le Huanhuan was secretly happy.

She knelt and sat by the bed, holding her chin with her hands, looking at Yan Fan's side face tenderly with her beautiful eyes. She fell in love with him more and more, and the more she looked at him, the more she wanted to kiss him.

But she understood that her status was low.

Although externally she is the leader of the Peerless Army and a monk in the Tianyi Realm with many talents, internally it is different. The emperor, princes, generals, a lot of people have higher status and stronger cultivation than her.

Her inferiority complex prevented her from touching Yan Fan, but she was already happy from a distance.

An hour later, the sky turned pink and the sun gradually rose in the east.

Le Huanhuan asked softly:

"Ancestor, are you asleep?"

"Ancestor, do you want bed-warming service?"

"Ancestor, what do you want to eat this morning?"

"Ancestor..."

Yan Fan, whose head was covered with black lines, turned around and met Le Huanhuan's eyes. The distance between their faces was only five centimeters, and they could feel each other's breath and heat.

"Don't call me Le Huanhuan anymore, just change your name to Le Daodao."

Le Huanhuan was glared at and she shrank her neck in fear. She circled her index fingers on her chest. The little girl said softly:

"I just want to make sure that if you fall asleep, I won't disturb you. If you don't, I will tell you a story to lull you to sleep."

Yan Fan: "...I really thank you."

"Come up and sleep." Yan Fan said, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his thumb.

As soon as he heard that he could go to bed, Le Huanhuan's eyes lit up, he took off his shoes and coat, and slipped into bed. Who knows, the bed was empty.

She stuck her head out and found Yan Fan standing at the door at some point.

"I asked you to sleep. I didn't say I would sleep with you. You rest for a while and I'll go get some air."

Watching Yan Fan open the door and leave, Le Huanhuan was extremely disappointed.

The next second, she became excited again, burying her whole face on the pillow, hugging the quilt tightly, greedily inhaling the faint manly scent, her cheeks flushed.

"By the way, let's cook a bowl this morning..." Yan Fan shot back and wanted to drink white porridge, but he saw an unsightly scene.

The corner of his mouth twitched and he covered his forehead with one hand, "Le Huanhuan, you are so perverted sometimes."

"Woo... Ancestor, it's not what you think!" Le Huanhuan became anxious and quickly got out of bed to put on her shoes and catch up to explain.

......

A month later.

In the kitchen of the Health Palace, two figures were busy.

Yan Fan holds the handle of the iron pot, tilts the spoon handsomely, and stir-fries for fifteen seconds. A dish of shredded chili pork is completed, with full color, fragrance and flavor.

"Ancestor, the color of this chicken soup is wrong. The more it is cooked, the darker it becomes. Could it be poisonous?" Mu Changsheng stood in front of the casserole. He didn't know how to prepare this dish. He added condiments indiscriminately and the color of the soup turned black.

Yan Fan turned his head, rolled his eyes, and said:

"You poured two-thirds of a bottle of soy sauce. What a talent."

"Open it, open it, take out the dishes, this pot of chicken soup is ruined."

After working for half an hour, the two made three dishes and one soup, two meat dishes and one vegetarian dish. The chicken soup was replaced with pumpkin soup.

The autumn wind rustled and the maple leaves were red. The two of them sat in the yard and had a drink.

Mu Changsheng took off his yellow robe and wore a purple and gold silk gown. His black hair was tied up, and a rare smile appeared on his weather-beaten cheeks.

"Ancestor, this shredded meat is tender, please try it."

"Ancestor, my descendants will serve you a bowl of soup. I dug the pumpkin. Isn't it very sweet?"

If anyone were around, they would be surprised to find out that the tyrant sitting on the imperial chair also has a simple and down-to-earth side.

Yan Fan served Mu Changsheng some vegetables, "This bowl of braised pork is very fragrant. Eat more. I feel like you've lost weight again."

The two of them ate and drank like a family.

Yan Fan was quite satisfied with his craftsmanship. After taking a sip of pumpkin soup, he asked:

"Where's the little girl? I haven't seen her recently."

"You always know something. The girl who was my first love is a seclusion madman. Don't talk about you. Sometimes I can't see her for three to four months, or even half a year." Mu Changsheng picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, feeling sincerely. , "She was able to break through to the Ascension Realm at the age of seventeen. Innate excellence is important, but her hard work is even more amazing."

"At her age, it is commendable that she can keep her composure, not be playful, not compare, not show off, and only wants to practice and become stronger. It is probably related to the experience in her previous life, and she may have many enemies."

Listening carefully, Yan Fan nodded thoughtfully and said:

"When she breaks through the immortal realm and becomes an earthly immortal, you give her the coffin. You won't be able to study the secret method with it anyway. I also can't understand the characters on it because of my amnesia. She has the memory of the previous life, so she should be able to become a human through the coffin. Being stronger will do no harm to your master."

"Yes, I understand." Mu Changsheng nodded in agreement.

In fact, he didn't care about the power of the coffin. He just felt that the coffin belonged to his ancestors and he didn't want to give it to anyone else. Otherwise, with his love for Meng's first love, he would basically give it to anyone he wanted.

More importantly, since he has ascended to the ninth level, he cannot use an imperial-level coffin.

The atmosphere in the courtyard is warm and relaxing.

One helped the other to pick up food, the other advised the other to eat more, and finished a bottle of wine.

The autumn wind blows, and the fiery red maple leaves become the main color in the courtyard.

Yan Fan, with white hair flying around his temples, asked curiously, "Has the candidate been confirmed?"

Mu Changsheng put down his chopsticks and started talking:

"There are thirteen people in total, five in the Tianyi realm and eight in the King's realm. They are all outstanding leaders of the younger generation. It is not difficult to fight across one or two small classes. One of them is familiar to you. His name is Yun Shiya."

"You don't know, last time Prince Yun went back and learned what happened at Yunduan Pavilion, he gave his biological daughter a severe beating and said that he would bring Yun Shiya to see you to admit his mistake face to face."

"You were busy cultivating those days, and I told them not to disturb you. A month passed by, and Fairy Yun must have been very panicked, hahaha..."

Yan Fan slapped Mu Changsheng on the back of the head, "You are really mean. Why should an adult care about a child?"

The maple leaves fell into the bowl. Mu Changsheng rubbed the back of his head and retorted:

"I don't have your bad taste. Prince Yun told me that you want to introduce Yun Shiya to me as the queen. She is only a twenty-nine-year-old girl. I am over eight hundred years old. Do you think it is appropriate?"

Yan Fan: "It's not unusual for an old cow to eat young grass... Anyway, you have the final say in your dynasty."

Mu Changsheng: "..."

After having enough wine and food, Yan Fan raised his head and stared at the sun to determine the time.

"At noon, it's almost time to set off."

Yan Fan stood up and stretched, with an expectant smile on his lips.

"The remains of the saint..."