People are in reality, transcending the other side

Chapter 602 The Legend of the Golden City
There were very few people in the museum because it was a private museum of the royal family of the Kingdom of Erisk. Except for a few very special days each year when a limited number of people were allowed to visit, it was not open to the public at other times. Only members of the royal family and nobles were qualified to come here.

But for Li Qi, his rules are the only rules. Apart from the place where the sage is, he will not go near it. Other places are public open areas.

Just like the protagonist in a game rummaging through villagers' houses, in a sense, this is what is called freedom.

The more powerful a entity is, the greater its degree of freedom.

The museum has many exhibits, not only antiques from the Kingdom of Eris, but also many from other countries. In this era, as long as you have money, you can buy many things.

And the Kingdom of Erist happens to be quite powerful.

As for the reason, fifty years ago, a saint emerged from the royal family of this small country.

The birth of a sage is completely unpredictable. Just like Wang, who was nothing more than a child playing in the mud in a mountain village.

Thus, the branch of the sage, which was originally just a branch of the royal family, directly became the main branch of the royal family, and the sage's younger brother inherited the throne.

With a sage in charge, even if the sage himself has no intention of building up his own power and is just doing his own thing, countless people and forces will naturally flock to him seeking protection.

Now, dozens of large and small countries surrounding the Kingdom of Erist have voluntarily formed an alliance with the Kingdom of Erist and have recognized the Emperor of the Kingdom of Erist as the Holy Emperor, paying tribute to them every year.

A large portion of the items in this museum are state gifts sent by neighboring countries.

This is what a sage is; when one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

Relying on the sage's power, the small country directly transformed into a hegemon.

At this moment, Li Qi's mind reflected on each object, and naturally, bits and pieces of spiritual information were absorbed and settled in his spiritual world.

Being collected by the royal family, there are naturally no fakes among them. Many of the items were created by skilled craftsmen with painstaking effort. In fact, "painstaking effort" is not just an adjective, but a statement of fact. After walking only a tenth of the museum, Li Qi learned that there were three works of art for which the craftsmen vomited blood due to exhaustion after completion.

If we were to apply this concept to a nation, then it would be so precious, showcasing the cultural heritage and national strength of our country. But if we were to apply it to a craftsman, then all the hard work would be on my shoulders, while the glory would be irrelevant to me.

When people look at these things, they only know the country, not the people.

They might know the emperor's name, but they would never remember which craftsman it was.

Just as people marvel at the grandeur of the Great Wall, few consider the bones of the laborers buried beneath it...

However, at this moment, Li Qi did not involve anyone else; he simply observed everything from his own perspective.

The grandeur and subtlety of history, from the nation to the individual, the glory scattered by the winds of time, and the bits and pieces buried in the years, are all interwoven in his spiritual world.

The more Li Qi saw the world, the mortal realm, all living beings, the passage of time, and history, the more resolute his pursuit of the eternal and indestructible Dao became.

In the hustle and bustle of life, amidst the vicissitudes of human existence, fame and fortune are but dust. The illustriousness of five thousand years ago, or even the stories of fifty years ago, have long been forgotten. Yet, the heavens and earth remain, and the sun, moon, and stars still shine brightly.

"In this finite life, can I become eternal?!"

Li Qi looked at the decreasing number that naturally appeared in his mind and asked himself this question. His life countdown was far greater than that of others, even compared to saints.

The origin of the demon god, along with the indestructible Dao, greatly delayed his demise. In addition, his repeated life transformations, especially breaking through the sixth major limit and completing the life completion, further increased the countdown, making him a typical example of a meter reversing.

Even now, because he is getting stronger every moment, the numbers in his mind are constantly fluctuating. Sometimes they decrease, sometimes they reverse, and they increase as time goes by.

Even so, it is still ultimately limited.

In this situation, although Li Qi certainly had absolute confidence in his ability to become a demon god, before he had achieved that, confidence was still just confidence, not reality, and could not be taken as absolute.

Time passed quickly, and more than ten minutes later, the number of people in the museum suddenly decreased, even turning it into an empty space. Clearly, the owner of the place had learned about Li Qi, this uninvited guest.

However, when faced with the overwhelming power Li Qi displayed, even the emperor here, who had the backing of a sage, felt not anger at the invasion of his private territory, but fear.

A saint is a saint, and he is himself.

Dao Zun could kill even the saint's own daughter without hesitation, and annihilating the royal family of the saint's brother's lineage was just a casual matter for him.

A knife can cut through a nuclear bomb!

While many people know that Dao Zun could do it, and that the sages could absolutely do it too, the spiritual impact of Dao Zun, as the first person to destroy a nuclear bomb, is completely different.

We dare not stop them; the only thing we can do is transfer everyone here to avoid anyone accidentally offending the Daoist Master.

Such a powerful person is capricious and might not hesitate to kill someone simply because they dislike them.

However, Li Qi knew that not all the people in the museum had left. There was still one person left, calm and fearless, filled only with courage and curiosity.

A few minutes later, Li Qi saw the person.

She was an extremely exquisite and beautiful girl, with blue eyes like jewels, golden hair flowing with brilliance, fair and delicate skin, wearing a white long dress, and a generous, cheerful and bright temperament, with a resolute look in her brows.

The girl was standing under a huge oil painting, looking at it, and the person in the painting looked nine-tenths like her.

The person in this oil painting is the saint of the Kingdom of Elisk.

"Did the Daoist Master also come for the legend of the Golden City?!"

At this moment, Cynthia turned to look at Li Qi. In that instant, her spirit and aura seemed to have formed a bond with the saint in the oil painting, adding a touch of sacred transcendence.

However, Cynthia's martial arts skills were only at the second level of breaking through limits. At nineteen years old, her martial arts skills were not bad, but in front of Li Qi, she was no different from dust. He could kill a large number of people with a single breath.

The so-called sacred and transcendent are useless; compared to that, the girl's courage is more admirable.

After all, despite his countless fans, Dao Zun is infamous to most people. He's a hypocrite, someone who only pays lip service to something. While many online claim they want to be his dogs, if he were to actually appear in front of them, they would be terrified.

(End of this chapter)