Lěng Yè no longer needed to waste energy guessing; he had already seen through the truth. At this moment, the battlefield of the "Realm of Offering Treasures" was filled with smoke and dust. Blown by violent gusts of wind, the dust flew wildly, and broken walls and ruined structures could be seen everywhere. Blood stained a vast expanse of the earth, and the battle cries and miserable screams of soldiers intertwined like a tragic and desolate song. Lěng Yè stared at that familiar figure, feeling only a splitting headache. This second trial, the "Realm of Offering Treasures," clearly mixed his and Kǒng Yǎotiǎo's memory fragments together.
Lěng Yè was so certain for the simplest of reasons: Kǒng Yǎotiǎo had probably never even heard of Yě Chóngshàn's name, so how could she possibly recreate Yě Chóngshàn with such lifelike precision? Yě Chóngshàn stood there in a general's armor, holding a blood-stained long saber with a heroic bearing. Yet that literary-looking face, no matter how one looked at it, felt completely out of place on this bloody battlefield, looking nothing like a battle-hardened general.
"How could Yě Chóngshàn be here, though?" Lěng Yè muttered to himself, frowning. His gaze drifted across the battlefield, and he suddenly looked in astonishment to find that the one wearing armor and confronting Yě Chóngshàn was actually Mù Chāngchén. The previous trial had at least respected the integrity of memory, but why was this trial directly starting to make things up at …
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