After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

"Who gave you that authority?!"

The young man's phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was from several close classmates from school saying that the army had come to his house and no one was allowed to wander around, so they couldn't come to his house for a party.

"Holy crap! @￥￥!%..."

The young man stood up excitedly. He had invited several beautiful girls from the school and a local female anchor to the party. His refrigerator was full of all kinds of high-end wines and some white pills that could get people high, all for the purpose of having a party where everyone would indulge themselves.

As a result of a mysterious flu, military control was implemented to block major transportation routes.

Why?

My freedom has been violated; this is unacceptable!

Everyone's freedom is sacred, and even the Jade Emperor cannot take it away!

The young man immediately joined his family's residents' group chat, and sure enough, the topic of the citywide lockdown had already caused a huge uproar, with several wealthy individuals expressing their incomprehension.

The young people gathered a few hot-tempered individuals, and dozens of peers met at the entrance of the community. Without much conversation, the group rushed to the gate.

At this moment, a group of soldiers had already begun to block off every major traffic route outside the gate.

Dozens of young men, all from wealthy families, rushed forward and immediately began cursing at the soldiers.

"You are... violating... your mother..."

Without a word, the soldier turned around and smashed a rifle butt into the head of the young man who had come up to him. The young man fell to the ground, bleeding from his head.

The other soldiers maintaining order outside picked up their guns and aimed them at the second-generation rich kids who had come out to defend their freedom.

The rich kids were initially furious, but when they saw the soldiers' rows of dark gun barrels, they felt as if they had been doused with ice water, and their emotions turned cold from head to toe. They swallowed hard and took the bloodied rich kid back with them.

This scene played out repeatedly in countless places across the Eastern Xia Federation.

……

The edge of Penglai Island.

The star of literature, Ye An, descended from the heavens, riding on the power of literature.

As soon as he landed, Ye An received a call from Little Yama.

"Is the situation getting worse? Are 20,000 people dying every day? And that doesn't even include the states outside of Zhongzhou?"

"There's nothing I can do, Penglai Island is too hard to find. It seems to have changed its location again. I've only just arrived..."

"I will find Zhou Yan as soon as possible and bring the child back as quickly as possible."

As he spoke, Wenquxing ran toward a crowd. He didn't know where Zhou Yan had gone, but he figured that if he asked more people, he could get news about Zhou Yan.

After all, there are quite a few people on Penglai Island, so the chances of Zhou Yan encountering an Awakened One are not low.

"I understand, I understand. I'll bring that...child back before the federal government collapses..."

The Wenquxing (a star associated with literature and scholarship) flew over a coconut grove, and as soon as it left, it stopped moving.

The old man stared blankly at Zhongdou Xingjun, who was sitting on a rock and dressed in a black robe.

Zhongdou Xingjun was still holding his little erhu, his bow in hand, singing as he played.

"Following the gentle curves of the undulating landscape,"

He loved the Central Plains, the North, and the South of the Yangtze River.

Facing the companionship of ice blades, snow swords, and the wind and rain,

Cherish the golden years that Heaven has bestowed upon me.

"Be a person of integrity and courage, and you will have no fear of hardship..."

Wenquxing hung up the phone and stared indifferently at Zhongdouxingjun, who was playing the erhu.

Zhongdou Xingjun seemed to have sung to his heart's content, his passionate words gushing out like a mudslide.

"My passion remains unchanged year after year."

Life is a mix of joy and sorrow, good and evil.

All for the tomorrow in our dreams

See how iron hooves thunder across the vast land.

I stand at the forefront of the storm, firmly grasping the rotation of the sun and moon.

May the world be peaceful and prosperous.

I really want to live another five hundred years…

After finishing the song, Zhongdou Xingjun put his erhu aside and turned his ethereal old face toward Wenquxing.

Wenquxing sighed.

"Did you do these things in this world?"

Wenquxing said casually.

“I was a driving force behind it.”

Wenquxing took a step closer to Zhongdouxingjun.

"The one who pushed you? You're not the mastermind?"

"The Wenquxing joked."

"What divine authority do I, a mere Zhongdou Star Lord, have to drag so many people into this environment and cause so many deaths?"

Wenquxing agrees with this statement.

Zhongdou Xingjun is not qualified to independently cause a major epidemic in the human world, which is why Xuanwu and others, as well as Dongdou Xingjun and others, did not bring up Zhongdou Xingjun as the culprit when discussing the epidemic.

Who did that?

Wenquxing took another step closer to Zhongdouxingjun, and its literary energy began to cover the surroundings.

Zhongdou Xingjun stroked the strings of the erhu with his fingers, and the strings produced a hoarse and mournful tune.

Zhongdou Xingjun sang.

"The east wind blew again last night in my small building; I cannot bear to look back at my homeland in the bright moonlight."

"That was the last emperor, Zhao Wenhe."

Wenquxing went through the text in his mind and asked in surprise.

"Zhao Wenhe? That guy's still alive?"

The dynasty preceding the Eastern Xia Federation was called Taisho, a monarchical state established by the Zhao family of the Song Dynasty after overthrowing the rule of a foreign ethnic group.

This country ruled the Han Chinese land for 276 years, and finally perished due to land annexation and years of disasters. The last monarch of the Taisho Dynasty was Zhao Wenhe, a very famous female emperor in history.

Zhongdou Xingjun smirked smugly.

