The arrival of Zhao Yu pushed the Zhuxia nation to the throne of the planet's domination, and strangled the civilization of other races in the cradle.

This is ferocity and feat.

Whether it is the European and American races that have been gradually integrated into the empire, speaking Chinese, writing Chinese characters, and converting to the hundreds of schools of people, or the black non who have been used as slaves, they will never know what their future will be without Zhao Yu.

And Zhao Yu, when he saw this empire, this nation, ascending to the throne of the king of the planet, he also saw a potential crisis.

Zhuxia has no opponents.

This is not a good thing.

Without an enemy, there is no motivation, and if it continues like this, it will eventually lead to self-destruction.

Either civil strife or decadence.

But Zhao Yu has a way.

The vast starry sky is the enemy of Zhuxia.

Zhao Yu will give them a reminder at the right time.

The situation is changing and the world is turned upside down. is a symptom of this era. Zhao Yu also sighed, maybe there is some sense of achievement.

But that's about it.

Prior to this, every change in this era made Zhao Yu happy. Because he can experience the turmoil of time and space from it. Now, however, it doesn't have to. The Dharma image has been completed, the foundation of the Tao of Time and Space has been laid, and in the future, it will be all his own cultivation, and the external changes will no longer be able to inspire him too much.

It's just that the heart is leisurely, and there are some complications.

After returning to the other courtyard, life fell into a dull situation again.

Occasionally, Cao Ang and other disciples would come to see him. Cao Yu will also come to take a turn to see if he can get some autumn breeze from Zhao Yu. Wives and concubines occasionally go back to their parents' homes to have a look. Just like ordinary people, the parents are short and trivial.

To give a sense of perfect fulfillment.

No matter how ordinary life is, it is ten million times better than decades of loneliness in the starry sky.

Humane and humane, more people are the way.

It was in this calm that the Chinese Empire silently changed.

In another decade, the population multiplied, and in the midst of war, enslavement, assimilation, and immigration, every continent on the planet, except for Antarctica, where people could not live, was filled with the imprint of the Zhuxia people.

If it is said that when Cao Mengde and Cao Ang were in power, they were laying the foundation for this empire, then when it comes to Cao Yu's generation, it is the generation that broke out.

300 million people, doubling in ten years. The larger the base, the population will explode like a balloon under the policy of encouraging childbearing.

It was also at this time that the Empire finally canceled this national policy. Not encouraged, nor discouraged.

This is Zhao Yu's opinion.

Under the premise of cutting off all other civilizations, the Zhuxia people, with a population of 600 million, are already the king of kings. Together with the assimilated and enslaved, it is close to 800 million. Compared with the modern time and space of nearly 10 billion people in history that has not changed, it is indeed much worse, but because of this, the average resources are abundant.

If we continue to encourage it, at this abnormal rate of population growth, I am afraid that in a hundred years at most, we will be able to reach the total population of modern time and space that has not changed history. That's not advisable.

Cancel the incentive policy, cancel the empire rewards, so that normal growth, is in line with the needs of the empire.

Three years later, Guan Hai died in another hospital.

Guan Ming's death seems to have kicked off a prelude. Starting from him, the old people of their generation who were still alive, who were not as good as the pinnacle of martial arts, were wiped out one by one within a few years.

In the twentieth year of Zhao Yu's return, Cao Ang also went.

Time is like a comb, combing by, taking away those who are dying and decrepit.

Zhao Yu didn't know how to feel, but he had a deeper understanding of the mystery of time, and a deeper understanding of the fairness of this universe and the ruthlessness of the Great Dao.

He began to worry, fearing that Akihime and the others would leave him one day before, but he couldn't help it.

He didn't dare to bring the five daughters of Zhao Ji into the small world of Chaos Beads, and the time passage of time in the small world of Chaos Beads and the comparison of the outside world made him always unstable. He didn't dare to spend too much time cultivating in the small world of Chaos Beads, refining the heaven and earth spiritual machine that Master Chaos Void Ancestor had condensed for him in the depths of Yuanqi Pool.

He had to spend more time with them.

Every day, one day less.

Even if you can use the mystery of time to influence it all the time, the time that wives and concubines can spend with them is still getting less and less.

Time is long, and it is eternal.

Zhao Yu watched the people he knew and close to disappear in front of him one by one, and that kind of torment made his understanding of the Immortal Dao more and more profound, and he also understood the cruelty of the Dao more and more. From anxiety, to helplessness, finally calmed down, and treated every day with the most ordinary sincerity. Let every wife and concubine be happy.

After another seventy years, Cao Yu died, and when the fourth generation of the emperor's son and Cao Mengde's great-grandson would abdicate, Guan Hai died in another courtyard.

Guan Hai martial arts practice to the limit, and there is a longevity pill to prolong life, but even so, he only lived to be more than two hundred years old.

"It's getting less and less..."

Zhao Yu was in front of Guan Hai's tomb, just leisurely.

After Guan Hai went, the remaining people in the courtyard went one by one in a year, and Gao Shun was the last to be destroyed.

Seeing Gao Shun close his eyes, Zhao Yu's heart was empty.

Not a single one is gone.

All the old people, all the traces of that era, after Gao Shun passed away, all disappeared.

I can't say what it feels like, but there is a trace of depression in my heart.

Akihime and the others were silent.

In the past 70 years, the relatives of the wives and concubines, the same generation, have gone, and even the next generation has almost disappeared. Over the years, every sadness, every feeling, seems to be a little numb now.

The clouds on the horizon are rolling up, and the sun and moon rise in the east and set in the west. It seems to be eternal and unchanging, but people are constantly changing.

Everything is changing, but Zhao Yu doesn't seem to have changed at all.

Only Zhao Yu himself knows what kind of tempering his heart has undergone over the years.

He knows that this is the greatest suffering that humanity can inflict on people.

He cherished the days with Zhao Ji and them more and more, tried his best to make them relaxed and happy, and took them all over the world, to travel, to see.

Twenty years later, Zhao Ji died in Zhao Yu's arms at the age of 250.

At the moment when Zhao Ji closed her eyes peacefully, Zhao Yu's heart seemed to be beaten ten thousand times.

He could only silently bury Zhao Ji in the mountain behind the courtyard, next to the quaint pavilion, so that the entire courtyard was always in Zhao Ji's eyes.

A few years later, Mi Zhen died in Zhao Yu's arms at the age of 250.

In a few more years, Da Qiao died, and in a few more years, Xiao Qiao passed away, and Sun Ren passed away.

Zhao Yu is already alone.

The death of each person is like a hammer, hitting Zhao Yu fiercely. Heaven and earth are furnaces, smelting Zhao Yu fiercely. He sublimated again and again, transformed again and again, and finally after Sun Ren's death, he seemed to be fluttering like a fairy and had been isolated from the world.

The people in the other courtyard clearly felt that Zhao Yu was close in front of them, but far away in the sky.

Zhao Yu was alone, quietly in the courtyard for three years. He silently strengthened the formation of the other courtyard, he didn't want Zhao Ji and the others to be disturbed. One day, I went to Luoyang to meet the five generations of the emperor's son, and then there was no news.