After all the sacrifices have been made to speed pass, who is still practicing hard skills?

Capital City, Imperial Palace.

In the imperial study room.

The dim candlelight illuminated the room, which was antique and all the decorations were rare treasures in the world. But at this moment, the dark red tables and chairs, together with the candlelight, suppressed the atmosphere to the extreme.

Behind the desk, next to the candlelight.

There were several empty wine jars placed there.

The strong aroma of wine filled the entire imperial study.

A figure hid behind the shadows, leaning on a red chair with dragon carvings, staring blankly at the beams above. The entire study room fell into deathly silence.

At this moment, Ji Wenhao is no longer as irritable and angry as before, nor as confident as before. At this moment, he has learned the news of the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Yuezhou.

Then it fell into complete silence.

Ji Wenhao knew clearly what this battle meant.

For this battle, he did not hesitate to invite back the Grand Master Wen Tianzhong who had been in charge of Tianyuan for hundreds of years, and invited the Buddhist Bodhisattva Sumeru, and through this, he also contacted the Witch God Temple Shitian in southern Xinjiang.

The purpose of gathering the three powerful human immortals is to completely eliminate the threat of Jiang Che.

If this battle could be won, the court would be able to breathe a sigh of relief, or even settle down, giving him enough time to prepare his own plans, but things did not go as planned.

Even though he had spent countless efforts to set up a death trap, Jiang Che, the traitor, still broke through it.

More importantly, Master Wen also died in Yuezhou!

This is the biggest blow to Ji Wenhao!

Who is Master Wen?
He is the Lord of Tianyuan, the only human immortal in the court now, and his greatest reliance. Ever since the death of his backer God King Ji Chengdao, the only top powerhouse he can rely on and trust is Wen Tianzhong.

But now, the other party died in Yuezhou.

This was not only a huge blow to him, but also a huge blow to the entire court.

He knew that as the news of this war spread throughout the world, the foundation of the imperial court's rule over the world would be completely destroyed. From then on, all forces would feel that without the suppression of top powerhouses, the imperial court would inevitably come to an end.

Once such an atmosphere becomes a trend, he will no longer be able to turn the tide.

The most optimistic idea now is that the three states in the southern region will submit to Jiang Che. However, if we think pessimistically, how long the imperial court can exist will become an unknown.

After all, Jiang Che’s situation is now inevitable.

With the glorious record of killing two human immortals, who in the world can stop him? Who else dares to stop such a peerless killer?
This is an existence that can even kill human immortals.

Even Ji Wenhao felt a great fear of Jiang Che at this moment.

He really couldn't imagine how Jiang Che could grow so fast. In just a few years, he had caused a stable dynasty to be on the verge of collapse.

"Could it be that God really wants to destroy our Great Zhou? Could it be that God really wants to destroy Ji Wenhao?"

This is the truest portrayal of Ji Wenhao’s inner thoughts at this moment.

All his confidence was successfully destroyed by Jiang Che.

Not to mention that his plan failed, even if he could really become a saint, after losing the dragon vein of the dynasty, he could only rival a powerful human immortal.

The key is not to persist.

How could he fight Jiang Che to the death?

To put it simply, Ji Wenhao's mentality is basically broken at this moment.

The Great Zhou Dynasty he took over was stable despite internal and external troubles. As a result, he has turned it into such a mess that it is almost on the verge of destruction.

"Uncle, am I really such a hopeless case?"

"National Master, is it possible that I am really out of your sight?"

Ji Wenhao whispered to himself twice, and he began to doubt himself deeply.

If the Great Zhou Dynasty really perished in his hands, how would he have the face to face his ancestors after his death?

"If Your Majesty is unable to stand up because of setbacks, then it is indeed not worthy of Yao Yue to look at you differently. If Ji Chengdao were here, he would indeed think that Your Majesty is a hopeless case."

Suddenly, a vicissitudes of life voice was heard in the silent imperial study. Ripples appeared in the void, and a figure in a yellow robe slowly emerged, responding to Ji Wenhao's question.

And his identity is none other than the ancestor of the royal clan who had appeared before, the mighty one at the peak of his power, Ji Nantian.

Ji Wenhao turned around and laughed at himself:
“The Grand Master fell, the Sky Devourer fell, Xumilu was defeated and escaped, and the three human immortals couldn’t take down Jiang Che. Even if I have great ambitions, what’s the use?

I understand what my uncle means, but my Great Zhou has finally reached its end, and the imperial court can no longer stop the Jiang thieves."

