The calamity can be saved, but fate... can only be accepted.

The figure on the supreme dragon throne did not speak, but this meant acquiescence.

Zhang Shoufu stopped kneeling. He stood up with his waist straight.

"I don't agree with this."

"Your Majesty, the Luo family is a family of meritorious officials. Luo Kuang, the king of Zhenbei, fought with the barbarians in the north of the Great Wall and guarded the border for Daxia. His merits are immeasurable."

"The great general Luo Hou was even more frightened by the killings of the Hu people. He was called Luo Rentu. Although he was a massacre, he still defended the country for the people, which was also a righteous act."

"Luo Hongchen, the son of the King of Zhenbei, died in battle, the peerless genius died in battle while killing the enemy, and Luo Xiaobei, the seventh son of the King of Zhenbei, fell mad after returning from the battle. These are all righteousness."

"The Luo family is worthy of the Xia family."

Zhang Shoufu said.

"And now, His Majesty said that the Luo family should accept its fate, and that such a loyal family should accept its fate and be destroyed in the course of time..."

Zhang Shoufu raised his head and laughed, his beard and hair bulging.

"I think it's ridiculous."

"Your Majesty, you actually believe in such nonsense as fate?"

On the dragon chair.

Emperor Xia watched Zhang Shoufu's continuous speeches indifferently and calmly.

There are no words.

He was very aloof, as if he were beyond the world. He raised his head and looked straight, as if a god between heaven and earth had opened his eyes.

Overlooking every inch of the mountains and rivers in Daxia, every city, every high wall, every particle of dust... and every inch of time, every moment of darkness, every rainstorm that arises and dies in his hands when he raises his hand.

, every gust of wind...

In his eyes, everything is the same as ordinary people.

They are all...his people.

And he is the king with supreme strength who rules everything.

Zhang Shoufu gradually stopped talking. He seemed to understand the meaning in Emperor Xia's cold and ruthless eyes.

He was also in a trance.

He has been in the position of chief minister for more than sixty years, and sixty years ago, Daxia was already extremely powerful and the most powerful of the three dynasties. He was able to suppress all the major sects and forces in the world.

In the long river of the Great Xia dynasty, countless bones were splashed, some people roared that the princes and generals had the right to live in peace, some people once rose up, and some people once roared at the imperial city. No matter how successful the approach was, it would eventually fail. This is fate.

No matter how the wind and rain of Great Xia change and how many twists and turns it goes through, as long as the man sitting on the throne is still strong and immortal, the flag flying in the wind and rain will not change at all.

Because this is not a country for mortals, but a dynasty of practitioners, where strength is paramount.

Zhang Shoufu straightened his spine. In the Tianji Palace, countless terrifying oppressions were felt by the man's eyes, like mountains and rivers falling, making it extremely difficult for Zhang Shoufang to move and breathe.

That thin body seemed to be torn into thousands of pieces at any time.

Zhang Shoufu took a step, and the steps he took were like thunder in the dead Tianji Palace.

"My lord, I don't believe in fate."

"I feel that the Luo family has no fault and may even have merit."

"I beg your Majesty to take back your order."

"I am willing to learn from death."

Zhang Shoufu's old voice lingered in the Tianji Palace. Even the heavy oppression could not make Zhang Shoufu shake too much.

Emperor Xia felt that everything was under his control. As long as he could seek immortality, he could suppress everything.

But Zhang Shoufu's cloudy eyes had seen too much darkness and too many sins.

The darkness and evil hidden under Daxia are like the torrential currents of a river.

He has rescued many people, seen many people's homes destroyed, seen people crying and helpless, and seen refugees freezing to death on the road.

And all this cannot be solved by Emperor Xia's immortality alone.

Many times, what a dynasty needs is not a permanent king, but a king who loves the people.

Zhang Shoufu walked forward firmly step by step.

He stepped onto the stairs of Tianji Palace, and the high and mighty king sat on the throne above the stairs.

That is a king who longs for invincible power and eternal life.

Zhang Shoufu, on the other hand, wants to prove that strength is not everything.

He walked forward step by step and stepped onto the stone stairs of the palace.

Boom!

On the high throne, the man overlooking the world cast his gaze.

In an instant, it was as if thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were all carried on Zhang Shoufu's shoulders at the same time. The wet plain white clothes on his body were instantly clean, without a drop of evaporated water, and they clung tightly to his body.

Faced with this unstoppable force, Zhang Shoufu also stared at the figure that stood high above, in the light of endless bright candles, as if it was always sitting in the Milky Way, and continued to step forward.

…

Outside Tianji Palace!

There is a vast river of righteousness that tears through the heavy rain and stretches across the sky and the earth.

Concubine Xuanyu stood under the Tianji Palace, her long skirt flying constantly, her eyes filled with shock.

"Is Zhang Huaiyi crazy?"

"How dare he provoke that man with his mortal body?!"

Concubine Xuanyu's body was trembling. She had a special physique and was born with a keen sense of this kind of power of heaven and earth.

And under the Tianji Palace, the emperor's imperial guards were no longer calm, and the clanging of armor could be heard loudly.

These emperor's guards tore through the heavy rain, and their golden armors were like extremely bright golden light in the dark rainstorm.

They held knives and shields and stood in front of Tianji Palace.

The old eunuch, Gao Lishi, came floating in the air, the clouds and rain twisting around his body, and not a single drop of rain touched him.

His fair and old face stared at the closed Tianji Palace with complicated expressions.

The vast river of righteousness that stretched across the sky surged into the Tianji Palace.

All living beings seemed to see the long river entwining around an old man who was both upright and upright.

The old man climbed the stairs step by step, as if he wanted to use his persistence to prove something to the god-like figure.

…

Dongji Palace.

Prince Xia Ji walked out of the palace, leaning against the corridor. There was rain on the eaves, and a bead curtain was pulled out outside the corridor.

His hair was disheveled and he stared at the falling river of righteousness.

However, I suddenly felt a little lonely.

He sighed with emotion and leaned against the railing, his eyes a little dazed.

Looking up to the sky, his eyes seemed to jump out, overlooking the entire imperial city.

But for him, the imperial city was a prison that was difficult to break free from.

…

Si Tianyuan.

Wen Tianxing stared at the chessboard, the thick bags under his eyes trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot.

On the chessboard, the chess pieces were densely intertwined and scattered vertically and horizontally. He could not see the situation clearly before, but at this moment, he seemed to have cleared the clouds and could see the final outcome of the chessboard.

It seems that someone is trying to open up the chessboard, trying to break it into pieces and restore clarity to the world.

Don't know when.

A burst of green smoke drifted past.

Wen Tianxing suddenly raised his head. Opposite him, an old Taoist floated over and stared at the chessboard with him.

"Dean..."

The old Taoist nodded and sighed.

"Pity."

…

Zhenbei Palace.

Staring at the pure and untainted aura of righteousness emerging above the palace.
To be continued...