If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

Late at night.

Inside the imperial study, the candlelight flickered, casting Zhao Yu's long shadow onto the bookshelf behind him.

He sat upright on the dragon throne, his eyes wide open, struggling against the sleepiness that surged through his body.

My eyelids felt so heavy I couldn't lift them, my head felt like it was filled with mush, and my thinking started to become sluggish.

He knew it was the witchcraft at work.

Zhao Yu mobilized his internal energy, and nine earth dragons appeared around his body, instantly maximizing his defensive power.

Unfortunately, the sleepiness didn't disappear.

It seems that the defensive capabilities of a terrestrial immortal are insufficient to resist this kind of witchcraft.

Zhao Yu summoned the Human Emperor Sword from his spatial storage, sat cross-legged, placed the sword on his lap, and mobilized the power of the nation's fortune in an attempt to disrupt his sleep!

As the power of national destiny gathered, Zhao Yu's drowsy state receded like the tide.

it works!!

Zhao Yu's eyes lit up. It seemed that this kind of witchcraft, like the power of national destiny, was a mysterious and profound energy.

Just as Zhao Yu was rejoicing at the effectiveness of the nation's power, sleepiness suddenly returned, like an enraged wild beast.

Zhao Yu's heart sank. It seemed that the "coffin maker" had noticed his resistance.

He was truly at his wit's end.

Zhao Yu could only repeatedly remind himself of this.

Then the candlelight began to blur, and eventually, the world was plunged into darkness.

He opened his eyes again after an unknown amount of time.

The surroundings were no longer the familiar imperial study, but a palace shrouded in a blood-red mist.

A musty, decaying smell filled the air. The palace walls beside me were slightly distorted at the edge of my vision, and the dragon patterns carved on the walls, with their scales opening and closing, looked almost like living creatures.

He looked down at himself; he was still wearing a dragon robe.

Zhao Yu was wondering which palace this was when the dragon on the pillar suddenly spoke.

"Zhao Yu! Do you know your crime?!"

"Hmm?" Zhao Yu frowned slightly as he looked at the two giant dragons with their mouths open on the pillar.

The dragon exhaled a breath of dragon's breath.

"Bold Zhao Yu, you were born with the destiny of a beggar king bestowed by heaven. Your fate is to assist the true dragon, and then ascend to heaven and become the immortal beggar!"

You, however, covet power and attempt to usurp the destiny of the true dragon—a most heinous act!

A beggar immortal?

What kind of bird spirit is this?

No! This is a dream.

Zhao Yu immediately made a judgment.

Having lived through the 20th century, Zhao Yu had never heard of such an unrefined immortal, so he immediately realized that something was wrong here.

"Zhao Yu! Do you know your crime...?"

The dragon continued to question, but Zhao Yu turned his gaze back to the palace.

He composed himself and strode forward.

The marble floor tiles underfoot were icy cold, and they made a sticky sound when you stepped on them.

Zhao Yu's heart stirred slightly. He hadn't expected this witchcraft to be so effective. The sensation of stepping on blood was indeed quite realistic.

He pushed open the palace door in front of him, and inside was the furnishings of the Imperial Study, but everything was covered in a dark red hue.

Two people stood in the center of the hall.

Zhao Yu stepped forward and realized that it was Meng Qianshan and Wang Zhang.

Zhao Yu frowned. What was the person behind these two wanting to do by showing them up here?

Their faces were devoid of any human expression; their eyes were empty as they stared blankly.

Call ~

The candlelight inside the hall suddenly flickered wildly, as if it were being dragged by something.

Zhao Yu raised an eyebrow, a thought flashing through his mind: "High energy ahead!"

Sure enough, the two suddenly appeared in front of us, opening their mouths wide and letting out strange "waaaaa" noises.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yu remained calm and composed.

He'd directed plenty of weird theater in his past life, but this level of sudden face-slapping is just tacky!

Zhao Yu began to look around, wanting to see what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

Just then, heavy footsteps came from outside the palace gate.

Tap tap tap...

A tall figure dressed in a black dragon robe slowly walked in.

Zhao Yu was all too familiar with that face.

"Kneel down!!"

The "Zhao Yu" in the dream spoke, his voice like thunder, echoing throughout the entire hall.

Seeing that he did not kneel down, Zhao Yu drew his sword from his waist, the blade reflecting a cold light, and walked towards him faster and faster, until he even started running, raising his sword to prepare to strike!

Zhao Yu subconsciously activated his internal energy, trying to block.

However, his dantian was completely empty, and he couldn't mobilize even a fraction of his Grandmaster-level cultivation here.

His body was as weak as that of an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts.

"Damn it! No sportsmanship whatsoever!"

Zhao Yu turned and ran; this was going too far in weakening his abilities.

But even running made his legs feel weak, and he couldn't run at all.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his chest, in a flash, a thought flashed through Zhao Yu's mind.

Since witchcraft can be influenced by the fate of the nation, can he use the Emperor's Sword in his dreams?

Thinking this, he stopped trying to run away and instead shouted, "Sword, come!!!"

Swish! ! !

The entire palace was slashed open by countless sword energies, and a large golden sword flew in.

Zhao Yu reached out and shook hands.

Wow~~~~~

Instantly, a burst of golden light shone, burning away the blood-red mist!

In an instant, Zhao Yu felt that he was the sole master in this dream world!

Zhao Yu looked at Zhao Yu with a wicked smile.

"You lowly natives, how dare you talk back to me? Take this!"

Swish!

A golden sword aura slashed through.

"Click—"

With a crisp sound, Zhao Yu's body shattered completely, revealing a skeleton made of bamboo strips and paper inside.

The paper skeleton struggled and twisted in the air for a moment before collapsing with a crash.

The dream began to shake violently, and the surrounding scenery was like a shattered mirror, peeling away piece by piece to reveal the chaotic void behind it.

In that brief moment of clarity, Zhao Yu caught a glimpse of the edge of the dream, a blurry shadow flashing by.

The person was slender, and seemed to be holding a string of things that were constantly shaking, making a soft, tinkling sound, like bone bells.

More importantly, in the instant the man turned around, Zhao Yu clearly saw that he had a jade pendant hanging from his waist.

The jade pendant is decorated with an earthen dragon pattern.

Those were ornaments that only members of the Liang royal family were qualified to wear.

Was the caster a member of the royal family?

Or perhaps, they have a very deep relationship with the royal family?

This discovery sent a shockwave through Zhao Yu's heart.

Before he could see anything more clearly, the entire dream world collapsed completely, and a tremendous pulling force forcibly "jumped" his consciousness out.

Zhao Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

He remained seated on the dragon throne in the imperial study, while the sky outside the window began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

The candles inside the hall burned out, leaving only a few wisps of smoke.

He took a deep breath and felt the internal energy flowing through his body. The feeling of power returning to his hands was truly mesmerizing!

Everything in the dream is still vivid in my mind.

"Go, send Qiu Ping... no, send the Empress Dowager!"

"Yes."