He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Chapter 119, The Ninth Illusion

The atmosphere was unusually relaxed, and Xiao Xuan also became interested in having a conversation.

Xiao Xuan: "This is the ninth one."

Yan Jiayu: "What, the ninth one?"

Xiao Xuan: "The ninth illusion."

“Apart from the first illusion, you are in every illusion.”

“The you in each illusion is not the you we know now.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiayu became interested. "Really?"

"What kind of me was that?"

"The second illusion seems to be you as a young boy, shrouded in demonic energy, within a demon palace..."

"The third illusion is set in an ancient realm of gods and demons, where you stand alone on an ancient battlefield, clad in black robes and wielding a demonic spear..."

"The fourth illusion..."

"..."

"In the eighth illusion, which was the previous one, you led an ancient demonic beast, smashed a pillar of heaven, and brought about the chaos of world destruction..."

Xiao Xuan continued talking to himself, unaware of the change in Yan Jiayu's aura beside him.

None of these things were done by Yan Jiayu, so why did Xiao Xuan see him as the one who did them?

Moreover, everything Xiao Xuan said matched Yan Jiayu's memories from his previous two lives.

The Demon Lord did indeed appear, the ancient realm of gods and demons did indeed manifest, a god of war wielding a demonic spear did indeed appear on the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, and the ancient demonic beasts were indeed tamed by the Demon Lord...

So the cataclysmic disaster was caused by an ancient demon beast breaking a pillar of heaven?

After a long silence, Yan Jiayu finally spoke and asked, "Is the illusion you described, the sights and knowledge you have, real?"

Xiao Xuan leaned against the pool wall beside Yanjiayu, nodded, and then shook his head.

Yan Jiayu did not rush to ask questions, but quietly waited for Xiao Xuan's next explanation.

Xiao Xuan glanced at Yan Jiayu and joked, "An illusion is just an illusion after all. You're quite composed, though."

At this point, Xiao Xuan couldn't help but recall the two times he had met the Yan Emperor before, and his domineering and tyrannical demeanor.

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiayu did not refute it, but simply waited quietly for Xiao Xuan to continue.

Xiao Xuan mistakenly believed that he was an illusion, so he would not hide anything from him, making it easier for him to find out more information.

Xiao Xuan explained to himself, "According to the original trajectory of fate, all of this would have happened."

"Now, of course not."

A flicker of surprise crossed Yan Jiayu's eyes. "What makes you say that?"

Xiao Xuan smiled slightly and said no more.

Suppressing his eagerness, Yan Jiayu asked another question that had been puzzling him, "How did you determine that the person in the illusion was me?"

"How could I, the emperor of this nation, abandon the path of humanity to cultivate immortality and fall into demonic ways?"

Xiao Xuan reached out and ruffled Yan Jiayu's hair.

Yan Jiayu's majestic and domineering question suddenly stopped.

Xiao Xuan chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, it won't happen."

Yan Jiayu: "I hope so."

Xiao Xuan reached out and patted Yan Jiayu's head again, but Yan Jiayu ignored him and simply closed his eyes to rest.

"I didn't expect the Yan Emperor in the illusion to be so well-behaved," Xiao Xuan thought to himself.

Having experienced nine illusions predicting the future, Xiao Xuan had roughly guessed what was going on.

It was not Yan Jiayu who became a demon, but Si Fan.

Si Fan and Yan Jiayu share the same spiritual origin.

"Could Yan Jiayu be a fragment of Si Fan's soul?"

"Si Fan was the reincarnation of a powerful being from the upper realm. During the reincarnation process, an accident occurred. Some of them were reborn into the royal family as the Yan Emperor, while others were reborn into the Si family as Si Fan..."

"Perhaps, it's hard to say whether the two are opposite."

Xiao Xuan let his imagination run wild.

"Have you touched enough? What are you thinking about, so engrossed?"

Yan Jiayu's voice, filled with gritted teeth, rang in Xiao Xuan's ears.