"My son, my good son, wake up quickly—"
In the haze, a familiar voice rang by his ear, filled with urgency and worry, continuously calling out to his slumbering self, pulling Ye Chen back from the deepest recesses of consciousness.
Only after a long while did Ye Chen finally awaken from his muddled state. The moment he opened his eyes, the light was dazzling, and it took him a good while to adjust.
He felt himself lying on a warm, soft, and comfortable large bed. Sitting by the bedside was a beautiful woman who still retained her charm. Her skin was fair and delicate, her hair was done up in a bun, and she wore luxurious, elegant clothing—a noblewoman from a wealthy family.
The beautiful woman had tears in her lovely eyes as she held his hand, weeping intermittently, earnestly calling his name with sorrow and grief.
Not far away, a little maid, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old and as lovely as a flower, stood gracefully. With red lips and white teeth, her proper attire outlined the enticing curves of her precociously developed figure—a delicate little beauty who was also looking anxiously at Ye Chen on the bed.
Her large, dark, clear eyes suddenly saw that the young master, who had been unconscious for so long, had finally opened his eyes. She immediately became so overjoyed that she danced about, calling out repeatedly, "Madam, look quickly, the young master has woken up, the young master has woken up!"
Hearing the little maid's cries, the beautiful woman hurriedly looked over. Seeing it was indeed true, tears immediately began to fall incessantly from her lovely eyes, but they were tears of pleasant surprise. "Chen'er, you're awake?"
Wasn't that stating the obvious?
Lying on the bed, Ye Chen smiled helplessly. But seeing his mother's concerned, expectant gaze, he softened and weakly uttered a soft "Mm." "Mother, I'm awake. Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm good. It's just that my body is still a bit weak."
Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman wept even more profusely, then rushed out, leaving behind a sentence: "You wait, I'll go call your father to come see."
Ye Chen had wanted to refuse, but his mother had already rushed out before he could stop her, so he had no choice but to let it be.
"In this life, I have finally been reborn as a human!"
The youth's lips moved slightly as he murmured to himself.
At this moment, there were far too many memories in his mind, continuously emerging from the deepest depths, leaving him momentarily bewildered. Only after a moment did he understand everything.
"I am Qian Yue, the young generation's supreme Qian Yue, one of the strongest among the current younger generation!"
Ye Chen comprehended his past and present lives, understanding everything.
His previous life had been infinitely glorious. His talent and brilliance were unparalleled in the world. He was an invincible young generation's supreme, battling on the path to become a Great Emperor, advancing triumphantly, contending with the strongest young prodigies of the myriad realms, competing for the position of ruler between heaven and earth—the Human Sovereign!
Before losing his memories, he could be said to have dominated an era, causing countless prodigies across the myriad realms to pale in comparison, to appear dim. Facing him, they could only look up to him like a towering mountain, insurmountable.
He could contend on the Human Sovereign's path with the most terrifying enemies in the world, watched by all ages, hailed as one of the prodigy supremes with the greatest chance of becoming the Human Sovereign.
Similarly, he was also the ruler of a great world, the Little Divine Realm, the supreme monarch of a divine kingdom, commanding billions of living beings. How majestic and glorious, nearly reaching the pinnacle of splendor, his radiance illuminating the myriad realms, who could contend with him?
But unfortunately, Heaven envied genius. In the end, when he was breaking through a major realm, he unfortunately encountered the most terrifying supreme tribulation in the world. A dual tribulation erupted together. Even the incarnations of the Nine Heavens—Cang Tian, Qing Tian, Huang Tian, and Youming Tian—appeared within the tribulation, giving rise to an unprecedented forbidden heavenly tribulation.
This was the most terrifying tribulation in the world, capable of annihilating everything.
Moreover, Qian Yue of that year was too powerful. Alone, he suppressed countless young heroes across the myriad realms, making them unable to lift their heads, stunning all ages.
Various great enemies were unwilling to watch him grow, fearing that he would truly achieve the position of Human Sovereign, ruler of the myriad realms, in the future. When he was undergoing his tribulation, they added fuel to the fire, not hesitating to risk the fatal danger of incurring Heaven's wrath to strike. In the end, they paid a heavy price, causing him to be severely injured and on the verge of death.
Finally, because he sealed the Great Evil of the Emperor's Pass, he was forcibly jointly sacrificed by seven ancient Great Sages.
His former kingly friends learned the news too late and ultimately were unable to lend timely assistance. In the end, Qian Yue had no choice but to perish.
However, within the unfathomable workings of fate, there was still a thread of vitality. In the end, he was reincarnated and reborn, with all the memories of his past life still intact.
Ye Chen let out a slight sigh. In this life, he was also twenty-six years old.
