In the imperial palace, inside the Changhua Hall.
Seeing Eunuch Chu transformed into Lian Fang and having his life cut off by Lin Ji's sword, Emperor Pei showed a little bitterness on his face.
"Eunuch Chu...is dead."
"No, he's long dead."
"I...I...is there really no one who is trustworthy around me? I am known as the current Holy Emperor of Great Qin, but in the eyes of those high-ranking monks, I am nothing more than a ridiculous chess piece."
"The imperial court is not allowed to interfere in the affairs of Jian Tiansi? No wonder Eunuch Chu said that I had committed a taboo."
"So when did he die? Maybe it was after he said something he shouldn't have said. He thought he was safeguarding the rule of Qin, but he didn't want to plot Supervisor Tiansi. It was his loyal Qin family that shook the foundation of Qin. "
The expression on Qin Pei's face gradually dissipated.
"So to the Qin family, what does my emperor mean to me? How majestic my ancestor is, even in the Daocheng realm, he can have the upper hand against two enemies. He is the founding emperor of the Qin Dynasty, the unprecedented Qin Emperor, and I am just Emperor Pei. , is not worthy of being called Qin, it is clear that my surname is also Qin."
"No, Emperor Pei is just shouting. I am Qin Pei. I am a pathetic child of the Qin family who is not very talented and has no power, but also comes from a direct lineage."
Veins gradually popped up on the back of Qin Pei's hand holding the handle of the chair.
"So I was chosen to become the emperor of Great Qin. If anything happens to Great Qin, I will have to go to Panlong Mountain."
Thinking of this, Emperor Pei suddenly heard a voice in his ear.
"Pei'er, are you ready?"
Emperor Pei suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Qin Yuan, the head of the Qin family who had already walked beside him.
"My grandson...has been waiting for this day for a long time."
"Okay, wait a little longer. If nothing can be done, you and I can go up the mountain."
"Panlong Mountain?"
"Panlong Mountain."
Emperor Pei's eyes fell on the towering mountain outside Changhua Palace, outside the capital city.
"Grandson...understand."
...
On Panlong Mountain, deep inside the Great Qin Ancestral Tomb.
In front of Kowloon Terrace.
The Kowloon Terrace, which used to be surrounded by dragon energy, is now showing a bit of decay.
Of the nine stone dragons with different expressions entrenched on the stone platform, five have turned into powder and scattered around, and the remaining four have lost their life and turned into dead objects.
Among them, the stone dragon directly to the north, which represents Jingzhou's luck, has cracks on it at this moment.
When Song Cang and Li Jian came here, they saw such a scene.
The two stood at the door of the stone chamber, quietly looking at the stone platform that represented the foundation of Qin's rule and symbolized the fate of Kyushu.
"Even just standing here, I feel endless pressure, it seems to be the gaze of heaven, and it seems to be the hostility of the Nine Provinces Dragon Veins." Song Cang said, helplessness revealed in his tone.
"Everything in the Qin Dynasty for thousands of years is on this small stone platform? As long as you and I work together to destroy it, can we cause the Dragon Qi of the Nine Provinces to return to the world and let the Qin Qi dissipate?"
"That's what Si Wuming said." Li Jian remained expressionless.
Even at this moment, the fate of Kyushu was in the hands of the two of them, and he still looked calm.
Song Cang had long been accustomed to his old friend's attitude.
"What happens after that? What happens after this stone platform is destroyed?"
"Si Wuming will take action and replace Da Qin with the Palace of Eternal Life." Li Jian responded.
Song Cang raised his eyebrows slightly. He actually had an answer in his heart, but when the matter came to a close, he couldn't help but hesitate.
"Then the monks like us are still being pressed down on our heads?" he continued to ask.
"In the past, others oppressed us. In the future, we will oppress others." Li Jian replied again.
"The Qin family has been suppressing it for thousands of years. How can we, the people in the Eternal Life Palace, do it?"
Li Jian turned his head and looked at his old friend.
After a few breaths, a long-lost smile appeared on his face.
"You are not such a nagging person."
"When dealing with such a big event, it's hard to avoid thinking about it."
"Are you scared?"
"yes."
"Afraid that the situation in Kyushu will be out of control in the future?"
"I'm afraid that if this Nine Dragons Platform is broken, you and I will not be able to withstand the backlash of the Nine Provinces Dragon Veins! Great Qin's entry into Kyushu was recognized by the Nine Provinces Dragon Veins thousands of years ago. It is a true destiny."
"Not even half of the stone dragons on the Kowloon Platform are left."
"That is also the gathering of luck in several states. The dignified leader of Taiyi Sect can only divide Xiangzhou's luck with Sansheng Cave, but there is also a spiritual master in the middle! Look at them, they are not living a happy life. Tasty! Which of them has not achieved enlightenment?"
Song Cang sighed: "But you and I are only at the peak of the Dao realm, and everything we do is just to find a way forward. But now we can't see the way forward, but we have to put our lives and fortunes on it."
"You and I have already seen the future, and we have no way forward." Li Jian's tone suddenly became lonely, "Si Wuming's way of time is really ruthless. When people see themselves in the future, they will be infinitely disappointed, and even... Even my anger is gone."
"We can't even deny that what we know and see is false, because we all know in our hearts that it is true. There is really no way forward for you and me... Perhaps as early as when we succumb to others, our future will be It’s already decided.”
After the words fell, Li Jian had already drawn his sword.
Song Cang couldn't help but said, "Why don't you wait any longer?"
Li Jian turned his head.
"I understand, you are not afraid of death, you are afraid that after death, no one will accompany that Hu Meizi anymore... The Tomb of Heroes of Wenwen Township, the inheritance of Mengxian Sect fell on you, it is really a waste of nature."
When Song Cang heard this, he responded coldly: "This time you die, the sword in your hand doesn't know where it is going. It was picked up by someone who doesn't know what it is, like Lin Ji!"
"Huh?!" Li Jian's expression suddenly changed.
Song Cang continued: "That boy seems to be using a sword, but in fact all his abilities are just his weird path of cause and effect. The sword is just a foreign object, it can also be...for example, a knife?"
"How dare you compete with my sword?!"
"I mean Lin Jigan, that kid still loves game. If your sword falls into his hands, he will probably use it as a kitchen knife. With the sharpness of your long sword, you can skin and remove the bones... You are not afraid?"
"It's nonsense that messes up my mind!"
The next moment, a huge phantom appeared behind Li Jian. The phantom instantly pierced the top of the stone chamber, and the sun shone, completely exposing the Jiulong Terrace.
It was a giant sword that seemed to be able to cut off everything in the world.
"I, Li Jian, have been practicing swordplay since I was nine years old. I have never slacked off for a day until now. After entering the Three Saints Cave and receiving the inheritance from the saints of the previous generation, I realized that giving up the Divine Sword is my lifelong pursuit."
"Sacrificing God is also sacrificing one's body."
"I can even abandon my physical body, and I can even ignore my soul... Since the future is slim, it is better to leave a sword behind and remember it for Kyushu."
As the words fell, the phantom of the giant sword had already fallen.
Beside Song Cang, Li Jian's body gradually began to turn into powder and slowly dissipated.
Vaguely, Song Cang heard his old friend whispering softly in his ear.
"You still have worries in Kyushu, but I...have long since stopped worrying about you."
