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【"imperial power……"】

Han Jing's pupils contracted sharply, and he murmured those two words, his expression unusually moved.

His shocked gaze swept over you and Lü Zhen. Seeing your calm and composed demeanor, he clearly acquiesced to his guess.

A raging storm surged within him.

I had anticipated your plans would be earth-shattering, but I never imagined you would be so audacious.

[They actually used imperial power to disrupt the power structure of the Great Cang Dynasty, and with the most powerful Wei family, they dared to shake the millennia-old Yin clan.]

Indeed, if we're talking about a force in the world that Emperor Xuanwu truly fears, one that has the potential to overthrow the imperial power.

[It wasn't the state of Qi, nor the state of Wu; even the state of Zhou was trapped in Shu, waiting for its opportunity.]

Only Wei Zhihe and the Wei family could possibly have this kind of influence.

Why would the Wei family plot a rebellion? What could have made them see the possibility of gaining access to imperial power, prompting them to act at any cost?

After asking the question, Han Jing began to disassemble it himself.

[It felt like being on a battlefield, giving him a long-lost sense of exhilaration.]

"Wei Zhi, Wei Qi, the Wei family, the interests of the powerful clans gathered in the Great Cang Central Court, plus myself and Prime Minister Lü—that's practically all the power."

"However, compared to the vast and ancient foundation of Da Cang, it still couldn't sway Wei Zhi and the Wei family."

"So, Mr. Wen, what are your backup plans?"

Han Jing gazed at you intently, hoping for your answer.

You smiled gently, took a sip of tea, and gazed at the lake view.

[You said leisurely, "Brother Han, you're wrong."]

"Whether it's Wei Zhi, Wei Qi, you, Brother Lü, or the Wei family, none of them are the most important bargaining chips in this game."

"What truly creates a powerful force, allowing Wei Zhi and the Wei family to see the power that could overthrow the imperial authority."

"It's fate, destiny, and the fate of all living beings."

Han Jing completely lost his composure, staring at you in disbelief.

"Brother Han, I want to create a destiny for the Wei family, for Wei Zhi..."

"Give them a destiny!"

Han Jing was stunned, your calm voice echoing in his mind, yet the words in them almost froze his thoughts.

[To create destiny...to bestow fate...]

Is this something that can be done by human effort?

[Lu Zhen already knew your plans, and hearing them now still stirs his emotions.]

[If he hadn't witnessed your incredible methods over the past few years, he wouldn't have believed this plan had even a one in a billion chance of success.]

Although the chances of success are still slim, it's truly worth the gamble.

"Destiny, fate."

[Han Jingping calmed his shock, his throat hoarse and his voice low.]

[Then he revealed a carefree and fearless smile.]

"Mr. Wen, I am willing to accompany you on this journey!"

You raise your glass, offering tea instead of wine.

Unexpectedly, Lü Zhen took out two bottles of wine from his personal spatial artifact.

[The body of the celadon vase features crackled glaze.]

"This was brewed with water from the raging waves after I emerged from Longchang. I intended to drink it upon achieving success, or to offer it as a sacrifice when I faced certain death."

"There are three pots in total. One pot was offered as a distant libation to Brother Wen, upon hearing of his sacrifice for his country."

"Today we will share a drink from the same pot."

As he spoke, he opened the seal and poured a glass for one person.

"Brother Wen, let us drink this cup of wine in farewell."

[After saying this, he drank it all in one gulp.]

[You and Han Jing did it too.]

[Lu Zhen exhaled a strong breath of alcohol and gestured to another bottle: "Give this one to Brother Wen. We'll celebrate when everything is over."]

[You store this bottle of wine into a spatial artifact worn on your fingertip.]

[Silence remained in my heart.]

[Lu Zhen said it was a celebration, but you know, regardless of success or failure, he wouldn't survive.]

[Once the planning began, their lives were already at stake.]

[Fifty-ninth year, seventy-five years old.]

Your figure, clad in a flowing dark blue robe, stands atop the precipitous peaks of the Shu Mountains.

Looking back at the vast and fertile plains of the Great Cang Central Court.

[Xu Kun, standing beside you, said: "Brother, stop reminiscing, let's hurry into Shu. The thought of finding our master soon is making me incredibly hungry."]

"I'm waiting for someone."

You withdrew your gaze, your eyes revealing a profound understanding of the world, leaving everyone utterly defenseless and filled with a sense of awe in your presence.

The red hair was increasing, and the ominous aura was almost tangible, causing the surrounding space to appear distorted.

[A sense of mystery and unease intertwines, creating a paradoxical feeling that is both enigmatic and sublime.]

[It possesses an irresistible, fatal charm.]

"Waiting for someone? Waiting for whom?"

Xu Kun paused, instinctively avoiding your gaze.

He always felt that the mysterious charm in your eyes after you comprehended "The Enemy" was different from how he remembered you.

[I suspect your work, "Premonition of the Enemy," has been tainted by an ominous aura.]

"We're almost there."

You gaze up at the sky, waiting quietly.

Xu Kun wanted to press further, but suddenly his brows furrowed, and an invisible aura emanated from him, as if he were ready to vanish into the darkness at any moment.

[Before them, array formations stretched out from the void, their intricate patterns emitting a faint light and radiating a powerful force that distorted space.]

Two figures emerged from the spatial array.

One man and one woman.

The man possessed a majestic appearance, a fierce physique, and an overbearing, domineering presence, radiating an oppressive aura that commanded the submission of all.

The woman's exquisite features were perfectly formed by nature; her white robes accentuated her ethereal beauty and graceful figure.

Xu Kun recognized the two men, his wary gaze shifting between you and them.

"Big brother, are you waiting for them? They wouldn't be here for me, would they?"

Xu Kun's tone was calm, yet it conveyed complex emotions—self-deprecation, disappointment, and anger.

You glanced at him speechlessly.

"Brother 2.5, whether you live as a human, a ghost, or a demon, just don't be delusional."

Xu Kun was stunned.

[His eyes held suspicion, though he remained wary. But the anger from his earlier betrayal, and the self-deprecating disappointment that no one could truly care for someone, had all vanished.]

"Overlord, Master Pei, it's been a long time."

Xiang Che's eyes, gleaming with a domineering golden light, scrutinized you from head to toe.

But upon seeing your red hair and meeting your all-knowing gaze, my pupils contracted sharply, and I averted my eyes.

Pei Qingyu maintained her ethereal, fairy-like demeanor, nodding in acknowledgment.

[Xiang Che calmed the unease in his heart and asked directly, "I wonder what business Marquis Wen has with Master Pei summoning me?"]

"Lord Wen is dead, and he died at the hands of you, Overlord. Now, only this old man remains."

Xiang Che's expression was solemn.

[There are just too many strange things about you: resurrection, an ominous aura, and a gaze that even his invincible body can see through.]

Even if you are only at the fourth level of the Innate Realm, you still dare not let your guard down.

"So, you're here today to avenge what happened years ago?"

You chuckled softly upon hearing this.

"It's all just fleeting smoke. I've summoned you today, Overlord, to invite you to participate in a grand scheme. I wonder if you dare?"

"Hmph! What is there to fear?"

"Chaos reigns in the capital."

【"Um……"】

"Let me consider this..."