Chapter 1694

Zhu Youjian shook his head: "I don't know either!"

Only after speaking did he find the leisure to observe his surroundings.

Besides the old, armless daughter and the two young maidens beside her, there were two others in the imperial hall, both clad in dragon robes.

One was a boy, one a girl.

But their dragon robes were not the same.

One was the orthodox Ming dragon robe he knew well; the other was unfamiliar—even after poring over ancient texts, he could not identify which dynasty's robe she wore.

Could it be—the dragon robe of a new dynasty after the Ming?

Zhu Meichuo hurried forward to explain: "Father, Mother, this is the Queen of the new dynasty. It was she who overthrew the old order, ended foreign rule, and brought peace to the realm."

"This is the one who saved you. By the way, Uncle and Father are old acquaintances!"

Zhu Youjian was stunned.

If someone can resurrect the dead, how come I never knew I knew such an incredible person?

He turned to the boy, studied him closely—but not a single memory stirred in his mind.

The boy smiled: "My name is Zhu Youjian."

"That's impossible!"

The Zhu Youjian of this world stared in shock: "How could you possibly be me?"

Emperor Chongzhen chuckled: "I am from another world, naturally different from you in this one. You've heard of the myriad worlds, haven't you?"

"The Three Thousand Worlds? The Thirty-Three Heavens? Those legends?"

"Precisely. 603" Chongzhen nodded.

Zhu Youjian was utterly stunned: "You can resurrect the dead—have you become an immortal?"

"Of course I've become an immortal," Zhu Youjian laughed. "And a Great Luo Immortal at that!"

"Great Luo Immortal!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Youjian's eyes widened like ox's.

Though people often say even Great Luo Immortals cannot save everyone, belittling them,

in truth, this only proves that, in common eyes, Great Luo Immortals are the most powerful beings.

Myself from another world—could he really have become a Great Luo Immortal?

"What of my Great Ming?" Zhu Youjian asked, hopeful.

Chongzhen laughed: "Since the Great Ming has already fallen, let it go. I made a promise with Long Er—I can't help you reclaim the Great Ming."

"No way?" Zhu Youjian sank into despair. "I lost the Great Ming—I'm filled with guilt. I've betrayed my ancestors terribly."

Chongzhen shook his head: "No need for such sorrow. Your ancestors already know of your deeds—they've sent me to bring you back to cultivate! From now on, you'll cultivate in the Great Ming Immortal Realm. Forget about imperial affairs. After all, whether you or I, neither of us were ever fit to rule the world."

"My ancestors have forgiven me?"

Chongzhen nodded: "Yes."

Zhu Youjian exhaled deeply, feeling a sudden lightness in his body.

He turned to Long Er and bowed: "Your Majesty, my earlier words were impolite—please forgive me."

Long Er smiled: "No matter. Even if Old Zhu broke his promise, I could always appeal to the Dao Lord—he won't favor anyone."

Zhu Youjian's heart jolted.

"Does that mean the Zhu family isn't the sole power? Who exactly is this Dao Lord?"

Chongzhen chuckled: "The Zhu family could never be the only power. Among our peers are Qin's Ying Zheng, Song's Taizu, Tang's Li Er..."

Zhu Youjian stared, dumbfounded—he never imagined the myriad worlds held so many powers.

"None of that matters. In the chat group, what matters most is the Dao Lord's will. We became Great Luo Immortals only through his grace. Since he upholds justice across the myriad worlds, we must be just too. If one day the Dao Lord decides to plunder all worlds, we'll gladly serve as his vanguard. You'll understand later."

"For every member of the chat group, the Dao Lord is an entity never to be angered."

"Husband, you speak of him like that—he'd laugh if he heard."

At that moment, a clear voice rang out—a fairy stepped through a beam of light: "Husband has never asked you to do anything!"

"You've come too!"

Chongzhen shifted topic, avoiding further discussion.

These words were kept hidden—a silent agreement among ordinary group members, never spoken aloud.

Though he was merely a failed emperor, he understood.

Some things need not be spoken, yet must be considered.

Aside from the modern-world maidens, most in the group were shrewd.

All along, everyone quietly followed this unspoken rule—it was their shrewd way of navigating things.

Zhu Youjian blinked: "She's your daughter?"

Chongzhen nodded: "Yes. Meichuo is also one of the Dao Lord's attendants."

Again, the Dao Lord?

Zhu Youjian felt deeply confused—this person was mysterious, not only revered by the new dynasty's ruler, but also heavily relied upon by the Great Ming's celestial court, even among Great Luo Immortals.

Just what manner of being is he?

"You're the me of this world!" Zhu Meichuo looked at Jiunan. "You've suffered so much."

With a thought, Jiunan's form instantly changed.

Her weathered, aged appearance became young and beautiful.

Her severed arm instantly regrew.

She moved her limbs—everything felt perfect, as if her arm had never been broken.

More astonishing still—her heart was utterly free of gloom, as if all past sorrows had vanished like smoke and clouds.

Long Er smiled and said, "Congratulations to the Ninth Princess on escaping the great calamity, regaining your youth, and having hope of immortality from now on."

"Many thanks, Your Majesty."

"Many thanks, Princess!"

Zhu Meichuo smiled and said, "Between you and me, why must we speak of thanks!"

A'ke and A'qi only felt dazzled, their hearts in an extremely complicated state.

The Grand Luo Immortal Ancestral Master!

The all-powerful Master from another realm!

The miraculous encounters came so fast, leaving them with no time to take it all in.

"Wonderful!"

"Wonderful! From now on, following Master, I'm destined to rise to greatness. No—become an immortal, I want to become an immortal!"

Zhu Meichuo looked at the two of them and smiled: "So these are the two disciples you've taken? Not bad at all!"

A'Jiu hesitated a little: "A'qi is fine, but A'ke is Wu Sangui's daughter. At that time I…"

A'ke was startled.

That can't be!

Could it be that because of her own father's connection, her immortal fate was about to fly away?!

No!

If such a chance flew away, where would she ever find another in the future!

"No!" Zhu Meichuo shook her head. "A'ke is the daughter of Li Zicheng and Chen Yuanyuan, not Wu Sangui's daughter."

A'ke's mood was like riding a roller coaster, rising and falling.

Isn't this still a rebel?

Feels pretty much the same!

Fortunately the immortal Master didn't say more—does that mean her immortal fate was preserved?

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