Chapter 1032: Chapter 499: Artificial Monk, Memory Fragments, and Kasaya_3

The Prince stood at the pond’s edge, looking down from above at the child he had pushed into the water.

Zhang Ze recognized the child; from his eyebrows and eyes, it was clearly Xiao Jing.

Obviously, he was enjoying royal bullying.

Zhang Ze looked down and discovered that Mr. Xiao’s eyes were hiding lice.

It’s not a mistake; the Prince really had put lice in Xiao Jing’s eyes.

Zhang Ze could only say that this Prince was truly inhumane.

Later, when the Prince was killed with a single slash by Mr. Xiao during a fight in the Imperial City, it served him right.

Afterwards, the scenes rarely shifted, mostly focusing on this Prince.

Whether due to missing memory fragments or a truly boring life, Zhang Ze only saw two things in the Prince’s memories.

Bullying Xiao Jing and sitting in meditation for cultivation.

Day after day, year after year.

Until one day, the Prince was pierced through with ten thousand swords.

Xiao Jing, now grown up, kicked him into the lake while he was pierced.

And filled his eyes with lice as well.

The struggle for princely heir has always been like this.

Then the screen went dark, and when Zhang Ze could see again, he found himself suddenly in a third-person perspective.

The Prince was being dragged along a corridor underground.

After watching for a while, Zhang Ze realized that he was still in first-person perspective.

The reason he seemed to be floating was that Xiao Jing had cut off the Prince’s head, which was now being carried by someone.

After walking for a long time, they finally reached the end of the long dark path, where Zhang Ze saw a pool.

The pool was filled with black mud, roiling and bubbling, rippling like contorted faces appearing and disappearing.

Zhang Ze watched as Xiao Jing approached the poolside, raising his hand to throw the broken body into it. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He then cut his palm with a dagger, letting crimson blood fall into the mud.

As that drop of essence blood dispersed in the pool, the mud began to churn again, and the submerged corpse was pushed back to the surface.

However, what surfaced was only a withered hand.

The flesh and blood on the hand had vanished, leaving only dry skin and white bone.

Xiao Jing sighed, then instructed a masked person beside him about something, before grabbing the head and throwing it into the black mud as well.

This time, the darkness lasted longer, perhaps because the remaining memory fragments were too obscure, challenging to uncover.

Whether it was an illusion or not, in the darkness, Zhang Ze heard Li and the Little Monk muttering.

"What happens next? Why did it stop?"

"Don’t worry, don’t worry, it should be soon, just wait for me."

After their voices faded away, another scene appeared before Zhang Ze’s eyes.

This time, he transformed into the withered hand, placed on a shelf.

The shelf contained many similar items.

Most were parts of the body, each in various states of incompleteness, all fragmented.

They resembled failed experiments of some kind.

The scenes continued intermittently, but each time Zhang Ze opened his eyes, he discovered more failures piling up on the shelf.

The raw materials for these failures were mainly Xiao Jing’s clan members and brothers.

It seemed that even after ascending the throne, the princely heir struggle continued.

Until one day, Xiao Jing fished out another version of himself from the pool.

Xiao Jing admired his own flesh briefly before reaching out and gouging the eyes from ’another self.’

The scene abruptly halted here.

The memories of Xiao Jing ended entirely here, with only one fragment left.

This final memory fragment recorded the path to Baiyujing beneath the Earth Sea.

In the last fragment, Zhang Ze saw a calamity creature carrying the severed hand ’swim’ out from Baiyujing.

It wandered in confusion before ’surfacing,’ quickly rising along a certain path to reality.

The calamity carrying the severed hand stood atop the wasteland, the sky as bleak as diarrhea mirrored its ugly visage.

Yet before it could unleash its first howl in this lifetime, a powerful voice descended from the heavens.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

And then, it was over.

A robust young monk, wearing a naked kasaya, leaped down from the sky. After crushing the calamity, he picked up the severed hand...

The memory fragments were completely exhausted.

At this moment, Zhang Ze also emerged from the captivity of the memory fragments.

Yet he did not leave, standing atop the imaginary wasteland, pondering a question.

"I understand a naked apron, but what the heck is a naked kasaya?"