Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 560: 560: The Most Familiar Person

Chapter 560: Chapter 560: The Most Familiar Person

Fang Zhou couldn’t understand why Aya’s adopted daughter killed her in a way that was almost a sneak attack in the end.

From the mories, Aya treated her adopted daughter with utmost care and diligence, fully grooming her as the King’s heir.

The adopted daughter’s admiration and respect for Aya were genuine, making her act of matricide in the end utterly incomprehensible.

Fang Zhou could only speculate that she might have been manipulated, as he couldn’t think of another reason.

Unfortunately, as soon as Aya died, the three were imdiately kicked out of the mories and unable to see the subsequent events.

“Hoo!”

The three suddenly awoke, drenched in sweat as if they had just engaged in intense group exercise.

It was exhausting last ti too; using the Heavenly Repair Stone is no easy feat.

The environnt the three found themselves in was no longer inside the gourd but in a cave filled with murals.

Clearly, the Heavenly Repair Stone not only allowed the three to see the past but also moved them again, bringing them out of the gourd without Fang Zhou’s consent, back to the cave.

Fang Zhou and Ming Aoshuang instinctively turned to look at Aya, having learned about her magnificent life through the mories.

Fang Zhou pondered the issues presented in Aya’s mories, such as the rlin Mage he felt he’d seen sowhere before, and the bizarre act of her adopted daughter’s sneak attack.

Ming Aoshuang’s eyes were already filled with little stars, showing complete admiration.

She initially had so resistance and fear toward Aya, but now those negative emotions had been cast aside, and she had beco Aya’s little fan.

Starting as a re commoner, she went through hardships, braving thorns, with fearless courage, ultimately dying heroically on the battlefield.

This magnificent life was exactly what Ming Aoshuang had always longed for but couldn’t achieve—simply put, she was looking for thrills out of boredom.

Only Aya remained silent under their gaze, reliving her past clearly, re-experiencing the pain of regret and unwillingness, making her mood less than good.

While staying silent, Aya slightly turned her body to avoid Fang Zhou’s gaze.

There were too many embarrassing monts in the mories seen by Fang Zhou, and even with Aya’s calm mindset, she couldn’t help but blush and avoid eye contact with him.

Fang Zhou didn’t dare tease Aya like he did Aoshuang, choosing to bury the matter deep in his heart, pulling out the gourd to take the three back inside.

“Let do it myself this ti, stay away, and see how the stone and I disappear.”

Fang Zhou prepared to try a new experint, with Aya and Ming Aoshuang observing.

He also had a small thought; this thing always shows the past, and now all three had seen it—would it start over again?

Fang Zhou didn’t want his origins to be seen; though he could use excuses from other small worlds, avoidance would be best.

Ming Aoshuang frowned and said, “It’s not fair, you’ve seen ours, why can’t we see yours?”

Aya was also curious about Fang Zhou’s past, but she didn’t show it.

Fang Zhou directly used the authority of the gourd space to seal Aoshuang’s mouth, then threw her afar.

This woman, smart when she shouldn’t be, clueless when she should, no wonder she couldn’t find friends.

Keeping Aya at a sufficient distance, Fang Zhou took a deep breath and injected True Qi into the Heavenly Repair Stone again.

An invisible ripple rendered Fang Zhou immobile, then swiftly pulled him into the Heavenly Repair Stone.

From afar, Aya and Ming Aoshuang clearly saw, after Fang Zhou was sucked in, the Heavenly Repair Stone also disappeared.

…

Once again, the familiar intense spinning and dizziness.

This was the fourth ti; Fang Zhou was used to it, no longer exclaiming in surprise.

Since resistance was futile, he might as well enjoy it, treating the spin like riding a carousel.

When the spinning ended, Fang Zhou expected to revisit his past, but what appeared before him was a jungle of steel.

Fang Zhou didn’t enter his own or so baby’s body; before him was an unfamiliar modern city.

He was like watching an imrsive film, observing passively, unable to interact actively.

The city, school, hospital, mall, park—scenes kept changing chaotically and were very blurry, like faded photos from long ago, just fragnts of mory, not coherent.

Fang Zhou was bewildered, certain these mories weren’t his, not from his previous life.

But now he was alone, whose mories were these?

Fang Zhou couldn’t comprehend, so he continued watching.

The mory fragnts grew clearer, scenes kept changing, suddenly transforming from modern to ancient, with cultivators appearing, mixing bloody battles with beautiful landscapes.

In the midst, many strangers Fang Zhou hadn’t seen before appeared, their conversations disordered and unclear.

But Fang Zhou noticed two abnormal points; one was their language, the Cultivation World’s language, indicating these mories were from soone in the Cultivation World.

The second was the individuals in these mory fragnts, many male cultivators, fewer female cultivators.

It’s said the Cultivation World was male-dominated thousands of years ago—could these be mory fragnts from thousands of years ago?

Then followed countless chaotic mory fragnts, with increasingly dense variations of scenes and characters.

Finally, the images paused on a slightly curved horizon, an endless gray land.

The ground had many ring-shaped teor craters, the sky was a pitch-black starry night, devoid of an atmosphere.

Fang Zhou instantly recognized it as the surface of an asteroid, possibly the moon.

“Palace Master!”

A woman’s soft calling suddenly sounded behind.

Fang Zhou felt his host turn around slowly, with a stranger palace maid standing in front, slightly bowing to the person hosted by Fang Zhou.

“The God of the Moon requests an audience, discussing an important matter.”

Fang Zhou widened his eyes, closely observing the palace maid’s eyes, seeing a rather vague reflection in her dark pupils.

Though the reflection was blurry, it was too familiar to Fang Zhou; he instantly recognized it.

The mont he recognized the reflection, Fang Zhou suddenly detached from the mories.

“Hoo!”

He awoke, sweating, still surrounded by the cave with murals; the Heavenly Repair Stone had returned him.

But Fang Zhou was now too preoccupied to care about other matters; his expression was a bit stunned, filled with the reflection he saw in the mories.

It was the person most familiar and important to him!

Ling Xiaoyue!!