Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

[Imperial Palace, Taiyuan Hall.]

[You will then assume the post of Celestial Patrol Envoy, bearing immense destiny.]

[Defying destiny and the blessings bestowed upon the Great Cang Dynasty, tainted by the Great Cang's fortune, it wreaks havoc on the mortal realm.]

You watch as golden lotuses sway in the pond.

The shimmering, iridescent petals gradually turned dark.

[On the imperial platform.]

[Emperor Xuanwu's humble voice could not hide his excitement.]

[A trembling voice: "My dear minister... your defiance of fate is extreme, traversing the heavens, and you still..."]

"How long can we hold out?"

You detected expectation in Emperor Xuanwu's words.

[We look forward to you defying fate with your fierce spirit, and traversing the heavens for as long as possible.]

[You didn't answer; you asked a direct question.]

"How long does Your Majesty need me to hold out?"

【"Oh……"】

[The Xuanwu Emperor chuckled softly, seemingly shaking his head as he pointed at you.]

"My dear minister... you truly understand my will."

[Listen to how, after you took office, Emperor Xuanwu repeatedly addressed you as "my beloved minister."]

Suddenly, I felt a sticky, goosebump-like sensation on my skin.

The Xuanwu Emperor's smile faded, and his voice, like a divine decree, rang out.

"The longer the better."

"As expected."

[After a one-on-one Q&A session.]

Emperor Xuanwu said no more, understanding that this was a clear indication that you were to step down.

[Just as scumbag as Wei Zhi.]

[Just now you were addressing me as "my dear subject."]

After the matter was discussed, they immediately resorted to a cold, silent treatment.

[The Dog Emperor...]

You suppressed the last curse that swung from your mind.

[There is a mechanism to prevent Emperor Xuanwu, the supreme ruler, from having a more powerful system than Wei Zhi's.]

[Even a whispered curse will be met with the mighty force of heaven, resulting in the extermination of nine generations of one's family.]

You may not fear death, but there's a massive crowd behind you.

[Yongzhou, the Holy Ancestor's Residence, the Celestial Master's Mansion.]

It wouldn't be good to involve everyone else.

You couldn't even be bothered with the formality of politely taking your leave.

[Just turn around and leave.]

As you cross the central avenue, admire the shimmering golden lotuses swaying on either side.

A few drops of ink have seeped in.

[Clearly, it has been tainted by your defiance of fate.]

Based on this pace, we can roughly estimate how long the Xuanwu Emperor's reign will last.

[About forty years.]

What was the situation for the timeframe forty years from now in the last simulation?

[With the fall of the Chu state, inner demons emerged.]

[In your later years, you entered the capital with ill omen, joining forces with Brother Lü to plot a reckoning.]

[They persuaded Xiang Che and Chen Chao to launch an attack on the central courtyard.]

At that time, the mortal realm will be able to accommodate those who have broken through the void.

Ultimately, you killed your lord and broke down the palace gates.

[Brother Chao Wei bluntly said, "Damn your sister."]

[You've pieced together seemingly insignificant clues.]

At the same time, a final question arose in my mind.

[You weren't present in the last simulation, so there was no defiance of fate.]

What methods did Emperor Xuanwu use to achieve his goals?

This will clarify things and answer many of your questions.

[He pushes open the palace gates and steps out.]

The wind and snow rushed towards us.

Wei Zhi's captivating figure, which once charmed countless beings, is no longer seen before the palace.

You suddenly feel that the light seems a little dim.

It wasn't that there was heavy snowfall, but rather a perceptible darkness.

It was as if a towering mountain stood before me, blocking out the sunlight.

You look up.

A magnificent figure stands there, steadfast as a rock.

The armor, in shades of gray-iron, is simple and heavy.

Thick eyebrows, fierce eyes, a deep, unfathomable gaze, calm as a still well.

Although we've never met, no introduction is needed; you recognize the person before you simply by their aura.

[A fortified border stands in the south, guarded by the governor.]

If Han Jing is considered the God of War of the Great Cang, then he is invincible in every battle and attack.

