For a moment, everyone fell silent. Faced with Ancestor Emperor Huang before me, I was caught off guard—especially by his talk of wanting to guide Coexistence back to the Unreal.
As for that terrible future, I truly don’t know what to say, nor how to settle my own panicked heart. The future hasn’t arrived yet, but someone has already told you in advance that all the misery to come will be triggered by you.
An endless black desert, with the wind pecking through ruined buildings—a future where nothing remains. Only the long-haired Ethan Zhang, The Lost Mediator, wanders alone in a world of perpetual darkness.
Days like these, for my future self, are utterly despairing. Everyone is gone, and what exactly happened—we have no way of knowing.
"Can you tell me what exactly happens in the future?"
Ancestor Emperor Huang shook his head. Yinchou burst out laughing, then looked thoughtfully at Ancestor Emperor Huang.
"Was it some guy who told you all this through some means?"
"Since you’ve already guessed it, I won’t say more. Yes, it was Ethan Zhang who notified us—through Juchen Realm."
My eyes widened as I stared blankly at Ancestor Emperor Huang.
"Yvonne May's instincts—I've always felt they weren’t anything good, even long ago. Calling it a curse wouldn’t be an exaggeration. It’s a curse you all placed on her. Don’t you think that’s cruel?"
Yuna Ji rested her chin in her hands, but her eyes grew unusually serious.
Thinking back, even when I was alive, Yvonne May always gave off a strange feeling. During those years she lived in the Grant Domain, she spoke little, yet seemed to know things in advance—she knew so much, maybe even the future of our Grant Domain, the merciless war, and my own fate. It all makes me feel so bitter.
A flash of anger appeared on Yuna Ji’s face. My eyes widened. When Yuna Ji once showed me that memory, I couldn't help but wonder what happened to Yvonne May—why did she compromise so easily, accept everything, let herself be tainted for the sake of her family? Her life became mechanical, stripped of feeling.
So that’s how it was. Back when we first rose to power, my territory bordered Yvonne May’s. We often had minor clashes with her people, but our relationship was decent. She warned us early on to rein in our edge. I still remember when Yuna Ji, that wretch, came to persuade me to surrender—Yvonne May had already visited before. So she could see the future from birth? You two bastards.
With a whoosh, Red Hair threw a punch, his fist wrapped in black ghostly energy, slicing through the light and shadow. Ancestor Emperor Huang watched us in silence, saying nothing, while Yuna Ji grew more and more furious.
Now I finally understand. Given the relationship between her and Yuna Ji, with Ji La and Ji Chang present at the time, and King Ji, though old, still able to see things clearly—Grant Domain and May Domain separated by Jiang Territory—even if Yvonne May wasn’t handed over, she could have stayed in Grant Domain with a legitimate reason. But in the end, it was Yvonne May herself who chose to leave, so resolute and decisive.
Maybe Yvonne May foresaw that staying in Grant Domain would become an unbearable burden for Yuna Ji and the others, especially with war about to break out.
Yvonne May, why did you say nothing? If you’d spoken a single word, even separated by thousands of miles, I would have come to help. It’s all because of you people.
Yuna Ji looked at Ancestor Emperor Huang, her emotions stirred, while Yinchou gave a cold laugh.
After Yvonne May died, she came to this land of darkness. At that time, you and Emperor Yan were still fighting, right? That’s why she returned unscathed. But after she came back, she could no longer see the future, could she?
Yinchou asked a question, and Ancestor Emperor Huang nodded.
Just like your sister’s instinctual funeral was incomplete, as a human, Yvonne May—there was nothing we could do for her. Or rather, our hands could never reach her. Only after her death did everything become fate’s decision.
Bullshit! It was clearly you all...
Suddenly, a burst of flames lit up. We turned around. Emperor Yan, who had been sleeping, slowly rose, and at that moment, Rachel Lan awoke too, staring at us and Emperor Yan beside her in astonishment.
Old Yan, what are you...
Rachel Lan stared in amazement at Emperor Yan, whose hair and beard had turned into flames in the fire.
Sorry, Rachel. I’m not the Old Yan you know. I am Emperor Yan. Of course, you can call me Old Yan; we’re the same in many ways. But I owe you an apology for hiding things from you.
Old Yan, this must be important. You’re looking for my husband.
Emperor Yan nodded, walking over slowly. In an instant, their eyes met—Emperor Yan and Ancestor Emperor Huang, and a fierce light burst from their eyes.
Juchen wasn’t forced upon that child—it was a choice of bloodline. Or more precisely, Juchen chose Yvonne May, and she chose Juchen in return. We couldn’t possibly pull such an instinct out of the Unreal, right, Ancestor Emperor Huang?