The little maid approached the bedside. Seeing the young master awake, she also wept with joy, her large eyes red, sobbing, "Young Master, you've finally woken up. If you hadn't woken up, the master and madam would have gone mad."
After awakening, he still retained the memories of these sixteen years, so he naturally knew the cause and effect of all this. When he understood what had happened, even he himself was speechless.
He had almost died—committed suicide by jumping into a river, all for a girl who had deceived him. Blinded by love, unable to accept the cruel fact of being deceived, he had jumped into a lake seeking death.
In the end, he was discovered and rescued from the icy lake water. But after returning, he had been unconscious for three days and three nights, his vitality feeble. They spent a great cost, employing many spiritual materials and medicinal treasures, and only then managed to keep a breath of life, allowing him to survive.
Could you not be so pathetic?
Ye Chen lamented. Regarding the pathetic incompetence of this life's self, even he himself had the impulse to slap himself—so foolish!
In the past, even when besieged by great enemies from myriad realms, he could escape death. Yet now, he had almost committed suicide by jumping into a river for a woman. If this manner of death were to spread, known by his former great enemies, known by people across the myriad realms, they would probably laugh themselves to death. It was too humiliating.
But thinking back to his initial self, for Yi Wu, ah...
A light sigh represented how much emotion. His thoughts were complex, recalling the straightforwardness of the past, with indescribable feelings difficult to express.
The little maid, seeing the young master frowning deeply, couldn't help but softly ask, "Young Master, what's wrong? Does it still hurt?"
"No." Lying on the bed, Ye Chen shook his head. Seeing the little maid's exquisite, moving little face, he suddenly raised a smile, hooked his finger, and said, "Huan'er, come here for a moment."
"Young Master, what is it?" The little maid Huan'er obediently leaned forward.
At that moment, Ye Chen suddenly reached out and stroked the little maid's delicate, pink, tender cheek as she leaned her head close, teasingly chuckling, "This young master is thinking about how to trick Huan'er into his hands, hehe. This little face is so fair and tender. This young master likes it."
"Ah—" Huan'er exclaimed in surprise, hurriedly retreating several steps, her face red as fire, lovely and delicate, her hands twisting behind her back, very shy. "Young Master, you're bullying Huan'er."
"Haha—" Ye Chen laughed heartily, but it triggered the injuries on his body, making him cough uncontrollably, which worried Huan'er greatly. Forgetting the young master's teasing, she rushed forward, concerned. "Young Master, are you alright?"
Could he be alright? With this frail body, compared to before, it was really too much worse.
Ye Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head. He never thought that he, who once shook the myriad realms, would also have such a destitute day.
But thinking about it, this wasn't the first time. Why was he always so sorrowful?
"You unfilial son, you've finally deigned to wake up."
A loud shout. The door was pushed open with a bang. The roar arrived before the person did. Without Ye Chen needing to think, he knew it must be this life's old father coming.
Sure enough, a tall, handsome middle-aged man strode in. He wore a luxurious long robe of purple-gold satin, his attire opulent. Between his brows was a sense of majesty rarely seen in ordinary people, appearing awe-inspiring without anger.
Behind him, the beautiful woman followed, immediately chiding in shame and annoyance, "Ye Ao, what are you roaring about? Can't you see Chen'er just woke up and his body is still very weak?"
Ye Ao was Ye Chen's father's name, while his mother was Xia Wei, as beautiful as her name.
Ye Ao's expression softened slightly. He uttered an "Mm" and came to Ye Chen's bedside. Seeing Ye Chen truly awake, although he was also very excited, he desperately held it back. "You... you're really awake?"
Wasn't that stating the obvious, old man?
Ye Chen almost rolled his eyes. But remembering their identities and seeing their concerned gazes, he couldn't help but feel a softness in his heart and uttered an "Mm."
The beautiful woman sat by the bed, tightly grasping Ye Chen's fair hand, weeping as tears fell. "My son, don't scare your mother like this again. Your mother can't withstand such fright. Don't seek death again, okay?"
Ye Chen had originally wanted to say something, but seeing the close, caring affection of the few people in the room—the genuine familial love, the parental care he, an orphan in his past life, had rarely felt—he almost shed tears.
All sorts of words rose to his throat, but in the end, there was only a soft "Mm," which surpassed countless words.
Just as tender words were being exchanged, a servant hurried over and respectfully said, "Master, Madam, Young Master, the Yang family has arrived, and the invitation for Miss Yang Yi's coming-of-age ceremony has also arrived."
The Yang family? Miss Yang?
At this moment, a sharp light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, appearing very dazzling.
Yang Yi—she was precisely the woman for whom the him before awakening his memories had committed suicide for love!