Lingyu woke up from the chaos, and the sunlight quietly spread on her face, painted with a touch of gold.

She looked up at the sky, her vision hazy, and between her eyelashes, she reflected colorful light.

For a long time, she didn't recall her situation, and the memories seemed to be playing hide and seek with her, hiding the memories she desperately needed.

It wasn't until a cry came from her ears that she came to her senses.

"The emperor has returned, the emperor has really returned. Hurry up, come and see you! ”

The ecstatic voice came from far and near, and then, someone threw himself down in front of her: "Annan meets the emperor and welcomes the emperor's return." The emperor's destiny returns, and eternity is honored! ”

Lingyu finally has a sense of reality.

Someone carefully helped her up, and the person in front of her knelt on the ground.

What are they doing?

Her gaze slowly swept over.

The place where it is located is a suspended platform, surrounded by stone statues and torches, which looks like a place of sacrifice.

What helped her up were two beautiful girls with delicate facial features and supple expressions. However, the skin is not fair, but a honey color.

The clothes on their bodies were also a little strange, not traditional shirts, but tight-fitting animal skin jackets, revealing slender waists and smooth arms.

The few people kneeling in the front were relatively normal with wide robes and large sleeves, but they were decorated with complex decorations, no matter how you look at them, they were not orthodox clothes, and they still held scepters in their hands.

What the hell is this weird place?

Lingyu sat up cautiously, observing her surroundings and not speaking.

"See the Emperor!"

Wait for her to sit up. The man at the front. Lying on the ground shouted.

Under his leadership. The others then shouted, "See the Emperor!" ”

Your Excellency? Is it calling her? She...... How could it be the Emperor?

There was a faint pain in his head, and Lingyu pressed his forehead. It's really strange, why can't she think about herself? I don't have that feeling of amnesia, but I do forget a lot of things.

She didn't care about the people kneeling in front of her, but carefully searched for her own memories. In the end, she found out that in addition to the name. I really forgot everything.

Where the hell did she come from? Where are you going? Why is it here? And who are these people?

Intuitively wanted to run the true element, and then, his face was a little ugly.

There was nothing in the body, it was empty, and it couldn't even release a small spell.

What's going on?

The men still knelt respectfully before her, waiting for her response.

Lingyu didn't speak. In this strange place, she didn't dare to deny what kind of emperor she was, and that might bring ruin to herself.

Without cultivation, and can't recall her own experience, what happened to her?

It's been a long wait. The other party did not wait for her answer.

The man at the head looked up. He wears a strange mask on his face that covers the upper half of his face. The mask is painted with an ugly grimace. It seems to be the custom of a certain ethnic group.

Some of the ancient races still retain some of their customs to this day. For example, wearing a grimace mask to pray for blessings.

Judging from the lower half of his face, it seemed to be a young man. Lingyu remembered that just now he seemed to call himself Annan.

"Emperor?" The masked man Annan asked, "You haven't been here for a long time, and you're not feeling well?" ”

Lingyu looked at him with a calm gaze as much as she could, and nodded slowly.

Annan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and instructed the two maids: "Take the emperor to the imperial palace to rest." ”

The two maids responded respectfully and stepped forward to help Lingyu up.

Lingyu was supported by them and got off the high platform.

Along the corridor under the high platform, two maids helped her into a palace.

The palace is based on wood and stone, and the style is rugged. Looking at the past from afar, there seems to be a sea of clouds floating in front of you, and the place where you are should not be a plain.

The people I met on the road all knelt on the ground when they saw her, and their attitudes were respectful.

The maids were dressed similarly, and they all wore small coats of animal skins. The guards wore leather armor and carried bows and arrows, and had a fierce temperament.

There were also others, wearing robes similar to those of the masked man, who seemed to have a special status.

Lingyu guessed that this should be a country of hills, where hunting made a living. Therefore, their clothing is mainly leather ornaments, and even those who wear long robes will have animal bones, bird feathers and other decorations on their bodies.

In such places, the form of the state is often relatively simple. It seems that it should have something to do with faith.

Speaking of which, she, the "emperor", shouldn't be the true god they believe in?

So, what about the emperor's return to the throne? These people were ecstatic when they saw her expression, but they were not overly surprised, and they didn't seem to be strangers......

In this way, there was indeed an emperor here, but for some reason, this emperor was gone, and until she arrived, these people recognized her as the emperor......

Lingyu looked down at her hands, she couldn't use any spiritual power, she was no different from ordinary people now - no, she had forged her body, practiced swordsmanship, even if she didn't have spells, her body was more flexible than ordinary people. It's just that how is this enough? The warriors outside with bows and arrows were all stronger than her.

