Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

[Zuo Shi bowed his head in remorse as he faced Xu Hui.]

A gentle smile, embracing and tender: "There's no need for this appearance; as long as there's still hope, that's enough for me."

Then she sighed softly.

[Looking slightly troubled, she said, "I've had some free time lately and wanted to make you some new clothes, but you..."]

She observed Xu Hui's state of being a wandering, lost spirit.

Clearly, they were at a loss.

Even the most skilled tailor cannot dress a ghost.

Xu Hui rarely showed a look of unease.

His condition was very abnormal, and he himself was aware of it, but he couldn't pinpoint the cause.

[We might even forget to investigate further.]

I was just about to explain a few things.

【Then……】

I've forgotten what I wanted to say.

Xu Huiqing's handsome face revealed a faint smile.

"Sister Zuo, show me the style of your robe."

Zuo Shi was puzzled, but still took out the blueprints.

Xu Hui glanced at her, his soul drifting in and out of existence, and instantly changed his clothes.

Suddenly, he noticed that there were two sample drawings that Sister Zuo had taken out.

[Just as I was about to ask, my mind wandered for a moment.]

When the drawing landed in my hands, I saw that the rice paper was pure white.

[Perhaps it's just a backup plan for Sister Zuo.]

"We're leaving."

【"Um."】

Zuo Shiwen nodded gently and smiled, "Your elder brother has already arranged an escape route for me, so there's no need to worry."

Xu Hui trusts you completely.

[I was completely relieved after hearing that.]

[He drifted away, seemingly carefree.]

Zuo Shi put away the drawings and suddenly noticed a blank sheet of Xuan paper.

[A puzzled look on her face.]

Then, the doubt in her eyes was instantly replaced by a soft glow.

[Return to the pavilion and sit quietly.]

This wait, I don't know how many years it will take.

[Imperial Capital, Imperial City, Taiyuan Palace.]

As winter sets in, snowflakes drift down, painting the solemn and magnificent palace city white.

[Wearing a crimson and gilded palace gown, her figure, so alluring it could bring ruin to the country, she strolled through the front courtyard.]

A stark mark remains amidst the pure white landscape.

Wei Zhi ascended the ninety-nine white jade steps.

[He raised his eyes to look at the tightly closed Taiyuan Palace.]

[Those captivating, mesmerizing eyes exude an air of dignified nobility.]

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before raising her hand and boldly pushing open the palace door.

In an instant, mysterious, murmured whispers and indescribable eeriness filled my mind.

[A destiny that brings misfortune and calamity.]

The surrounding space was suddenly filled with a bizarre and surreal scene.

Wei Zhixiu's brows were deeply furrowed; she possessed a high position, a dignified status, and a fate destined to be a femme fatale...

With numerous blessings...

Only by relying on the ultimate power of humanity could they withstand the terrifying babbling.

Then, she resolutely stepped into the Taiyuan Palace.

Inside the main hall, the light was dim and heavy, and an invisible black mist permeated the air.

It blurred vision, distorted perception, and polluted the mind.

Wei Zhi strolled onto the central avenue.

The water in the pools on both sides was murky, resembling thick mud, bubbling and churning, with a nauseating and horrifying texture.

The magnificent golden lotus withers, the world's fortunes are polluted, and the once-powerful imperial authority is shrouded in darkness.

Wei Zhi crossed the long road, stopped at the end, and did not go any further.

They didn't even dare to look up.

[The alluring sound of a jade chime rang out.]

"How much longer can you hold on?"

The voice, lingering and echoing throughout the hall, was amplified by the eerie black mist, creating multiple layers of reverberation.

Wei Zhi waited a moment.

[A reply just came.]

[If the ear-piercing sound of bone rubbing against metal is heard.]

[A hoarse, deep, majestic, and supreme voice, unparalleled in the human world.]

[It overwhelmed the many eerie echoes.]

【"ten years……"】

Wei Zhi's brow furrowed even more deeply: "The calamity has arrived."

【"Oh……"】

A soft laugh could be heard.

[Hoarse, viscous, clear, dignified, sinister, upright...]

[So complex it's mind-boggling.]

[Through transmission and recurrence.]

A soft laugh transformed into a wild, unrestrained roar, causing the withered golden lotus to sway and the filthy mire to churn.

More bubbles appeared.

It seems something is trying to crawl out of the mud.

【clang!】

A sound like bones striking metal rang out.

In an instant, all the out-of-control and bizarre phenomena were suppressed.

【"I……"】

[Then a single word rang out.]

Like a heavy rain washing away the filth of the world.

The hoarse, deep voice became solemn and dignified.

"I thought he was destined to die, but I never imagined... he would attract such a calamity..."

Wei Zhi kept his eyes lowered.

[In a detached tone: "The killing has disrupted your plans."]

Her probing went unanswered.

"What brings you here today?"

The solemn and dignified voice gradually began to be drowned out by a hoarse, heavy tone.

Wei Zhi's lowered face was shrouded in shadow.

"He can't die yet."

【"Um?"】

A question arose, followed by a moment of silence.

"Zhang Bingcheng can still hold out for half a year."

【"not enough."】

Wei Zhi firmly rejected the idea.

[Inside the Taiyuan Palace, eerie, muttered murmurs once again filled the air.]

【for a long time.】

【"life……"】

【Om! 】

[With another single word, a magnificent, gilded radiance erupted, filling the entire hall.]

[Golden radiance, majestic and supreme, overlooks the mortal realm.]

The black smoke, like thick silt, clung tightly to the golden light.

[This creates a scene that is difficult to describe.]

[The decrees of those who wield imperial power in the mortal realm continue to be promulgated.]

"Han Jing, lead the Imperial Guards south to escort the Imperial Envoy on his inspection tour into the capital."

The imperial decree, once issued, is inscribed into the rules of human society.

The golden light suddenly dimmed, and the hall returned to its gloomy state.

"There aren't many imperial edicts left..."

Wei Zhi nodded: "This is the last time."

Having said that, she turned around, her crimson and gold palace dress fluttering in the breeze.

[Just as they were about to cross the imposing threshold of the Taiyuan Palace, they suddenly stopped.]

[Glancing back sideways.]

"Our cooperation ends here. I... don't want to just live anymore..."

Inside the main hall, black mist churned violently.

[Then things calmed down.]

Wei Zhi stepped across the threshold, and the palace doors behind him slammed shut with a resounding crash.

She looked up at the sky, snowflakes falling and settling on her hair and eyelashes.

Suddenly, a smile curved her cherry-red lips.

[A deceptive and alluring demeanor, capable of bringing ruin to the nation and its people, captivating and bewildering.]

She raised her delicate hand.

[Remove the ceremonial ornaments from your hair.]

[His black hair cascaded down.]

[Casually tossed to the ground.]

[A tinkling sound rang out.]

[Walk down the ninety-nine white jade steps.]

[Then they walked down step by step.]

[A beautiful woman's fate is that of a source of trouble, a mysterious and pervasive harbinger of chaos and calamity.]

[The palace dress she wore, representing the Great Cang Empress's attire, disintegrated into scattered, fluttering pieces.]

Only the lower half of her dress remained.

[Cinched waist, wide sleeves, long skirt.]

[Its color is scarlet, and it has no decorative patterns.]

The scattered fragments drifted down like a beautiful red snowfall.

[The image of Wei Zhi blurred.]

[Leaving the palace.]

【at the same time.】

The young man in the simple white robe stood up.

[The most formidable killing intent in the world was revealed; the Imperial Guards arrayed themselves, forming a powerful military force that soared into the sky.]

[He wanted to test the ferocity of the killing calamity.]