After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 339 is over, Morax’s brain is really broken!

After calming down, Yuan Zhuoyue finally felt that he had room to speak, but under the gaze of so many eyes, Yuan Zhuoyue didn't know how to start.

But in the end, she made up her mind and said, "I have entrusted the traveler to invite all the immortals to gather here. I do have something important to tell you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Emperor looked so serious when he faced them.

The group of immortals were also aware of the seriousness of the matter, and they couldn't help but put on a serious attitude, intending to listen attentively to the emperor's next words.

However, the Emperor then asked a somewhat abrupt question that seemed to be completely unrelated.

All they heard was the tall figure in front of them speaking in a low and gentle voice, "I wonder if you have heard any rumors about Zhongli on your way here?"

Although they didn't know what the 'Emperor' intended, the immortals who had followed the King of Hell for thousands of years instinctively believed that since the Emperor asked this, there must be a deep meaning behind it!

The immortals who knew Zhongli's true identity thought it was nonsense when they first heard it, until they met the Emperor and mentioned the matter.

They suddenly realized, could it be that... the important matter that the Emperor wanted to discuss was related to this rumor?

And looking at the clothes on the Emperor, they were stained with blood and soaked with water, and the moisture had not yet completely dried up.

He pondered over it in his mind, wondering if there was some truth hidden in the rumor, and the emperor's current miserable appearance was related to some of the truth.

And now, does the Emperor intend to tell the immortals the hidden truth?

For the Emperor to attach so much importance to it...it must be a very important event!

Most of the immortals present here had the same thought in their minds, and their expressions became more serious as their thoughts and ideas were revealed.

This was even more so at the end. The expression on her face changed several times, and finally became serious.

The expression on her beautiful face gradually became tense, and her brows knitted slightly: "I think all the immortals should have heard something about this... On my way here, I heard people in the market talking about a fleet that rescued a guest from the Wangsheng Hall who fell into the water in the Yunlai Sea. The guest seemed to be seriously injured and seemed to be suffering from the soul-leaving disease..."

Gui Zhong's face was also stained with some worry: "Morax... Is there really something wrong with your memory?"

When the Dragon King Ruota heard this, he immediately showed an anxious look on his face: "Moracus! Is it really as Guizhong said? Is it because of "wear and tear" again? But those problems have already been..."

Seeing these two friends of Morax so excited, the expressions on the faces of the immortals who stayed here were also colorful.

Yuan Zhuoyue tried to appease them a little, saying, "That's not the case... It's just that what I want to tell you may seem extremely bizarre and unbelievable."

The Ryota Dragon King continued to ask, his face full of concern: "So what happened? I have rarely seen you in such a miserable state, Morax!"

Yuan Zhuoyue was under great pressure from the repeated calls of Morax. Perhaps someone among them had sensed from the current situation that something was wrong with the Emperor.

It’s just that for the time being, we cannot imagine that a strange soul would reside in the body of a god.

Yuan Zhuoyue still felt that the current situation should be made clear as soon as possible. For her, it would be one less worry.

But for the immortals guarding here, they might be facing a "big trouble" that will cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split.

So Yuan Zhuoyue said calmly without changing his expression, "I am not Morax."

As soon as the words fell, the immortals who heard this were shocked. They wondered if there was something wrong with their ears, and their heads seemed to be full of question marks.

The reaction of the Ruota Dragon King who was standing in front of Yuan Zhuoyue was even greater, and an expression as if a mountain was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart immediately appeared on his face.

Yuan Zhuoyue seemed to have seen it all. The expression on King Ruotu's face was full of "It's over, Morax's brain seems to be really broken!"

The faces of the travelers were filled with astonishment. As for little Paimon, he had already exclaimed, "What??!"

Yuan Zhuoyue just said calmly: "It is true, and it is not a fabricated statement. It is precisely because of the special circumstances that I want to confess to the immortals to avoid causing some unnecessary trouble."

When the Dragon King Ruota saw the tall figure in front of him, his expression was so determined, and his eyes, like molten gold at sunset, were as bright as ever.

He was a little confused for a moment. After a moment, he turned his head and looked again. This time, he stood up from the stone table and walked slowly towards where they were standing.

Then, the Dragon King Ruota frowned, but said firmly: "I will never mistake the breath of Morax!"

But what he expressed so firmly was that he would never mistake Morax's aura, not that the tall and clear figure in front of him was definitely Morax himself.

Gui Zhong first said soothingly: "I feel the same way."

But after saying this, his gaze turned to Yuan Zhuoyue, who appeared extremely calm and composed.

Then he smiled faintly and asked: "...Then how can you prove the truth of this matter?"

But there seemed to be a hint of reluctance in that smile.

When Yuan Zhuoyue saw this scene, he could understand that Morax's two good friends, and even the immortals standing in the distance watching, did not believe it.

But they were already shaken in their hearts. After all, she was not Morax. There were always some differences that allowed them to discover that the person in front of them was indeed different from their good friend who had been with them for a thousand years.

Fortunately, Yuan Zhuoyue is not trying to hide his identity now, but to reveal it. Naturally, he will not hide it anymore, but will reveal the truth straightforwardly.

"Although I am not Morax, this body does belong to Morax without a doubt. Your perception is correct." Yuan Zhuoyue pondered for a moment and continued, "...As for the evidence, although words are not enough, I can only explain the situation with words now, and I cannot provide some conclusive evidence. However... all the immortals have been with Morax for thousands of years, so you must be able to notice the difference between him and me, right?"