My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Chen Mo smiled mysteriously and said no more.

As he finished speaking, the entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone is thinking.

Chen Mo didn't disturb them, and quietly sat aside watching the night sky.

"Brother Chen...do you know how to break this historical cycle?"

After a long while, Zhu Biao couldn't come up with any clues, so he simply asked.

"Breaking... the historical cycle?"

Chen Mo repeated Zhu Biao's words, a smile slowly appearing on his face.

There was no ease or hope in that smile, only an intense, unyielding bitterness, and a complex emotion that had lingered for so long.

"Yes... a challenge. Once upon a time... there was a great man who, standing at an unprecedented height, clearly saw this cyclical law and launched what was perhaps the most decisive and grandest direct challenge to it in history."

He paused for a long time, so long that even the night breeze seemed to freeze.

"He could have become a perfect symbol in history books. He ended the chaos, laid the foundation for a great dynasty, and his achievements were unprecedented and unparalleled. He could be called the greatest person in all time."

"His posthumous honors were flawless."

Chen Mo's smile grew increasingly bitter and complex.

"He could have stayed there; that would have been a perfect and successful ending."

Fusu and the others held their breath.

They had never seen Chen Mo with such an expression before.

I have never heard him give such high praise to anyone.

Even when dealing with their father, the Emperor, Chen Mo always maintained a relaxed and carefree demeanor.

but now……

Chen Mo was silent for a moment, then his voice suddenly became excited.

"He could have been perfect! But he wasn't! He was never satisfied! He saw the colossal wall that still stood after perfection, a wall called the historical cycle!"

"He is not content with everything he has created, and one day he may follow the same old path."

"He's going to try, with all his prestige, his wisdom, even... risking his perfect posthumous reputation, to ram his head against that wall!"

Chen Mo's fingers clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.

After the outpouring of passion, his emotions suddenly plummeted, turning into a deep sigh.

"And then... he lost."

"Or rather, the challenge itself cannot be defined by a simple win or loss."

"The price was heavy; his almost perfect life was thus stained with heavy, controversial, and even criticized ink by many in later generations."

"That became an indelible and profound mark on his legendary life."

The courtyard was deathly silent; Zhu Biao and the others were utterly shocked.

They could not imagine what kind of courage and concern would drive a great man who had already reached perfection to take such a risk.

Fusu felt a suffocating sense of tragic grandeur.

Liu Ju was horrified by the resolute decision to "risk his posthumous reputation".

Li Chengqian felt a sense of admiration that was difficult to put into words.

It turns out that in the world after the emperor's death, the struggle and sacrifice were just as fierce.

Chen Mo raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the roof, looking out into endless space and time.

"He left behind questions, attempts, lessons, and indelible marks."

"That mark tells us that challenging the historical cycle may be the most tragic fate of heroes and sages."

"It requires more than just the insight to see the problems clearly, more than just the power to create a prosperous era, and perhaps even..."

"We need to be willing to put ourselves under the rolling wheels of history, to become a cornerstone for future generations to tread on, comment on, and perhaps even elevate our perspective."

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze, looked at the group of young people in front of him, and his tone returned to calm.

He looked at Zhu Biao, his face full of bitterness.

"So, you asked me if there's a way to break it..."

"I cannot give you the answer, but I can tell you which points to follow when you go back. Then the Ming, Qin, Han, and Tang dynasties will prosper for ten thousand generations."

"That is a disregard for history and an insult to the endless complexity you are about to face."

"All I can tell you is that someone sacrificed their life as a torch, trying to light the way out."

"The fire burned, flickered, and eventually went out, but it did illuminate something and left behind long, scorching ashes and shadows."

"That torch, that trace, may themselves be part of the answer—an answer filled with courage, cost, and unfulfilled ambition."

"Perhaps in the future, someone will inherit all the knowledge left by their predecessor and allow it to shine with new brilliance, and then..."

Chen Mo paused, and did not continue speaking.

He raised his head and faced the crowd.

"Of course, I don't have a way to completely break the historical cycle, but I do have a method that can make a dynasty last a long time."

"that is……"

Chen Mo's gaze shifted to Zhu Biao and the others.

"I just don't know if you're willing, or rather... if you dare to listen!"

"Why do you say that?"

Zhu Biao and the others were somewhat puzzled.

Chen Mo smiled.

"Because what I'm about to say has another name here..."

His gaze swept over the crowd, and he slowly uttered three words.

"We usually call it... the art of dragon slaying!"