"So, Your Majesty is ready to give up on yourself, and wait until Jiang Che breaks into Zhongzhou, then hang yourself, leaving a last bit of dignity for yourself and the Great Zhou?"

Ji Nantian looked indifferent, staring at the dejected Ji Wenhao and questioned him.

Ji Wenhao remained silent.

Silence does not mean agreement, but he has his own considerations. If that day really comes, he will not commit suicide, nor will he surrender the city, but will lead his troops.

He had a final battle to the death with Jiang Che and died on the way to suppress the bandits.

Ji Nantian stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the dark sky outside the study and said:

"I already know what your majesty has done. He is sacrificing the blood of the people in an attempt to break the shackles and achieve the holy realm."

Ji Wenhao was stunned for a moment, but then he thought it didn't matter.

Even if he tried hard, he could not prevent the overthrow of the court. Even if he was discovered by his uncle, it would only be another layer of tyrant's robe for himself.

Ji Wenhao no longer cared at this moment.

"What does my uncle think of my behavior?"

There was silence for several breaths. Ji Wenhao was originally waiting for his uncle's reprimand, but he waited and waited and nothing came. He immediately spoke and took the initiative to break the silence between the two.

Ji Nantian said solemnly: "If it was before, I would have teamed up with the God King Wen Taishi and others to depose you. Such a foolish and tyrannical king is not fit to be the emperor.

But now is an extraordinary time. Our patron, King Wen Taishi, has passed away one after another, and the court is already in a precarious situation. You must use all means to preserve my Ji family's kingdom.

I am very pleased about this. They are just ordinary people. It is their great honor to be able to make their own contribution to the Ji family. "

Ji Nantian's tone was very indifferent, as if he was just talking about something insignificant.

Ji Wenhao smiled when he heard this. This imperial uncle, whom he seldom met on weekdays, was actually very much to his liking. Yes, he was just an ordinary citizen.

It is their honor to die for the Ji family's kingdom.

Even if millions or even tens of millions of people die, it will be worth it as long as the Great Zhou Dynasty still exists.

Unfortunately, it is too late now. "Uncle, take the treasures accumulated by the court and those talented Ji clan children and leave. Stay in hiding for a few hundred years and then find an opportunity to rebuild our Ji clan. As for me, I am ready to perish together with the capital.

The Ji emperor can die, but he will not flee or surrender. "

Ji Wenhao looked gloomy and made the final arrangements.

He can die, the Great Zhou can perish, but the thousand-year-old Ji family must never be destroyed.

With these foundations, the Ji family might have a chance to restore their country in the future, but he was destined not to see that day.

Ji Nantian looked at the emperor in front of him seriously. Decades ago, he was actually not optimistic about this man. If it weren't for the God King Ji Chengdao who forcibly recommended him to the throne, the throne would never have been Ji Wenhao's.

But now, he had a new opinion of the young man with the surname Ji in front of him.

Although their abilities are not outstanding, at least the Ji family still has some backbone.

"The Ji family has not reached that time yet, and the imperial court has not yet reached the day of its collapse." Ji Nantian rejected Ji Wenhao's arrangement in a deep voice.

"Uncle, now"

Just as Ji Wenhao was about to continue his persuasion, Ji Nantian raised his hand to stop him and asked in a serious tone:

"Let me ask you, what are your hopes of becoming a saint with your blood sacrifice method?"

Ji Wenhao frowned, but seeing Ji Nantian's serious expression, he still said truthfully:
"Seventy percent."

"how long it takes."

Ji Nantian asked again.

"At least half a year."

This was also an important reason why Ji Wenhao lost his fighting spirit. Even if his blood sacrifice method was faster, it would take half a year to combine with many treasures to refine the blood and soul of all spirits.

He didn't think so before, but now, what he lacks most is time, because Jiang Che, who defeated Master Wen and others, will definitely not give him so much time.

"Half a year." Ji Nantian's eyes flashed with a faint light when he heard this, and he said:

"I have a way to speed this up several times."

"What method?" Ji Wenhao blurted out.

Ji Nantian said nothing, but pointed his finger, and a thought flooded into Ji Wenhao's mind.

In just a moment, Ji Wenhao was shocked and his face turned pale. He looked at the royal ancestor in front of him with shock, as if he couldn't believe it.

Because this method requires the use of royal descendants of the Ji clan for blood sacrifice.