[That Yue Mu is the bulwark of the empire, the most solid defense line of the Great Cang.]

[In the last simulation, the Southern Cang region was completely lost, and Yue Mu was tasked with guarding the million-strong mountain range of the Southern Frontier.]

[Still like a giant rock in a raging storm.]

[Unmoved.]

Neither Xiang Che, Chen Chao, nor Pang Hai considered taking advantage of the situation to betray them.

[Unite with the millions of mountains in southern Xinjiang to annihilate the remaining forces of the Great Cang who have taken root in the south.]

This is not a matter of benevolence or righteousness.

Rather, it's a price to pay.

The price to pay for breaching this imperial barrier is one that none of the parties are willing to bear.

You and Yue Mu are not acquainted.

We never had any spiritual connection.

However, Emperor Xuanwu's decree, once issued, was disseminated through imperial authority.

All beings know of your esteemed position as the Celestial Patrol Envoy.

"Yue Mu greets the Imperial Envoy."

A deep, resonant voice rang out, accompanied by Yue Mu's imposing physique and impeccable, formal demeanor.

In terms of status, you are now truly second only to the First Person.

Even those with power and position comparable to yours have no right to order you around; there should be no interference between you.

Therefore, Yue Mu, who held military power, was...

Those of lower rank than you should be treated with respect.

"General Yue, there's no need for such formalities."

[You raise your left hand as a gesture.]

[Before you even have a chance to exchange pleasantries with this future Southern Frontier Hero and see if you can establish a connection.]

[When the future presents an opportunity.]

Yue Mu has already headed towards Taiyuan Hall.

Rigid, disciplined, and composed.

[This is your most prominent impression of it.]

[Not paying much attention, I descended the long steps and crossed the arched bridge, despite the wind and snow.]

[They left the palace.]

[Above the frame, you sense someone secretly watching, yet dare not approach, fearing the gaze that might taint you.]

[The duty of the Celestial Patrol Envoy.]

[This can be described as a meteoric rise.]

[This made countless nobles and dukes green with envy.]

What is the most distinctive characteristic of people from the capital city?

That's just being a power-hungry official.

Everyone dreams of climbing the ranks of officials and sharing in the great fortune of the land.

Chen Zhe drives the carriage, while you sit quietly within.

[Perceiving the changes that defy fate.]

The deep, soul-crushing pain, intertwined with cause and effect, has been borne by your unwavering will.

[You discovered this after your research.]

[Yongzhou, the Holy Ancestor's Residence, the Celestial Master's Mansion.]

The rebellious fate you bore has all vanished, gathering upon the Great Cang Dynasty.

[Indistinctly.]

The image of Emperor Xuanwu in your mind is beginning to take shape, albeit with a blurry outline.

Beneath the surface of humility and compassion lies a madman who acts recklessly and arbitrarily.

For now, suppress your desire to delve deeper.

[This trip to the capital, though plans didn't always go as expected.]

However, the intelligence and information obtained after several attempts to probe and probe were of exceptionally high value.

[You already feel like you're getting closer to the truth.]

You picked up your teacup and took a sip.

[Thinking of how the Celestial Master's Mansion, defying fate, would dissipate.]

[The old Taoist priest and his ancestors must be very happy, right?]

You were slightly smug, your eyes curving into a beautiful arc.

Let's see if Master will still call you dirty later.

You leaned against the car window, somewhat nostalgic for the days at the Celestial Master's Mansion.

I wonder if the ancestors are getting used to the incense offerings without your veneration?

Without you cooking, have we been eating less of Master's roast chicken?

[Is our eldest brother nearing the end of his life, almost blind?]

Will the golden statue of Pigsy (Zhu Bajie) mechanically ascend to heaven?

Where did Third Senior Brother go off to have fun?

[Thoughts raced through my mind.]

Your eyes are gentle, your expression pure.

[Gone are the usual schemes, cunning, and mystery.]

A little pain, in exchange for the purity of my heart remaining untainted.

It was worth it.