My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 474 Waiting

It can be heard that Tang Saier has no good words for Zhu Di.

If it weren't for Zhu Houcong, he would be a descendant of Zhu Di.

When talking about Zhu Di, Tang Saier almost started to curse.

Tang Sai'er's family was starved to death. Zhu Di's policy of plundering Shandong during the crisis, the Northern Expedition to Mongolia, and the violent extraction of corvee labor from Shandong were indispensable.

She herself also lost her first child because of Zhu Di's policies. On a stormy night, she saw Maitreya.

I just gave this woman who had difficulty giving birth a chance to be reborn.

"The destiny of the Yuan people is better than our destiny. How is this determined? Are they stronger than the destiny of the southern suburbs?"

Although Zhu Houcong's question should not be raised by the head of the dynasty in Tang Sai'er's opinion.

He should have received such education since he was a child.

It was obvious that Ming Ting had lost too many things over the years.

"Is it possible for Maitreya to wake up?"

And they have many other ways to achieve their goals besides asking themselves.

But completeness does not mean the strength of destiny.

"It will not be stronger than the destiny of the southern suburbs. Your Majesty, you don't need to worry about this. It's just that Yuanting's destiny is more complete than that of the Ming Dynasty..."

Simple faith is fragile, but if the thing of faith is true, it is true.

That’s all——

Only destiny that happens at the right time can have the power to dominate everything.

This was no more than Zhu Houcong had expected.

Tang Saier answered honestly.

The Northern Expedition still has a certain degree of difficulty, and the Mongols will not be wiped out so easily.

But Tang Saier did not dare to lie in front of Zhu Houcong.

However, if Maitreya awakens, no matter how thoroughly the new White Lotus Sect is eradicated, it will eventually resurrect.

Although he expected that it would only take a short time for Mingting to kill the White Lotus demons in the future.

For example, soul searching and torture, possession or brain sucking.

The battles between vassal kings, civil and military conflicts, and the alien races in the court all exhausted this powerful war machine.

Just like the alternating evolution of the sun, moon and stars, the fate of planets that are out of their proper positions is only destruction.

Zhu Houcong asked the last question.

She knew very well that immortals like Zhu Houcong and Sun En had the means to distinguish between true and false.

Then faith is an extremely terrifying force.

Wholeness is the state that every destiny aspires to achieve.

It will carry frightening power and pull people on earth and people in heaven into reality.

To face the horror of faith itself.

"I'm afraid Maitreya will never wake up again."

Tang Saier replied.

"This is probably my last chance to be resurrected."

This ordinary-looking woman smiled miserably.

Zhu Houcong crossed his legs on the ground and began to meditate.

He needs to adjust his state and use the strongest posture to face the existence that may wake up from the cold pool one hundred and fifty years later.

As for Tang Saier.

According to the information just fed back by the consciousness.

No need to do it yourself, I'm afraid.

A few years are enough for this newly resurrected ghost to turn into a pile of dust again.

Tang Sai'er didn't bother Zhu Houcong.

This Yongle rebel who supported Su from his own blood has chosen a geomantic treasure land for himself in the past few years, dug a hole, and lay there quietly waiting to die.

Although Penglai Island has been visited several times by previous visitors, it is still rich in supplies.

Tang Saier lived here a few years of peace that he had never experienced before.

"What Mr. Huang said about the peaceful paradise is nothing more than this."

Filled in the last handful of loess for Tang Saier. Zhu Houcong sighed.

Of course he didn't feel sorry for Tang Sai'er's death.

She was born in a turbulent time.

You cannot control your own destiny, let alone predict your future.

In the end, he became a pawn in the cholera world in the hands of evil gods in hatred.

As long as the disaster still exists, rebels like Tang Saier will never be able to be killed.

Mere violence will not solve the problem.

Zhu Houcong needs to face the roots of this world.

The cold pool in front of me became more and more cold as time went by.

The wheel of ether rotates in Zhu Houcong's chest, converting the cold wind containing powerful power into spiritual energy, which continuously consolidates Zhu Houcong's cultivation.

Zhu Houcong discovered the existence of inner demons for the first time.

A hundred years of Qingxiu finally made this thing appear in his mind.

It was a faint blue creature with a long, slender, sharp beak, like a giant mosquito.

Zhu Houcong used a sword made of divine light to kill him.

After beheading him, his essence filled the last gap in Zhu Houcong's soul.

Previously, the split soul stayed in the capital. Although the secret technique was quite complete, it still caused Zhu Houcong's soul to be injured.

Now, even if he takes back that soul from time to time, it will not have much impact on his cultivation.

The cold pool in front of me was bubbling upwards.

Zhu Houcong stood up and looked into the pool.

I saw that the originally clear and huge gelatinous substance had now condensed into a milky white solid in the water.

A strange rhythm came from the ice-like object from time to time.

It seems like there is life gestating in it.

Zhu Houcong originally thought that this was a sign that the evil god would awaken early.

But it is obvious that the movement of the object in front of him is just an occasional fake corpse.

Calmness returned soon.

"..."

Zhu Houcong was a little curious about where the energy in the cold pool came from.

This is not like the energy that the evil god himself who is said to be sleeping here is undoubtedly emitting.

The town objects arranged around Hantan have too many traces of deliberate design.

In Zhu Houcong's opinion, the cold pool itself does not seem to be a natural formation.

It was like a powerful being using brute force to open a big hole in Penglai Wonderland.

To plunder the energy in the Penglai veins to support the beings in the cold pool.

Is this the work of the Qin people?

Zhu Houcong inspected the strange stones around Hantan.

He tried to break a red stone coat at the front.

Liquid as hot as lava poured out of it instantly.

Zhu Houcong subconsciously took two steps back.

After breaking into pieces the stone shell that had been naturally weathered by the baptism of time, the six-day formation pattern in it proved Zhu Houcong's previous guess.

This is a more complete six-day inheritance than what the Han people obtained from the ruins of Alpang Palace and the celebrities from the six countries and hundreds of schools of thought who luckily escaped.

"What month is it now? Is it still May?"

Zhu Houcong looked at the scenery around him that had not changed for a hundred years, and tried to call out the evil spirit who claimed to be the guardian of Penglai.

But no one responded.

Zhu Houcong went down the mountain and walked around after making sure that the thing would not suddenly wake up.

The bodies of the three-headed monsters were found.

I understand that I am the only living creature here.

(End of this chapter)