What met his eyes.
It was a face about seventy or eighty percent similar to his previous life.
But there were differences.
It had lost a bit of youthful air, and gained the domineering aura of an undying emperor.
Cold and silent.
Proud and aloof.
Eyes sharp as blades.
Evan Lin took a deep breath, scooped up some clear water, and gently wiped his face.
"So this is the Nocturne Emperor of this life?"
Evan Lin murmured to himself.
Memories of the Nocturne Emperor were still slowly resurfacing.
Evan Lin stood beside the pool, silent for a long time.
In the distance.
Countless eyes were fixed on him.
"Why isn't he moving?"
"Judging by the way he looks, his oil's run dry and his lamp's about to go out."
"All we have to do is walk up and kill the Nocturne Emperor right here, and from then on, the Nocturne Dynasty will be ours!"
In the shadows.
A series of cold, harsh voices sounded.
All eyes converged on Evan Lin.
But...
The Nocturne Emperor's prestige is overwhelming.
For over a hundred years, since the Nocturne Emperor personally founded the Nocturne Dynasty, he's never lost a single battle!
His presence—until now, unmatched.
Finally.
After a long time.
Some people grew restless, some couldn't hold back any longer.
"Your Majesty, we... Let's just go back."
Hailey Huai felt the pressure in the air changing rapidly, waves of intimidating force surging in from every direction.
Her eyes flashed nervously, a bit fearful, and her body couldn't help but tremble.
"It's fine."
Evan Lin shook his head.
Just as he was thinking, his heart suddenly stirred. He looked far south.
At this moment.
It was exactly noon.
Far away.
At the very edge of sight.
There stood a gigantic statue of a woman!
Evan Lin gazed at it, and though the statue was impossibly far away, it looked as if it was right in front of him—like a massive stone carving hundreds of meters tall.
That statue stood with its feet on the earth and its head touching the sky, radiating a terrifying aura that seeped into every heart, impossible to forget or ignore.
That was...
"Lyria?"
Evan Lin looked that way, body trembling, heart stunned.
That statue, far beyond any normal scale, was clearly the Glazeglass Empress—Lily Zhao!
"Your Majesty, are you staring at the Glazeglass Empress?"
Hailey Huai spoke cautiously from the side.
She realized that today the Emperor seemed oddly strange.
His words and actions were like he'd completely changed into someone else.
This...
Maybe it was because he was about to die, so his emotions were running wild?