"How did she die? The Great Zheng Dynasty was established in the most righteous way, and its reign lasted for 276 years. Zhao Wenhe was the last emperor. The entire dynasty's fortune was in a final burst of glory, and it was unprecedentedly concentrated in one place. When I first saw this Empress of a Thousand Autumns, I felt that her aura was like a dragon, and there were scales on her body that emanated from her body, almost like a real dragon in the world."

Wenquxing asked curiously.

"It's a pity I wasn't in that era, otherwise I would like to meet this empress who was experiencing a brief resurgence of her power."

Zhongdou Xingjun shook his head.

"It's a pity that this empress is said to possess the destiny and fortune of the nation, but her bloodline is not that of a true dragon, and she cannot sustain the dragon's aura during its final moments."

Zhongdou Xingjun laughed a few times, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

"That empress was actually a plague god."

Wenquxing understood.

"It is indeed the cycle of destiny. The last glimmer of the nation's destiny shone on a plague god, which was destined to bring about the downfall of the Taisho era."

The term "last gasp" sounds nice, but in reality, it just lets you catch your breath a few more times, say what you want to say, and then die suddenly. As for anyone in history who managed to prolong their life through this last gasp, only the incredibly lucky Meteor Grand Magus Liu Xiu ever did.

"so……"

Wenquxing asked in confusion.

"Was this great plague in the human world caused by this empress?"

Zhongdou Xingjun countered with a question.

"Young man of the Ye family, have you ever heard of 'The Peach Blossom Spring'?"

The Wenquxing (a legendary Chinese literary star) was delighted.

"There are probably very few people in the world who don't know this story."

The ancient Chinese text "The Peach Blossom Spring" is included in every version of the Chinese language textbook. Coupled with the promotion of numerous works of art, almost everyone in the Eastern Xia United Kingdom knows this story.

Zhongdou Xingjun asked again.

What was the final fate of the fisherman in "The Peach Blossom Spring"?

Wenquxing's expression changed.

Zhongdou Xingjun knew that Wenquxing understood.

"The fisherman went to Peach Blossom Spring. Before leaving, he was told not to spread the word about Peach Blossom Spring. The fisherman did not listen and spread the word. Then he died."

"This death is no coincidence. There is a divine curse left by a god in this Peach Blossom Spring. Ordinary people will be fine if they go to the Peach Blossom Spring, but if they break their promise and tell others about the Peach Blossom Spring, they will surely die."

“I killed all the people of Peach Blossom Spring, took the divine incantation from their chief priest, and sent it to Zhao Wenhe, who was imprisoned on Mount Dawu. Zhao Wenhe then merged the divine incantation with his own plague priesthood.”

The muscles on Zhongdou Xingjun's face began to twitch, as if he was suppressing something.

"Everyone who knows the Peach Blossom Spring will die, Ye family boy. This plague god plus the Peach Blossom God's curse has gone beyond the normal pathological range. It's more like a meme virus."

The pupil of the Wenquxing star experienced an earthquake.

Since the plague appeared among humans, the Minister of Health of the Eastern Xia Federation has joined forces with experts and professors from all departments to begin research, but they have not found anything. Xuanwu brought in an awakened person who was knowledgeable in witchcraft and sorcery to examine the dead.

In the end, nothing was found.

The mechanisms of cardiac arrest, its transmission, and its resolution are completely shrouded in mystery.

The current theory of Zhongdou Xingjun states that the mechanism of its spread is knowledge of "The Peach Blossom Spring," the mechanism of its onset is the divine authority of the Plague Department God, and the mechanism of its resolution...

Wenquxing guessed that he was probably going to kill Zhao Wenhe.

But that was a descendant of one of the Eight Righteous Gods who had survived from the previous dynasty two hundred years ago…

Heaven knows how troublesome it would be to kill any true god.

Wenquxing roared at Zhongdouxingjun.

"Why did you do this? Do you know how many people will die?"

Zhongdou Xingjun said nonchalantly.

"I know, that's why I do it."

"Don't you and Little Yama both want to save the world? Don't you both want to revitalize this filthy society?"

Zhongdou Xingjun's tone carried a hint of eagerness.

"Do you know what the best way to save this society is?"

"It's not about killing all the capitalists in society, those cancerous monopolies."

"It's not about violently purging the federal government."

"But people died, many people died..."

Despite the fact that Zhongdou Xingjun's words were clearly those of a villain, Wenquxing remained unusually silent.

Zhongdou Xingjun laughed heartily.

"You understand, right?"

"Young man of the Ye family, surely someone like you can understand what I'm saying?"

Three hundred years ago, a plague broke out in Europa, a state that was not yet part of the Eastern Xia Federation. During this time, a third of the state's population died, and despair and suffering filled the entire state.

However, after the plague, due to a severe shortage of manpower in the ruling class and a serious lack of people in various professions, the church began to spread knowledge to the lower classes and teach people to read and write, which was unusual for them. The kings of various countries had to break down the rigid class system again and attract various elites from the people to join the ruling class, otherwise they would have no one to use.

Too many noble Manchus perished in this plague.

An era that had become completely entrenched in class stratification and where the people had lost all hope was revitalized by a major epidemic.

Coincidentally, in ancient times, when nomadic peoples faced a situation where their population was large but resources were scarce enough to sustain them during the winter, they would choose to fight with other tribes or agricultural civilizations. If they won, they could obtain resources to survive the winter; if they lost, their population would decrease, but they could still make do with the winter.