Ji Nantian exhaled a breath of foul air and continued:
“Before the Great Zhou, the history of the human race can be traced back tens of thousands of years. During these tens of thousands of years, countless dynasties were established, but every emperor was never subject to the so-called shackles.

Emperors of all dynasties, including Taizu, actually had sufficient lifespans.

Do you know why? "

"Why?"

Ji Wenhao asked subconsciously.

He had actually investigated these things, but all the clues had long been cut off. Even with the background of the royal family, he was unable to track them down. He could only get a glimpse of a few corners.

That’s why there were later preparations for becoming a saint.

"More than six hundred years ago, when the Great Zhou was just established, the Demon Realm invaded. Taizu had to personally lead an expedition to stop them, and fought a bloody battle in the Heavenly Abyss. However, the Demon Realm had many powerful warriors, and its foundation was several times deeper than that of the Spirit Realm, which had experienced countless years of war.

Seeing that Tianyuan was about to be destroyed, the Confucian saint at that time sacrificed himself without hesitation, but it was still not enough, because the demon clan also had a top demon king of the same level.

Later, Taizu used a forbidden method and adopted a suggestion left by a Confucian sage, borrowing the power of heaven to enhance his strength. In that battle, Taizu held the Emperor's Sword.

He killed nearly ten demon kings and defeated tens of millions of demon soldiers, but Taizu was also at the end of his life. The Emperor's Sword collapsed and was left to be nurtured in Tianjian Mountain. Taizu found a solution to the backlash of the way of heaven, which was to use the destiny of the country to counter the backlash. It was also because of this that emperors of all dynasties could never enter the realm of the God.

At most, it is just the Xuandan cultivation level, and the life span will not increase. This is protection, but also confinement."

Hearing these unheard-of secrets, Ji Wenhao's eyes widened. He had never imagined that such secrets existed within the royal family.

But then he had another question:
"Then why is it that only the emperor is imprisoned, but the children of my Ji family are not affected at all?"

He thought of Ji Chengdao, who seemed to have no influence on him and even became the strongest person in the world.

“The Great Ancestor was a man of extraordinary talent. He refined all the backlash of the Heavenly Dao into one bloodline, which is your bloodline, and left behind immortal magic. Only after you inherit the throne will you experience the backlash.

It is precisely because of this that the Great Zhou experienced eleven emperors in just over six hundred years. If you really count, none of the emperors before you lived to be over a hundred years old."

"If what my uncle said is true, then the day I break free from the shackles, I will be retaliated by the law of heaven, right?"

Ji Wenhao couldn't help but ask.

I felt a little confused in my heart.

The path to immortality he pursued turned out to be a dead end?
Ji Nantian shook his head:
"Taizu is so talented, how could he be constrained by the shackles of heaven? In fact, Taizu has found a way to break the impasse, which is to use the divine blood derived from the Ji family's body to break through the shackles.

But to do so would require a blood sacrifice of the entire Ji family, and by that time Taizu was already at the end of his rope and would suffer the most backlash, so even a blood sacrifice of the entire Ji family would be useless.

But Taizu left a few words before leaving. After using the national destiny to consume ten generations, there would be great hope to break through the shackles of heaven. However, this secret was too cruel.

This old man has never said anything, but I think it is not a good thing for the emperor to live forever. Since the emperor enjoys wealth and honor, he should pay a price. "

"So, King Kaoshan also knows about this?"

Ji Wenhao continued to ask with a grim expression, and he vaguely thought of a possibility.

Ji Nantian looked at him and nodded slightly:

“I told him this in person. Ji Chengdao’s talent is rare in the spiritual realm and can almost be compared to the former great ancestor. Naturally, I cannot bear to see such a peerless immortal being trapped by his life span.

It is for this reason that when the previous emperor seized the throne, Ji Chengdao chose to give up the throne. Otherwise, the previous emperor’s throne should have belonged to Chengdao.”

"Then he recommended me to the throne, isn't it..."

Ji Wenhao felt a chill in his heart, and his hands and feet were cold.

He had naively thought that he was valued by Ji Chengdao and was recommended to this position, but he did not expect that the throne was actually a dead end.

After hearing this, Ji Nantian was silent for a few breaths and then said:

"Your aptitude is average, and you will hardly ever become a saint in this lifetime. It is not a loss for you to sit on the throne. Otherwise, I would have stopped you from ascending the throne and becoming emperor."

Ji Wenhao's face darkened and he instantly felt a huge blow.

The throne he obtained really seemed like alms.

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