Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

[You did this during your time in Yangzhou.]

[It was observed that Chen Chaomang currently possessed no cultivation, no destiny, no fate, and no dragon-python phenomenon.]

[This leads to speculation about Senior Sister Yu Ji's forbidden research.]

[Involving destiny and fate, and merging with human fortune, it forms the extraordinary phenomenon of a dragon and python devouring the sky.]

[This was given to Chen Chao, who was then ordered to raise an army in rebellion.]

Based on the last simulation...

Chen Chao was able to reach the Void Breaking Realm in his later years.

[My senior's research on taboo subjects can be considered quite successful.]

Your intervention has disrupted our plans for the Western Regions.

This may affect the cooperation between the Holy Sect and the Western Regions.

[This deprived my senior sister of the trading assistance she received from the Western Regions.]

However, by asking her for help, you've filled that void.

[You have added conditions for negotiation to your answers regarding the essence of destiny, fate, human fortune, and celestial phenomena.]

[After completing the sorting, hand it over to Wei Qi.]

Let him propose it.

[It was also stated that this was the final version.]

[If the above conditions are met, a peace agreement will be reached.]

Wei Qi received the final peace proposal from you, and didn't even wait for tomorrow's meeting.

[Pass it directly to the people in the Western Regions.]

Soon, someone unexpected will appear.

If a figure depicted in the world's most beautiful colors were to appear at that moment, even the dim surroundings would seem to be bathed in a radiant glow.

[You were curious upon seeing Wen Fei's arrival.]

[Since appearing on the night she arrived at the ancient city of Loulan, she has remained silent throughout the peace negotiations.]

"Auntie, what brings you here so late at night?"

You sit upright at the desk.

The dark robe blended seamlessly with the dappled shadows around him, creating an aura of unfathomable darkness.

The two of you look at each other.

[The grand hall is divided into different scenes by a sense of depth and magnificence.]

Upon hearing your address, Wen Fei's cherry lips curved into a pleased smile.

[His voice was as clear as jade: "Yin Qian wants to see you."]

【"oh?"】

You casually leaned on the table and stood up.

[This caused the darkness behind him to surge and churn chaotically.]

[Unexpectedly, Yin Qian, who had previously never interfered in peace negotiations and had Jiang Bofu agree to all the conditions, has now...]

[After receiving your final version of the proposal, they actually came out in person.]

It seems the list of items has made him restless.

Is this an attempt to bargain, or a test to find out where one's information comes from?

You strolled up to Wen Fei's side, brushing past her, and caught a whiff of her lingering, rich fragrance.

"Let's go."

Wen Fei's amber eyes glanced at the deep darkness.

[Follow behind you to guide the way.]

[Qianyuan Hall.]

Wen Fei stopped at the palace gate.

He gestured, "He's waiting for you inside, so I won't go in."

You nodded slightly and pushed open the door to enter.

Inside the Qianyuan Palace, the lavish splendor of the previous banquet was absent, though the palace lanterns shone brightly.

The surroundings were dark and deep, with only golden lotuses and dragon carp in the two pools.

A soft golden glow pervades the air.

You cross the central avenue and arrive before the bronze platform.

Yin Qian, still dressed in the attire of the Crown Prince, sat upright on the high platform, his figure shrouded in shadow.

Suddenly, a pair of imposing, deep eyes opened in the shadows.

[It exudes a strong sense of oppression.]

"How did you learn those things?"

Yin Qian directly and decisively raised his concerns, his tone even carrying a questioning tone.

You looked up and chuckled, feigning ignorance: "What? Is this a taboo secret that can't be touched?"

Yin Qian gazed deeply into your eyes.

The questioning tone softened into a casual one: "It's not that serious, just some remnants from ancient times."

You sensed the genuine thought in his words.

It seems that there isn't much emphasis placed on ancient times.

[Or perhaps, because they are descendants of the Queen.]

[There's an innate, condescending arrogance about him.]

The human realm is now dominated by the Great Azure Royal Family.

Even the grandest epics of ancient times have faded into history.

They are the true masters of this era.

[You sense from Yin Qian's attitude that even though he has lost the legitimacy of the imperial power, he still considers himself the ruler of the mortal realm.]

[He chuckled and replied, "Since it's a relic of the old era, its value is probably limited. You should be able to produce it easily."]

Yin Qian's brows furrowed slightly.

Her eyes held a thoughtful glint, as if she were reflecting on whether she possessed what she desired.

A moment later, he stood up, using the handrail, and stepped down from the platform.

A clear and authoritative voice rang out.

"You intend to use the flesh and blood of innate gods and demons to forge your physique."

[The steady sound of footsteps accompanied his analysis.]

"The core fragments of the World's End and the Netherworld Cold Spring—you wish to explore the reasons for the destruction of an ancient era."

As Yin Qian spoke, he stepped down from the platform, his figure emerging from the shadows, standing silently before you.

[His majestic and imposing eyes stared directly at you.]

"The power of the Prefect..."

His tone grew increasingly heavy: "Do you know what this involves?"

You weren't intimidated by his solemn demeanor.

[A relaxed and leisurely demeanor.]

"I'd like to hear more details."

Yin Qian seemed somewhat helpless at your audacity.

He shook his head and said, "Power... can ultimately be divided into three categories."

"Heaven, Earth, Man."

Yin Qian walked past you towards the pond, gazing at the golden lotuses shimmering in the sunlight.

"Tianquan, I imagine you're familiar with that."

"After all, he is a direct disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, the Celestial Master's most trusted disciple."

"They should have witnessed the power of divine retribution and lightning."

As for people…

He turned around and looked at the spot hidden in the shadows on the bronze platform.

"Power on earth is in the hands of the emperor."

His tone gradually became fervent, eager, and greedy.

"Human power is imperial power."

Yin Qian gazed at the shadow cast on the bronze platform.

No matter how closely the scale of the Qianyuan Palace is imitated, it is ultimately just a replica.

[Ever since he learned the truth about his identity.]

He was constantly thinking about reclaiming imperial power, ascending the throne, and ruling the world.

After suppressing the complex emotions welling up inside,

Yin Qian glanced at you sideways.

"And the power of the Lord of the Underworld is the authority of the Underworld."

Your eyes narrowed slightly.

[The Underworld.]

Above the heavens lies the netherworld, and below lies the deepest hell.

This is not surprising to you.

"The underworld...the place where souls go after death?"

Upon hearing your question, Yin Qian first nodded, then shook his head.

"I told you, what you're asking for are all remnants of ancient times."

You immediately understood the meaning behind his words.

"Therefore, the underworld's role in housing the souls of the dead is a rule from ancient times, and it no longer applies today."

"That's right."

Yin Qian nodded, confirming your guess.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck you, and you understood many things.