High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

This time, Lu Qingyan did not insist and stood up with her help.

"I was too hasty."

Du Yue shook her head, not blaming her, but turning to walk to the window. She needed to think, but she had heard too much and didn't know where to start.

A wooden screen stood by the window, carved with a lush phoenix tree, with several phoenixes perched among its branches. As Du Yue approached, one of the feather patterns shimmered with a pale golden light, and she subconsciously reached out to touch it.

The warm breath traveled along my fingertips.

The next moment, the paulownia leaves on the wooden screen lit up one by one, and a golden light spread from her fingertips to the back of her hand. Before Du Yue could withdraw her hand, the bedroom in front of her suddenly changed its appearance.

The window, the bed, and Lu Qingyan beside him quickly faded away, replaced by a vast sea of ​​clouds.

She seemed to be standing at a very high place, looking down to see the mountains and rivers. The wind swept past her, bringing the soft sound of wings spreading, but she did not move. Her huge wings unfolded on their own, carrying her over the clouds.

Du Yue was startled, but quickly realized that this was not her own body.

She saw a slender hand reach out from before her, and golden firelight fell down into the valley below. The once barren and cracked earth slowly lit up the dormant spiritual veins, withered grass and trees sprouted new buds, and clear water gradually gushed out from the depths of the riverbed.

The demons in the valley looked up. Some knelt down, some waved, and some young demons chased after the falling firelight from the sky.

They were shouting something, but the sound was too far away to hear clearly. However, the faces that were turned up were clearly visible to Du Yue.

The scene then shifts.

She stood once more atop the royal court. Beneath her feet were no longer the palaces of today, but an even more ancient stone platform. A true dragon swept through the clouds, and a flock of phoenixes circled a massive phoenix tree, its branches laden with bright, spiritual fruits, their cascading light enveloping the entire palace.

The tree was so big that Du Yue couldn't see the end of its canopy. Thousands of birds perched on its branches, and the mountain wind rustled through the leaves, creating a long, continuous sound like the tide.

She suddenly realized that this was the ancestral wu that Lu Qingyan had mentioned, and it seemed to be the perspective of the Phoenix Demon Emperors of all generations.

The perspective shifted once again.

This time, she sat before a desk, piled high with documents from various tribes. Below, some argued over the ownership of the waterway, while others held injured cubs, pleading for an audience. The demon emperor behind the desk listened for a long time, then raised a hand to rub her temples. Finally, she took the cub, a gentle flame rising from her palm.

Later, it became a battlefield in the darkness of night.

A tattered flag was stuck in the scorched earth, and distant mountain peaks collapsed. Behind her, groups of demons retreated along the mountain path. Du Yue felt a deep-seated weariness, and then saw flames spread out from her field of vision, blocking all the pursuing shadows outside the mountain pass.

These images are incomplete.

Sometimes there's only a glimpse of scenery, sometimes just a few words that are hard to hear, but more often than not, it's the feelings of different demon emperors: satisfaction, weariness, anger, and that unwavering gaze when looking at a certain land.

Du Yue couldn't understand everything, but gradually she stopped panicking.

These memories did not harm her; they merely brought back fragments preserved for many years through her bloodline.

Suddenly, everything around me began to shake violently.

The previously coherent scene seemed to be torn apart, with large areas of light and shadow overlapping each other. She saw a mountain, and then she saw the same mountain collapse in the fire. The bright sky suddenly darkened, but the next moment a blinding white light appeared.

This memory comes from the last Demon Emperor, but many parts of it have long been broken, and even the voices are mixed up and unclear, as if they are behind a thick water curtain, and no complete words can be heard.

Du Yue wanted to see more clearly, but all she could see were fleeting, blurry images.

Someone passed by, their robes stained with blood. She seemed to be supporting something. Her vision kept swaying. A deafening roar came from afar, followed by complete silence.

Deep within that chaotic interplay of light and shadow, a figure suddenly appeared.

The other person only stood sideways for a very short moment, but Du Yue's heart skipped a beat.

That silhouette... how come it looks so much like the person who took Shen Chang'an to the sky in the Dead Zone?

She instinctively tried to look ahead, but before she could make out the other person's face, the whole scene abruptly ended.

"Your Highness?"

Lu Qingyan's voice came through again.

Du Yue snapped back to reality and found herself still standing in front of the wooden screen, her fingertips touching the now-darkened feather pattern. Everything in the bedchamber was as usual, the wind from the lake was blowing in from the window, but a layer of fine sweat had appeared on her forehead without her noticing.

Lu Qingyan took her arm, his expression somewhat worried: "You... you've seen the memories of past demon emperors?"

Du Yue nodded blankly: "I just wanted to touch it, but I didn't expect it to trigger my memories..."

"This palace preserves some memory imprints, which can only be triggered by the Phoenix bloodline. However, due to its age, the contents may not be complete."

Lu Qingyan carefully observed her complexion: "If you feel unwell, please sit down and rest. Don't force yourself to go see a doctor."

Du Yue slowly withdrew her hand.

The last figure remained in her mind, but it appeared for far too short a time. She wasn't even sure how much she had actually seen, or if it was just because the impression of that night was so vivid that she thought it resembled someone else.

She glanced out the window.

Shen Chang'an was still by the lake, not far away.

Du Yue thought for a moment and decided not to mention the figure for the time being, intending to tell him about it separately later.

Lu Qingyan poured her a cup of warm tea and didn't mention the matter of succession again. Du Yue sat down with the cup in her hand, but her mind was still replaying the scenes she had just witnessed.

She originally thought that the Demon Emperor would sit at the highest point and have everyone bow to him, but in those memories, some people were healing young beasts, some were listening to the various races arguing, and some were so tired that their hands were trembling, yet they still guarded the mountain path behind them.

And there's that sycamore tree that shelters the royal court.

She didn't know if she could do those things, she didn't like being surrounded by many people, and she didn't want to live in this palace forever.

But if she could actually help, she couldn't bear to do nothing.

After a long while, Du Yue finally raised her head: "If I agree to succeed to the throne, will I be able to return to the mortal realm afterward?"

Lu Qingyan looked at her and said seriously, "Yes, this is your home, not a place to confine you."

"Can I go out and have fun with Shen Chang'an and the others too?"

"Of course. We will discuss the matters that require your attention in advance and will not use your identity to restrict your whereabouts."

Du Yue looked down at the teacup and gently rubbed her thumb along the rim.

"But there are many things I don't know..."

Lu Qingyan said, "Then learn slowly. Even the demon emperors of the past were not born knowing everything, and besides, we are here for you."

Du Yue remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded gently.

"Then... I agree."