Chapter 120: Do You Like the Old Me or the Present Me?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hong Zhen was driven away.

The woman, carrying an oil lamp, slowly returned to the house. Unbeknownst to her, in another room, her son He Zhao was not asleep.

He Zhao, a young boy, sat on his bed, his fists clenched, his slender body trembling slightly. The courtyard of He Zhao’s house was small, and his room was near the gate. He had heard every word of the conversation outside.

His mother had been humiliated for his sake… He Zhao could not allow this to happen under any circumstances.

“The day after tomorrow, we’ll leave the city…”

He Zhao sighed and lay on his bed, pondering what to do. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep. In a half-conscious state, he felt his consciousness being guided upwards, gradually leaving his body and entering another world.

When He Zhao regained consciousness, he found himself in a dark hall, surrounded by grey mist. Around him sat eleven figures, each with a bronze lamp and a ferocious beast mask on their face. There was also a lamp and a mask at his place.

“The Immortal Tomb space, the master of the Immortal Tomb…”

A flood of information poured in, and young He Zhao gradually understood everything. He was then struck with shock. He realized that his soul had been drawn to this place in his sleep.

Growing up in Dream Ruins City, He Zhao had never heard of such methods. A sense of awe arose in his young heart. Mimicking the others, he picked up the mask from the table and put it on his face.

“Ah, a new Shebi Shi has arrived.”

A laugh came from the side, sounding like a young woman.

“Do you already know where you are?” asked a figure with a snake-shaped mask, looking at him.

He Zhao had never heard this language, but in this space, he could easily understand the other’s meaning.

“I… I know now,” he said, moving his lips under the mask.

Yan Zi, supporting her face with her hand, turned to look at him: “Little brother, where are you from?”

He Zhao’s voice was clear, reflecting his young and slender figure. Yan Zi thought that this new person must be quite young. “I come from the Dream Ruins City.”

He Zhao, without any guard, directly revealed his origin.

Huh, he doesn’t seem like he’s pretending, right?

Yan Zi blinked.

At the founding of the Immortal Tomb, the original twelve members were all cunning as old foxes, deeply concealing any information related to their identities.

The last to join, Gong Gong, seemed like an ordinary youth, but during a mission with Shebi Shi, where Shebi Shi died, he emerged unscathed. Yan Zi didn’t believe he lacked tricks up his sleeve. However, the place called Dream Ruins…

She had never heard of it.

The other ten exchanged glances, equally puzzled.

Dream Ruins? Where was that?

“Could it be in some minor world?” suggested Ju Mang.

By “minor world,” he didn’t refer to secret realms of opportunity. The Archean Eon Realm was shaped like an egg, floating in chaos. On the edges of its “shell, ” countless tiny bubbles clung, small as dust.

Each bubble was a world in itself, with a complete order of heaven and earth, capable of operating independently.

“That’s not it,” suddenly spoke Ru Shou, who usually didn’t talk much. “The language he uses is from the ancient era of the Heavenly Emperors. Though there are slight differences, I can hear it.”

Ru Shou added, “I have some research in this area.”

“The era of the celestial rulers?” Hou Tu was slightly surprised. “Is that language still in use?”

“Could it be… You come from Moshou City?” asked Di Jiang, his gaze fixed on He Zhao.

“I…” Facing these questions, He Zhao was momentarily at a loss.

In fact, his shock was greater than anyone present.

Minor worlds, Heavenly Emperors, Moshou City…

He Zhao had never heard of these.

“Are you from other cities?” he asked after some thought.

In He Zhao’s understanding, the “world” was the Dream Ruins City and the dark space outside it. Inside the city was a safe haven, outside lay thick darkness with monsters lurking.

He Zhao guessed that if there was a Dream Ruins City, then other great cities must exist in the endless darkness. The “foreigners” he met must be from those cities.

His words left everyone speechless.

Xuan Ming pondered for a moment: “Shebi Shi, could you tell us about Dream Ruins City?”

He Zhao nodded, not thinking much of it, and shared his origin and story.

After listening, everyone exchanged glances.

“There’s no inheritance of the Mohism Path, so it’s not likely Moshou City,” concluded Di Jiang, shaking his head.

“An inheritance from ancient times, with language only slightly changed… Is it a closed development model?” Ru Shou speculated.

“The endless darkness, night filled with strangeness… Could it be from the Endless Sea?” guessed Hou Tu.

“Conviction, Daoist Foundation, Orifice Solidification, Sitting Illumination… Compared to the Archean Eon Realm, the names of their cultivation stages are slightly different,” noted Ju Mang. “And in their place, cultivation actually shortens lifespan?”

“The language and cultivation methods have similarities. Perhaps Dream Ruins is also part of the Archean Eon Realm, but sealed by a powerful being, ” analyzed Tian Wu.

“Just like what the Barbarian God did, driving the barbarians to the Abyss of the Fallen God for isolated development, and over time… Maybe when they come out, this race will have forgotten its own history..”