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With a thick and dull hoarse sound, the door of the Taihe Hall was finally pushed open at this moment.

The Great Wei Holy Emperor, who had usurped the world from the Han family, slowly walked out of the dark hall.

He is in the prime of life, and some people would have thought that his star would disappear in the near future.

But that's just the way it is.

This is destiny.

And destiny cannot be violated.

A lot of things have come to an end from the very beginning.

It's a sad thing.

He has been fighting horses for half his life, and he once thought about saving the people of Li from fire and water and helping the building to fall.

He also coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes to usurp the previous dynasty and establish the Great Wei.

He sang before the Great War, and after the defeat, he was embarrassed like a lost dog.

He once cooked wine with others when he was young, and after he became famous, he crushed all his former friends under his iron hooves.

He lived all his life. The waves are magnificent, and the light is bizarre.

It's enough to make those storytellers talk for a few nights, and it's hard to say it all.

It is also enough for those historians who open their mouths to study for several years, and it is difficult to see through.

Many people call him the Emperor of the Ages, and many hate him to the core.

He didn't care about that.

Because it's a very sad thing.

When he became a star and the yellow robe was added, the purple microstar began to twinkle.

Starfall. Emperor.

This has almost reached, or rather reached, the extreme of power and power in this world.

But he wasn't happy.

Because it was then that he had a deeper and more thorough understanding of the nature of the world.

And the more he understands this, the more uneasy he becomes.

Counting his life, after countless killings, it is natural that he will inevitably be in danger, and he will always be put to death.

But in the dark, there seems to be something to protect him, even if he is in a dangerous situation, he can always turn danger into a disaster, overcome obstacles along the way, and achieve the position of emperor.

At first he thought it was his destiny, and he was often proud of it.

But in the end, he knew that this was indeed destiny, but he always took it as a cage.

So he went out of Xiling in the west and Youyun in the north. He wanted to conquer all the worlds he knew, and he wanted to scavenge from all the ancient books he could find.

For a while, he locked himself in his dormitory, checking the contents of these ancient books one by one, trying to find out the truth about this world.

But he failed in the end, and he learned many secrets from these books that he did not know.

But the more he knew, the more terrifying he felt. It's as if there is a pair of big hands pulling it in the darkness between this heaven and earth.

It seems that every living creature in this heaven and earth, whether it is an emperor or a pawn, a star or a mortal.

As long as the master of those big hands has a thought, birth, old age, sickness and death, glory and wealth are all in his thoughts.

It's a sad story, of course.

Because any effort is in vain at that moment.

So he tried to change something.

But he failed, and even a heavenly punishment descended in the dark, and his lifespan was stripped again and again, so that in the end he had to rely on Yu Heng's life star to survive.

But he never gave up.

He decided to find another way to break the so-called Mandate of Heaven in an extremely vicious way.

The Taibai Zhenren of the Stargazing Platform was proficient in the number of days, and he asked for his hexagram at an extremely expensive price, and calculated that the Great Wei was eight hundred years old in his life.

But he didn't let him.

He continued his reckless military force, he killed the third prince who was destined to inherit his throne, and cooperated with the prime minister with an unknown purpose to send one good minister after another to death, and in his lifetime, he almost exhausted enough great Wei to squander 800 years of majestic national power.

Of course, this was not enough, but the destiny had come, and he was powerless to resist.

For this reason, he looked at the three men who were slowly coming from under the long steps.

The eyes are deep, but there is no fear.

"See Your Majesty!"

"See Father!"

When the three of them were in front of him, two voices sounded respectfully at this moment.

"Hmm. He nodded in a calm voice.

He knew where they came from, and they knew when he was dead.

So, in the next moment, there was some silence between the four.

Finally, the emperor of Great Wei looked at his son, who had already given birth to some gray hair on his temples, and asked in a kind tone, "You have been waiting for many years, haven't you?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was nearly fifty years old, showed a look of panic on his face, and hurriedly knelt down.

"Erchen didn't dare. ”

He knelt down and kept kneeling, for his father, who had frightened him in time for his death, had no intention of lifting him up.

At this moment, the emperor turned his head to look at the old man with white hair and half-squinted eyes.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Electrifying flint, not conceding a cent.

It wasn't until a long time later that the emperor gradually softened his gaze and asked as if sighing.

"Prime Minister Sima, should I call you the Watchman, or is it more appropriate to call you Tianji?"

The old man's face, which had not changed color all the time, finally changed slightly, and he narrowed his eyes deeper and deeper, as if something was circulating in them.

"As long as Your Majesty likes it, I don't care what kind of title it is. ”

"Hmm. Then I'll continue to call you Prime Minister Sima. After calling for 30 years, I still feel a little uncomfortable after all. The man nodded, changed his words, and suddenly asked with interest: "Before you die, can you ask Prime Minister Sima Cheng what is the purpose?"

The old man shook his head and said, "What the old man wants to do, Your Majesty will know after he goes to that sea of stars." ”

"But I can't go to that sea of stars. The man's eyes narrowed at that moment, and the light inside flickered, as if a flame had risen.

"En?" The old man was stunned for a moment, he looked the man in front of him up and down, nodded understandingly, and then said: "Although the old man can't tell His Majesty what the old man is talking about, there is one thing that His Majesty can guarantee." ”

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Within ten years, the fortunes of the Great Wei Kingdom have been lost, the lives have been ruined, and the people are not happy!" The old man's voice suddenly became gloomy at that moment, and even the temperature between this heaven and earth seemed to drop a few points at this time.

The solemnity on the man's face when he heard this was changed to a smile at this moment, as if he had all his doubts gone, he arched his hand towards the old man, and said seriously and sincerely: "In this way, there is Prime Minister Lao Sima." ”

"It is a blessing for the old minister to be able to share the worries of His Majesty!" the old man returned the salute respectfully.

But no one noticed, nor would they notice, that His Royal Highness the Prince, who was bowing his head to the ground, trembled like snow after hearing this strange conversation between the two.

"And the widow went!" said the man.

He straightened his waist at that moment, and the momentum on his body suddenly became majestic, and his hair was spread out, like an angry lion.

Then, he looked at the son who knelt on his knees and said, "From today on, you are the master of the Great Wei, and this country and society will be entrusted to you." ”

After saying this, the man laughed, and his body turned into shattered starlight at that moment and dispersed into the distance.

And the old man also knelt down respectfully at this moment, his hands on the ground, and shouted in his mouth.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

So, in the eighty-seventh year of Weide, the Great Wei Taizu, the mighty Emperor of Xuande, Xiahou Haoyu, died.

His eldest son, Xiahou Ling, was recognized by Zi Weixing and ascended the throne.

But no one knew that the purple microstar that had changed its owner had already given birth to a little dark substance that was not easy to be noticed from the moment he shone on the body of the new emperor.