The entire underground palace mausoleum suddenly became quiet.
The sword in mid-air trembled slightly, and the golden light it emitted gradually became soft and restrained.
"You and Beigong Mu are really similar..."
He sighed unexpectedly.
"Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" spoke calmly and said leisurely: "Back then, when he broke into the imperial mausoleum alone, what he said to me was almost exactly the same as what you just said. 』
I was a little distracted for a while.
Xue Yun felt like there was something stuck in his throat, he looked up and sat paralyzed in the coffin and couldn't help laughing.
"Everyone is equal and there is no distinction between superior and inferior. This is a false proposition. 』
The brilliance flashes and the sword intent rises.
The Zhenguo Freak's voice was extremely calm, gentle but with an unmistakable meaning.
"Everyone has his or her own value, so there are distinctions between high and low, as well as high and low..."
"Similarly, a society also has unquestionable laws. 』
There was a pause.
"Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" continued: "You may not agree with the value of being born as a human being, but you must respect the established laws." 』
Hit the nail on the head.
The words of the Zhenguo freak were like a hard steel nail, piercing Xue Yun's chest and heart.
Just as it says.
Innate identity, status and wealth directly determine acquired insight and even wisdom.
From the moment they are born, most people's fate and value are determined.
It cannot be changed or avoided.
A loud sound~~~~
The sharp sword light suddenly passed through the void, leaving a dreamlike golden mark in mid-air.
He was suddenly startled.
Xue Yun's eyes widened and he realized that it was actually a huge golden triangle.
"The world is stupid, and the majority of people obey the arrangements of the minority, so that society can continue to develop for a long time." 』
The Zhenguo freak said bluntly: "It is like the most stable triangle. Only by sacrificing the interests of most people can the entire structure not collapse and a unified organization prosper." 』
The powerful are responsible for allocating and utilizing resources, while the middle-level are responsible for managing and harvesting everything for them.
As for those at the bottom, they are part of the social resources themselves, for those at the top and above of the pyramid to waste and squander.
"So, is this the reason why the Xuanyuan royal family of the Great Xia Empire must enslave the people?"
A cold smile.
Xue Yun's expression was slightly disgusted, and he shook his head silently: "Haha, only by clearly distinguishing classes can we ensure eternal peace..."
He pondered for a moment.
Xue Yun rebuked angrily in a low voice: "What's the point of such peace? The so-called prosperous age is just a prosperous age for those in power. As everyone knows, outside the prosperous imperial city and Hudu, the outside world is still a land of starvation and death... ..."
"This statement is simply deceiving oneself and others."
All said and done.
"Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" couldn't help but be stunned, and finally understood Beigong Mu's true thoughts back then.
Overthrow the old system.
Then change the unreasonable rules in the apocalyptic era of the wasteland so that everyone can be treated equally.
On the surface, it seems like an ideal like a daydream, but it is to fight for a pure land for the freedom of all people in the world.
"What is freedom?"
Take a deep breath.
Xue Yun's eyes were blazing and he vowed: "It's not that I can do whatever I want to do, but I can choose not to do what I don't want to do!"
True.
Whether it was Bei Gong Mu back then or Xue Yun now, they completely believed that any life that came into this world was an individual with special meaning.
Life is naturally correct, and Taoism is also natural——
Staring directly at the golden sword not far away, Xue Yun said word by word: "True freedom is the right to choose!"
A buzzing sound...
The aura of the monster "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" in front of him was suddenly disordered. For the first time, it was no longer so overbearing. Instead, it involuntarily restrained its own brilliance.
next moment--
In the open space far away from the underground palace, a burst of noisy dust suddenly rose.
As the roar suddenly spread, an almost brand-new coffin suddenly popped out of the ground. After a while, it was displayed at the end of the Daxia Imperial Tomb.
He raised his eyebrows.
Xue Yun was extremely surprised and asked, "What does this mean?"
"The late emperor abdicated and the imperial power changed. 』
The Zhenguo Freak's tone remained extremely calm as he explained: "Every time the throne of the Great Xia Empire changes, a brand new coffin will appear in this imperial mausoleum." 』
There was a pause.
"Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" sighed and said helplessly: "It seems that the wishes of the princes and city lords have finally been achieved. The previous Emperor of Great Xia has abdicated, and another descendant of the royal family has taken over the throne and successfully became the new one." Emperor of Daxia. 』
The sword hangs in the air, splitting light and turning into shadow.
Before Xue Yun could react, a ray of light peeled off from the "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" and flew towards the coffin that had just appeared, gradually integrating with it.
Narrow your eyes.
Mottled beads of sweat broke out on Xue Yun's forehead.
It can be seen almost at a glance that this is some kind of opportunity reached between the consciousness of the Zhenguo freak and the new emperor. Not only will he protect him in the future, but also form a passive defense mechanism.
Just like what "Xuanyuan Sword Spirit" said.
Judging from various signs, the civil war outside the imperial mausoleum seems to have reached its final outcome.
At the very least, Xuanyuan Hong must have been forced to abdicate. As for who the new emperor will be, it is not clear yet.
But Xue Yun knew very well that this person must be a descendant of the Xuanyuan family, otherwise, the Zhenguo freak would not have behaved so calmly.
"You see, this is reality. 』
The brilliance remains.
A trace of consciousness projection was separated and attached to the new emperor who had just taken over.
The town freak spoke calmly and sighed: "So much manpower and material resources have been spent, so many night watchmen have died, but the final result is that the imperial power is still permanent." 』
in silence.
Xue Yun closed his eyes, having actually expected such a result.
Although the various princes and city lords have ambitions, how many of them really dare to attempt to overthrow the imperial power of Great Xia? !
The ultimate goal of this group of people is to force Xuanyuan Hong to abdicate, and then support a more obedient royal family to ascend the throne and become emperor, so as to consolidate the power and interests in their hands.
After all.
This civil strife that lasted for more than ten years was nothing more than an underhanded struggle for power and profit between the imperial power and local princes.
As for the ordinary people who died tragically in the civil strife, I'm afraid they can't even be called cannon fodder.
"I have already answered your question."
Suddenly I felt uninterested.
Xue Yun lowered his head and smiled bitterly. After changing the subject, he said, "It's time for me to see the truth about this world with my own eyes!"
