His eyes opened slightly, and he felt that something was very wrong, and his muscles tightened instantly.
It was like a newly born baby that still couldn't fully control every part of its body. He felt incredible, even if it was old and exhausted, it would not be like this.
His tense body felt something unusual and vaguely spying on him. The surrounding environment seemed to be revolving around him, with a somewhat chilling tone.
what happened?
As he continued to maintain this tense posture, his heart began to tremble slightly, and his originally hazy mind began to spin like a blender, and his thoughts began to gradually return to his body.
He began to think about what he had experienced before?
Before……
The dust-laden memories in my mind were like a flood, finding the hole where the embankment had burst, and rushing over.
Yes, before, he was dancing towards the moon under the starry sky, undertaking an exciting and thrilling challenge.
Overcoming the tribulation!
Practitioners, after experiencing many difficulties and obstacles and constantly making brave efforts, will choose to embark on an extremely dangerous path as long as they have a heart of enlightenment.
With abundant blood and profound Taoism, he chooses a good time and auspicious day. After he is absolutely sure, he triggers the heavenly calamity on the moon, trying to pry open a crack in the way of heaven so as to advance to a new realm.
Once you successfully overcome the tribulation, you will live for thousands of years. You can truly sit back and watch the rise and fall of civilizations, the rise and fall of divine dynasties, and you can determine the general trend of the world and the world in a few words.
What a carefree and magnificent state this is, like a fairy.
But overcoming the tribulation is an extremely dangerous thing. Fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, if you are not careful, you will lose everything.
There is no turning back once the bow is fired. People who have overcome calamities all the time can only succeed or fail. The winners will be remembered throughout the ages, and the losers will disappear into thin air.
Disappeared...
I am dead? !
At this moment, he finally realized this, and his tense body gradually relaxed. His old and weak body made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Too weak, really too weak.
He is worse than the weakest mortal in his memory. Even an old man in his twilight years will not be so decayed.
Moreover, this body is lacking in origin. It seems that it experienced an extremely tragic experience when it was young. There are scars all over the body, which are caused by inferior swords and weapons.
Such a body can actually support it until now. What keeps it going?
Slowly, he opened his slightly cloudy eyes, scanning from near to far, scanning the memorial on the table, then scanning the trembling ministers kneeling on the ground, and then continued to the dark and oppressive sky outside.
I am now...
Zhu Yuanzhang!
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"His Majesty……"
A cry of sorrow brought back Zhu Yuanzhang's mind as he was gradually walking away.
The decades of experience of this body were diluted by the memory of 3,500 years of life, making it a little confusing.
Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyes and glanced downward.
The courtier curled up on the ground like an old dog, full of fear.
Who is he?
Mortal brains are fragile and aging, unable to withstand the huge memory of more than three thousand years. A lot of less important information has been swept into the trash, making it difficult to recall.
Other than a name, there doesn't seem to be much information.
After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed with unknown meaning.
Mao Xiang, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling with fear, his body trembled violently, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his head fell even lower.
The prince died of illness. No wonder His Majesty found it difficult to accept such devastating news.
At this moment, feeling His Majesty's calm posture, Mao Xiang felt increasingly uncertain. Countless thoughts were spinning in his mind, and he had even written a will subconsciously.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting on the dragon chair, was cleaning up the remaining memories in his mind, and finally found an immediate message from the courtiers who were kneeling on the ground.
The prince passed away this morning.
For some reason, Zhu Yuanzhang's old heart suddenly twitched when he saw this message, and grief suddenly surged into his heart.
"The death of an heir is indeed difficult for mortals who live less than a hundred years to accept."
Zhu Yuanzhang murmured in his heart, watching Mao Xiang's demeanor and behavior, he gradually realized that this incident not only destroyed the body, but also was a terrible trauma that the empire could not accept.
He clearly felt the fear of the people around him, and used the most humble gesture to try to reduce his own sense of existence.
Zhu Yuanzhang stood up slowly. His old body made him feel particularly uncomfortable, and his movements were somewhat uncoordinated.
One step, two steps... Soon, Zhu Yuanzhang adjusted his pace, took the old body under his control, and came to Mao Xiang.
The commander of the Jin Yiwei made Mao Xiang aware that someone was approaching. The slight shadow on the ground made him even more panicked. He subconsciously buried his head lower, as if he was going to bury it in the floor tiles.
"Walk."
The simple command was like the sound of nature in Mao Xiang's ears. He breathed a sigh of relief. His Majesty was not carried away, and his life was temporarily saved.
"According to the order."
Mao Xiang knelt on the ground and crawled back a few steps before he dared to stand up slowly. However, his head was still lowered and he was looking at the ground, not daring to observe Zhu Yuanzhang's expression.
It wasn't until he exited the hall that Mao Xiang felt the taste of life again. Even though he had experienced strong winds and waves, his back was soaked and his whole body was shivering.
The steps of the palace people were steady and vigorous, and the luxurious dragon chariot passed by quickly without too much vibration, as if it was wind.
Zhu Yuanzhang leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, feeling the weakness and decay of his body, and tried to communicate with the world.
After a moment, he opened his eyes faintly.
The world is obscure and unreasonable, as if it is suppressed by something. The movement of spiritual energy is extremely difficult, almost like a pool of stagnant water.
What was even more frightening was that he felt a very overbearing and arrogant force in his body, hindering the entry of spiritual energy, from which he felt the foundation of the world's operation.
National destiny!
Most of the fate of a country rests on his shoulders, so much so that the opportunity to eat souls and replenish energy is completely lost.
If you want to embark on the path of spiritual practice again, you must completely eliminate the influence of national destiny. Now that you can't eat your soul and replenish your energy, you can only rely on your old body to resist the erosion of time.
Zhu Yuanzhang knew in his heart that there was not much time left for him. This body was already on the verge of collapse.
Only by handing over the running of the country to another person as soon as possible can he be completely relieved of his burden and have a chance to glimpse the avenue.
But now, the person who was once prepared to carry the national destiny has died of illness, and the national destiny that was originally transferred gradually has returned to him. It will take more time and be more difficult to drive away.
"We need to find a new bearer."
This thought flashed through Zhu Yuanzhang's mind, and his old face suddenly felt a hint of coolness. When he looked up, the pattering raindrops were falling one after another.
It's raining……
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