In the mausoleum of endless stars over the Hongmeng.

A young boy and girl stood side by side.

“See, I told you not to seal away that future self. You almost messed things up!” grumbled the little girl in a red dress.

The little boy next to her was wearing a purple robe and looked roughly eight years old. He was so exquisite that he seemed carved out of jade; unhappiness lurked in his black eyes.

“How was I supposed to know that! He was wrapped up in so much demonic air when he first appeared and there were soooo many akasha ghosts following him. I thought he was here to kill people! Who knew he didn’t have any killing intent in his heart??” The little boy “Meng” glared mutinously at Lu Yun.

The past, present, and future Lu Yuns were all the...