The improved female villains regained their memories.

But Xu Baxian didn't care. He never coveted the throne, and his deal with the Heavenly Dao was for that purpose only.

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The three immortals returned to their dwellings.

Black Horned Mang said sullenly, "Your Majesty is far too indifferent."

How can the power of a nation be easily given to others? Although that palace maid used the name of Heaven, Xu Baxian was far too indifferent.

The three immortals were the first to pledge allegiance to Xu Baxian, and their loyalty and devotion far surpassed that of others. It was precisely because of this that Hei Jiaomang couldn't stand it.

Bai Lingling pouted and didn't say anything. Hong Lingyi raised her eyes and looked at Hei Jiaomang, saying, "His Majesty is still doing this for his mother. Didn't he tell us that as long as Zhou Zhiruo comes back to life, he will find a way to gradually sever ties with the Heavenly Dao, and from now on, the Heavenly Dao will manage the Heavenly Dao, and the royal family will manage the royal family?"

Hei Jiao Mang shook his head and sighed: "The Heavenly Dao controls the court and uses fate to control all the people in the world. How could it possibly become what you say?"

Hong Lingyi remained silent.

In fact, everyone knows what the future holds, and Blackhorn Mang is just complaining a bit.

Bai Lingling said, "Anyway, everyone has become a true immortal, living forever, and even the cultivation is no longer necessary. Isn't it good to cling to the coattails of the Heavenly Dao?"

He said that, but his tone was dejected, and he didn't even have the energy to argue with Blackhorn.

Even though everything is fine now, he still feels a sense of depression.

It's as if the way of Heaven shouldn't be like this.

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What should the Heavenly Dao be like?

In the old world, the Heavenly Guardian Sect held sway over the Heavenly Dao.

They joined forces with the female villain to destroy the Heavenly Guardian Sect and support Ye Buxin to become the new Heavenly Dao.

But the world doesn't seem to have gotten any better as a result.

So, what should the Way of Heaven be like?

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"I will die to remonstrate!"

"The nation's most precious treasures cannot be given to others. Heaven's way should be impartial and selfless; how can its messengers easily interfere in the affairs of the court?"

"His Majesty!!"

Boom!

A sudden clap of thunder shook the sky.

The kneeling old minister's eyes widened, his head slipped slightly, and his head slammed to the ground, killing him.

The rain poured down, washing away the blood. Soon, people appeared and carried away his body.

The three immortals watched from afar, their faces grim.

Blackhorn asked, "How many is this this month?"

Hong Lingyi said, "The third one, not as many as before, but there are still some."

The laws of Heaven are intertwined with destiny; anyone who questions the laws of Heaven will meet a violent end.

Choking to death, falling to death, drowning... there are all sorts of ways to die, but without a doubt they are all accidental deaths.

Fate controls everything about people; as long as someone tries to resist, fate will automatically lead them to their death.

In the past, many people died before they even reached the palace gates. Those who shouted, "Are kings and nobles born with special privileges?" might have suffered a heart attack as soon as they uttered those words.

Not many people think about rebelling anymore, but there are still some. These people have become shrewd; fate can control actions, but it cannot control thoughts.

They often do something unintentionally, and then suddenly do it. For example, the old minister who died now was an official in charge of etiquette. He often discussed matters with the palace maid, but unexpectedly he suddenly did this.

It's a pity that he reached such a high position at such an advanced age and then died.

Bai Lingling's expression was very unpleasant: "This is really uncomfortable."

Hong Lingyi glanced at him: "Be careful what you say."

Of course they felt uncomfortable. They had cultivated immortality for many years, originally aiming for a carefree life, but unexpectedly, after becoming true immortals, they were still suppressed.

The three immortals remained silent and entered the palace to see Xu Baxian.

"Oh, my subjects have arrived."

Xu Baxian beckoned them to sit down and began to discuss with them the secret treasures needed for the sacrificial ceremony.

The three immortals were only responsible for collecting the secret treasures, but they didn't know what Xu Baxian was going to sacrifice.

Seeing Xu Baxian keep talking about the secret treasure, Hei Jiao Mang couldn't help but speak up: "Your Majesty, the Master of Ceremonies, Old Master Gu, is dead."

Hong Lingyi and Bai Lingling both looked at him at the same time.

Xu Baxian paused, then calmly looked at Hei Jiaomang.

"is it?"

His voice was as calm as his eyes, as if he didn't care at all.

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Fate is the best tool for control.

As long as fate exists, no one will resist it, no one can resist it.

Not only the common people, but also the princes and princesses.

Xu Nianren spent his days eating vegetarian food and reading books, ignoring worldly affairs.

Xu Anyin throws lavish banquets every day, and his favorite thing to do is bully his older sister.

Life was peaceful and uneventful, with each day passing uneventfully.

For an emperor, such peaceful days are the best.

The treasures have all been collected; all that remains is the day of the sacrificial ceremony.

Xu Baxian had already asked the palace maid, and she said it was alright.

No matter how many people die, as long as Heaven prevails, the number of people in the Qian Kingdom will not decrease.

The greatest virtue of Heaven and Earth is life.

As the embodiment of Heaven, she naturally wouldn't allow the population of the Qian Kingdom to decline.

Xu Baxian nodded.

At the moment he nodded, he felt that his cold heart was indeed somewhat like that of an emperor.

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It rained the day before the sacrificial ceremony.

Dark clouds obscured the sky, which was covered with golden threads. As usual, Xu Baxian came to the palace to dine with his parents.

"Mother, I have already made all the preparations. You will be able to recover by tomorrow." After finishing his meal, Xu Baxian, as usual, held Zhou Zhiruo's hand and said.

"My son, you've lost weight. Have you not been eating properly lately?"

Xu Baxian lowered his head.

His mother's voice was as pleasant as ever, but this appearance was not what he wanted to see.

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She had no idea how cold Xu Weibang's heart was.

She simply didn't understand how fake Xu Weibang's love was.

She simply didn't understand what the man she loved was really like.

He could have stopped it.

He could have stopped them from taking that bowl of poison.

But he didn't.

If Fang Wu hadn't harbored a sliver of kindness, if he hadn't turned to the Empress and become her mother...

Then he'll die too.

His father, sitting on the throne with a heart full of coldness, would watch him die.

Not moving at all.

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So how could he not hate?

I hate that compromising father, and I hate that arrogant and domineering Guardian Sect.

Perhaps it is because I admire that person that I hate them even more.

I hate his indifference, I hate that his revenge came too late, I hate his hypocrisy, I hate him...

So what if the Guardian Sect is destroyed? So what if the eyes in the royal family are removed?

My mother is dead.

Once a person dies, they can never be brought back to life.

There was no power, no revenge, no throne, no country.

The one who survived was merely a puppet.

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Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind me.

The emperor, who had always been reluctant to speak, was now standing behind him.

"what are you up to?"

The calm voice was the same as I remembered, unchanged.

Xu Baxian stood up, turned his head, and looked at Xu Weibang.

He was no longer the frail fourth prince; now he was tall and strong, and under the dual tutelage of Ye Buxin and Song Panning, he knew more than Xu Weibang.