Analyzing her own situation, Lingyu felt that it was better for her to obediently pretend to be this emperor. Only then will she be safe for now.

Although the architectural style is rough, the emperor's dormitory is comfortably furnished, and even has an elegance that does not fit in with this.

The fine silk, the soft and smooth animal skin, and the bed are so comfortable that people don't want to come down.

Lingyu felt very tired, and as soon as she got to the bed, she fell asleep without any alertness.

She felt that something was wrong, but she was too tired to support herself, so she had to sleep first.

I hope that when she falls asleep, nothing changes, and when she wakes up, she will be able to recall her experience and figure out her situation.

A good night's sleep.

When she came back to her senses, her mind had regained clarity, but her memory was still gone.

Lingyu knew that she must have encountered something strange before she lost her memory. Loss of cultivation. Although the memory is lost. But her ego is clear. Not lost in this, she knew who she was supposed to be.

Emperor? This is not who she is. So, who was she turned out to be? Why is it here?

Lingyu got up and walked around the dormitory at will.

The maid caught up with her and pleaded guilty to her.

Lingyu waved her hand casually to make them quiet, and she looked at the murals in the dormitory with great interest.

In this rugged but elegant dormitory, ancient customs are still preserved. Chronicle with a mural.

She looked at the murals, the brushstrokes on which were simple and quaint, honestly depicting ancient history.

In the first painting, a man descends from his head and lands on a boulder, and everyone kneels on the ground and worships "him".

In the second piece, the boulder built a high platform, and "he" had a clear image and became "she".

The third. She plucked the sun and put it in the hands of the man who held up the scepter. So, there was an extra sun on the scepter.

Fourth, fifth......

The murals depict what happened after "she" died.

Her clothes are obviously different from these people, with wide robes and long sleeves, and a flowing style. So among those who wore animal skins, gradually a group of people learned her clothes, changed the animal skins, and put on her robes.

These people, without exception, all have a scepter in their hands. The different scepters represent their different statuses.

These scepters, who held the scepter in their hands, ruled the kingdom on her behalf, farming, hunting, and educating people.

A strong hunter with a bow and arrows goes out hunting, and a woman in animal skin picks mulberry and weaves cloth. Slowly, in the end, a prosperous country.

In the last painting, the back of "her" was painted, and Lingyu saw a line of familiar words: Returning alone, it will come again.

This "she" must be the emperor in their mouths, right?

Lingyu walked to the other side of the dormitory and continued to look at the murals. The murals over there depict what happened to the emperor from the beginning to the end, but the murals here are a little strange.

All kinds of people in different costumes and different appearances chased in a big place. The stars were painted on the horizon, as if to indicate the night, and they snatched the stones - maybe they were not stones, Lingyu couldn't tell them, these murals were not realistic, they were too erratic.

Just as she was fascinated, a maid's voice came from outside: "Emperor, the high priest of Annam asks to see you." ”

High Priest? What is this called? Especially when the emperor and the high priest are put together, it is simply against harmony.

Lingyu shook her head and said, "Xuan." ”

The maid had no doubts and answered, "Yes." ”

The maid's reaction made Lingyu's heart settle down a bit. It seems that the emperor who uses the same language as her should have similar origin habits as her, and she doesn't have to worry about using the wrong words.

The man in the grimace mask came in and bowed to her.

After worshipping, he took off the mask on his face, put it on the ground on his left, and said respectfully: "The thirty-seventh high priest Annan, meet the emperor!" ”

Lingyu thought of the alternation of scepters on the mural just now, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she deliberately said slowly: "Thirty-seventh generation? ”

"Yes." Annan Gongyu, "After the emperor returned, the high priest passed down for three generations. Annan took over as high priest ten years ago. ”

His guess was confirmed, and a big stone in Lingyu's heart fell to the ground.

It has been a long time since the emperor left, and the high priest has changed generation after generation, presumably these maids are not the maids who served "her" in the first place, and she doesn't have to worry about being exposed at all.

Lingyu smiled, and after sitting down, she said kindly, "Get up." ”

"Emperor Xie." Annan bowed again, took the mask in his hand, and stood up.

Taking off the mask, Lingyu found that this high priest was only in his twenties, and he was still very young. That's good, if you're young, it's easy to fool.

"You—your name is Annan?"

"Yes."

Lingyu's gaze fell on the mural, and she seemed to say casually: "Lonely-after returning for so long, are you okay?" ”

Annan did not react to her claim at all, and complimented: "For more than 600 years, the country of Gen has been in good weather, and two generations of priests have lived up to the emperor's hopes. (To be continued......)