Chapter 1244

The scene shifted. Emperor Tianwu the Twenty-Second and Lord Xuan Wuji awoke from within the illusion mirror, and in the blink of an eye had returned to the real ninth floor of the Star Astrology Tower. The environment here resembled a ring-shaped exhibition hall, with a star chart that could be freely adjusted floating at the center, covered all over with a sky full of stars.

The spot where they stood was right at the edge of the star chart, and there was no one around them — clearly the Imperial Preceptor had not yet arrived.

"I really don't know why the Imperial Preceptor has to show everyone the cycle of reincarnation every time someone comes. What kind of twisted taste is this?" Taking advantage of the Imperial Preceptor not yet being there, Lord Xuan Wuji hurriedly complained.

It was hard to imagine that the Commander of the Eternal Night Legion, at this very moment, possessed none of the dignity a Commander should have, and instead, like a tourist sightseeing, was offering commentary.

Those words startled Emperor Tianwu the Twenty-Second beside him. His face changed in shock and he directly covered his mouth. "Shh, Wuji, just shut your mouth. I don't want to be tortured by the Imperial Preceptor."

In front of the Imperial Preceptor, the two of them were undoubtedly like two fragile children. From childhood, they had been raised and taught by the Imperial Preceptor, and only they themselves knew the depth of this psychological shadow. Of course, the teaching environment was not in the Star Astrology Tower, but within the Imperial Academy.

The Imperial Preceptor was famous for being a chatterbox and for his eccentric, mercurial temper. The two of them had grown up suffering endlessly from the Imperial Preceptor's verbal torment. What they feared most was being called by the Imperial Preceptor for a one-on-one talk — such a talk would last at the very least an hour or two, and at most an entire day.

Just try to imagine: for a full hour or two, or even an entire day, an endless stream of words you cannot understand keeps pouring into your ear — from astronomy and the stars above, to geography, the humanities, and history below, every topic under the sun, one after another without pause. What a terrifying torment for the spirit!

The key was that the Imperial Preceptor would prattle on happily, not caring in the slightest whether you understood or not. In short, as long as he was happy, when he stopped was entirely up to his whim.

"Right, right!"

Lord Xuan Wuji nodded his head, only then realizing that they were already on the ninth floor of the Star Astrology Tower.

What the Imperial Preceptor had been researching lately — it wasn't impossible that he had overheard their conversation.

Just at this moment.

"I've already heard it… hehe, you two little brats, you dare speak ill of me inside my Star Astrology Tower!"

The Imperial Preceptor's aged yet powerful voice suddenly rang out inside the minds of the two. The two, panicked, instantly turned pale, and in their hearts there was only one thought.

We're done for!

At this moment, on the tenth floor of the Star Astrology Tower, which was not open to anyone, the space resembled a sci-fi-filled control cabin. A boy-looking youth had both hands operating an integrated set of advanced mechanical equipment, covered with a dizzying array of buttons — red, green, blue — along with all manner of warning and indicator lights, too many to count.

The youth was staring at one of the screens, which displayed Emperor Tianwu the Twenty-Second and Lord Xuan Wuji. Along with rapidly typing out a line of text with both hands, his mind hesitated over whether to press Enter.

"I already know the purpose of your visit. As for the contents of the Heavenly Scripture, I have nothing to tell you."

After thinking it over, he deleted the original words and typed out a new line.

"The emergence of the Heavenly Scripture is a blessing, not a calamity — if it is a calamity, there is no escaping it."

Once confirmed, the youth directly pressed the Enter key.

Instantly, this sentence once again appeared in the minds of the two in the form of an aged, powerful elder's voice. They did not detect any abnormality, nor could they refuse, and could only passively accept something so bizarre. This made Lord Xuan Wuji and Emperor Tianwu the Twenty-Second even more awed by the Imperial Preceptor, and they cupped their hands toward the void in a bow to express their thanks.

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"Your doubts have been resolved. You may go back now."

The voice rang out once more, and the two were quite puzzled. They had thought that they would have to keep the Imperial Preceptor company chatting for at least a whole night, yet the Imperial Preceptor had actually let them off so easily. Could it be that the Imperial Preceptor had finally realized he was a chatterbox?

In truth, that was not the case. The youth had simply become more interested in a certain person all of a sudden, his gaze even somewhat lost in thought.

Lin Cheng!

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A dead man who clearly should have already entered the eternal cycle of reincarnation had somehow inexplicably come back to life, and had now even become the empire's fourth Tier-8 Forger, his influence reaching far and wide.

"Is this a new BUG that has appeared in this world? For now, let me keep observing." the youth murmured.

The night passed without incident.

Zhai Family Medical Clinic.

Old Cheng, who had been unconscious for nearly a day and a night, had not slept so comfortably in a long time. His hazy consciousness allowed him to rest comfortably on his side. His left leg was a little itchy, and unconsciously he used the foot of his other leg to scratch it — the force was just right.

"So comfortable!" Old Cheng unconsciously murmured.

But very quickly, he came to his senses — he simply did not have a right leg, so how had he relieved the itch on his left leg?

Under the brain's command, the right leg immediately responded. Just as this question registered in his mind, the sensation transmitted from the brain was entirely different. As his conscious mind gradually cleared, he habitually tried to let his left leg touch his right leg, but this time the sensation was full and complete — the right leg even transmitted back to the left leg the information of touching the right leg.

How could this be possible?

Am I dreaming? Gone.