My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing-Chapter 182 Monster (Lower Part) _2

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Chen Yu, completely naked and with a clean face, knelt on one knee, feigning a reflective state, his tone melancholic.

"Chen Yu contemplates every day."

"—Many people think they are thinking, but in reality, they are just reorganizing their prejudices."

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After an indeterminate number of years.

Chen Yu sat cross-legged, eyes tightly closed, his hair moving without wind, driving the extraordinary power circulating within his body.

And after so long, the title above his head was still bizarrely [The Holy Pregnant Woman].

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Time, imperceptible to Chen Yu's will, passed rapidly.

He no longer remembered the year or the month,

the day or the hour.

He had stormed through it.

Gone mad through it.

Fallen silent through it.

He had regained his usual composure.

When he felt like moving, he would recall Li Yao's combat style, delving into the art of fighting.

When he didn't feel like moving, he'd learn from those hardworking Transcendents, burying himself in cultivation every day.

Unaware of passing years.

Unconcerned with fading youth.

As for the princess, he ultimately chose not to "transmute" her.

Because he knew that this "vegetative person" might be his only hope of leaving the fourth layer.

"Huff..."

Chen Yu exhaled a breath of turbid air, further solidifying his already exceedingly stable strength and stood up, his expression emotionless as he walked to a corner of the hall.

He observed the princess lying flat on the ground.

Time had not left many traces on Chen Yu's face,

but it had slightly altered the appearance of this "vegetative person".

From a vibrant and exceedingly beautiful princess, she had transformed into a gentle and lovely, radiant queen.

Especially her belly, which had risen to a visibly discernible curve.

In silent contemplation for a long while,

Chen Yu reached out and touched the princess's abdomen, his gaze calm and undisturbed.

That's right.

The fetus inside the noble lady was still developing,

although at an extremely slow pace.

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"At least, it's been thirty years, I suppose."

With his hands behind his back, floating in the air, Chen Yu let his hair float freely, his gaze steady as he bit his fingertip and, on the fourth layer's walls, wrote a poem with a flourish.

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[Life has no root, float like dust on a lane.]

[Scattered by the wind, this body isn't the same.]

[Prime years don't come twice, a day won't dawn again.]

[Seize the moment with zeal, time waits for no man.]

After finishing, he wiped the blood off his finger, Chen Yu turned back to glance at the princess.

Wrinkles had already started to appear on her face.

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Gradually opening her eyes,

the old lady gazed at the ceiling above, her thoughts long unable to return.

It wasn't until half an hour later that her rigid brain began to come back to life, rolling her eyes to survey her surroundings.

The empty hall was void of anything.

"Hmm..."

"Cough cough cough."

After coughing violently a few times, the old lady struggled to sit up, subconsciously covering her swollen belly, her eyes blank.

"Where is this?"

"Who am I?"

"What am I doing?"

"..."

Looking bewildered, the old lady suddenly felt an urgent need to pee, quickly getting up, taking off her ornate but old-fashioned attire, preparing to relieve herself.

But then she suddenly saw a young man with an expressionless face standing in front of her.

"Who are you?!" the old lady exclaimed in surprise.

"My name is Chen Yu." Chen Yu, with his hands behind his back, calmly replied, "We've met again."

"You... you know me?"

"I do." Chen Yu nodded, "You even gave me three bottles of drinks once."

"I don't remember that." The old lady was confused.

Chen Yu didn't answer and just silently observed her.

The silent hall was utterly quiet.

The old lady, feeling self-conscious under his gaze, turned her head away, "Don't stare at people like that."

Chen Yu handed her a phone with no power, "Take a look at yourself."

"Huh?" The old lady, puzzled, accepted it, and through the reflection on the phone screen, saw her own face, instantly horrified, "Am I an old granny?!"

"Yes." Chen Yu nodded, "You weren't decades ago."

"How... How on earth did this..." Before she finished her sentence, the old lady suddenly paused, staring blankly at Chen Yu.

Memories rushed at her like a storm!

Quickly flooding her mind.

Seeing the old lady's reaction, Chen Yu narrowed his eyes, contemplative.

After what seemed like an eternity, the old lady seemed to have processed all her memories, her cloudy eyes clearing, sizing up Chen Yu, "Yo ho! Little Chen Yu came!"

Chen Yu: "It seems you have regained your memory."

"Got it back, got it back." The old lady licked her lips, lecherously circling Chen Yu, "When did you arrive here?"

"Decades ago." Chen Yu answered.

"I'm so touched." The old lady instantly burst into tears, "Just to wait for me, right?"

Chen Yu: "No."

The old lady's sobbing came to an abrupt halt, "You really are no fun."

Ignoring her words, Chen Yu kept his expression calm and said, "How should I get out of here."

"Ah! I get it." The old lady was ecstatic, "So you're trapped here!"

"Yes."

"So that's it! It's 'fate's guidance', isn't it? Under my daughter's arrangement, you've come to me again."

"You, you are your daughter. Your daughter, is you." Chen Yu smiled, "I have witnessed it all. Respected, Madam Princess."

"No no no." The old lady pulled down her trousers, nonchalantly squatting down to pee, "My daughter is my daughter, I am me, we are not the same person. Little Chen Yu, you still don't understand."

Chen Yu: "Who you are is no longer of concern to me. I just want to know, how do I get out of here."

"You can leave at any time." The old lady whistled and patted her big belly, "But my daughter, the future princess, told me, it would be best not to leave now."