The palace gates of the nine heavens swing open, and envoys from every nation bow before the imperial throne!
(It's not some passionate, blood-pumping story, okay?)
Shocking!
An emperor mysteriously grows young again and loses his memories. After spending ten years cultivating in the mountains, he knows nothing about the state of the world!
He accidentally kills someone, and the crowd actually cheers?
And you aren't the only one growing younger.
This story is a bizarre mash-up of cultivation and emperors. Every custom and practice in the story comes from the author's imagination and has no basis in fact.
Feel free to stick around if you don't mind giving it a read.
This is my first time posting a story. It's just an immature little piece, and I may revise it over and over. Please go easy on me if you feel like criticizing it.
Odd-numbered volumes: the present. Even-numbered volumes: the past (taking inspiration from Heaven Official's Blessing).
Wow wow wow wow, is it Bo Mu?