Nine Thousand Years (1)

In the universe, brilliant starlight exploded violently like dominoes, creating a chain reaction that consumed the entire galaxy in a raging sea of fire.

That spectacle had an incredibly beautiful name: Flame Fall, also known as Plane Collapse, the terrifying consequence when plane energy was completely neutralized.

The final image in Chu Fengqi's memory gradually faded, with only a few panicked, rushed screams echoing in his ears before he completely lost consciousness: "Director! The plane bandits have been dealt with, but the energy they stole cannot be recovered. The damaged planes have to be abandoned. After you were attacked, the plane's trajectory was locked, and I cannot reverse it... Please, just peacefully play the role of a useless person and live out your life!"

"But your personality will be influenced by the useless character by up to eighty percent! The world's plot has no errors! They will automatically integrate into your memory, and there will be keyword reminders in the future. Just don't make a mess!!!"

Countless chaotic fragments of memory flashed before the young man's eyes. When the memories completely vanished, he fell into a bleak plane, entirely unconscious like a newborn soul.

Waking up again, his entire body was soaked, and he was shivering as he knelt before the gates of the Cold Palace.

It seemed to be late winter; the weather was freezing, and a drizzling rain fell from the gray sky. Within his line of sight, several youths dressed in brocade robes stood around, laughing and chatting merrily.

"Seventh Prince, we took the trouble to visit you. How dare you displease us?"

"That right! The Tenth Prince is so good to you. Knowing you haven't eaten for days, he specially brought steamed buns. Why aren't you eating them? Not hungry? Hahaha..."

Chu Fengqi's memories were hazy; he could not distinguish who the people in front of him were, but he understood clearly what was happening.

He had no particular emotion, as if standing on the sidelines. He merely glanced at the brown lump of dough on the ground and frowned: "Is this thing really a steamed bun?"

Chu Yu knitted his brows. The Ninth Prince beside him, a true sycophant, seemed to sense his displeasure and immediately kicked over the steamed bun made of unknown flour, pointing imperiously: "We kindly brought you delicious food, and this is how you respond? Who gave you the audacity to question us?"

Chu Fengqi curled his lips and laughed. He intended to stand up, but perhaps because he had knelt for too long, he had no strength left and could only sit flat on the ground, panting.

Seeing his stubborn, unyielding appearance, the Ninth Prince was furious: "What are you laughing at?"

The youth raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you guess?"