The End of Dharma 40K: My Evil God Wife Feeds Me to Prove My Emperorship

In the Immortal Scripture Space, at the center of the high platform.

Wei Kun slowly woke up beside the altar and sat up.

He was dressed in modern casual clothes, his short hair was slightly messy, and he had stubble on his chin, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.

"I feel so awful... What's going on?"

He was stunned for a long time before he remembered how he had lost consciousness.

"That's right! It's 'bright eyes'."

"I wonder how Leonardo is doing. I really have to thank him for reminding me."

"But what exactly did I see through the [Bright Eyes] before?"

Wei Kun pondered deeply, but felt that his memory was somewhat fragmented.

Just thinking about it for a moment brings a huge sense of terror.

The "knowledge" I had sensed before was completely forgotten.

"Never mind, it's fine as it is."

"Huh? Where is Leonardo DiCaprio going?"

Wei Kun was seamlessly receiving what was happening in the outside world within the Immortal Scripture Space.

"Let's go take a look."

With a single thought, he left the Immortal Scripture Space, emerged from Li Mingyu's body, and arrived on the streets of Yin County.

Li Mingyu and Wang Chen were walking down the street when they saw Wei Kun come out. Li Mingyu greeted him, "Old Wei, you're awake! How are you feeling?"

Standing on the street, Wei Kun saw the night view of Yin County for the first time and was slightly stunned: "It's really nice."

In just a short while, Li Mingyu and Wang Chen had walked and talked for a long time and gone far away.

Wei Kun remained in the same spot, admiring the night view.

The street wasn't too dark, with streetlights dimly lit on both sides.

Even though the Immortal Dynasty has entered the industrial age, its architectural style is still somewhat different from that of modern Earth.

The most significant difference is that, over the millennia since its founding, the Celestial Empire has employed robust materials and advanced technology to elevate its architecture to new heights, and the internal structures of its buildings have gradually evolved to resemble those of modern Earth.

However, from the outside, the buildings mostly retain the style of upturned eaves and carved beams and painted rafters, and there are also some intricate bronze power supply pipes interspersed among them. Most of the pipes are wrapped in cloud-patterned wooden sleeves, which are full of charm.

Of course, Yin County is a small county under Fengzhou, and the overall style of the buildings cannot be considered truly elegant and magnificent. It lacks ancient charm, with large and exposed pipes, and occasionally white mist leaks out and permeates the air. The industrial atmosphere overshadows the classical atmosphere.

This was Wei Kun's first time observing the night view of Yin County, and he couldn't help but marvel at it.

"Hey, where are Little Li and Little Chenzi?"

He sensed something and ran towards Li Mingyu's direction.

After he ran to Li Mingyu and Wang Chen's side, he asked:

"Xiao Li, where are we going?"

Li Mingyu glanced at Wei Kun, yawned, and said:

"Let's go to Wang Chen's house and get some good stuff."

Li Mingyu had already gone home and met his aunt.

His uncle has passed away, and his aunt is now his only remaining relative.

He briefly recounted how he was forced to fight back and kill Wang Chen, omitting some bizarre and unpredictable details, and then told his aunt to pack her bags so they could escape Fengzhou together before dawn.

Taking advantage of the remaining time, Li Mingyu, led by Wang Chen, went to Wang Chen's house to retrieve the money and the Blood Ink Notebook.

Money can support the expenses of cultivation, while the Blood Ink Notebook is helpful for learning bronze-level techniques.

Of course, Li Mingyu himself is of average talent. He plans to give the notes to Wang Chen so that he can make good use of his mechanical talent and perhaps create some extra opportunities.

Even if things get really tough one day, they can find a shady factory to work illegally and get some breathing room.

Wang Chen walked side by side with Li Mingyu. The thought that his money and notes could still follow "him" filled him with satisfaction.

Since graduating from the state school, Wang Chen has lived in a small workshop next to the old Wang family house in northern Yin County.

Although the workshop is small, it is fully equipped, making it very convenient for students to immerse themselves in learning the art of bronze inscriptions.

Led by Wang Chen, the three headed straight for the small workshop.

It is late at night, the peak time for displaced people to gather and wander.

Small groups of homeless people often gather on both sides of the street, either standing and chatting, leaning against the wall, or curled up on the ground.

Adults, children, men, women, and the elderly are all present.

If you don't look closely, it might even give off a nightlife vibe.

If you pay close attention, you'll notice that they are all dressed in rags, look tired, and have dull eyes, like walking corpses.

Moreover, it was early spring night, and the temperature was very low. These refugees were dressed in thin clothes, mostly coarse cloth shorts, and could only rely on huddling together to keep warm.

After walking for a while, Wei Kun couldn't bear to look at them anymore: "Little Li, these people are so pitiful."

Wang Chen snorted coldly:

"Hmph, it won't happen to us. The cultivators in the county are all fine, but these refugees are mostly ordinary people. When ordinary people come to the prefectures and counties, they can only become refugees."

Wei Kun, however, recalled his few memories of Earth, seemingly feeling that the world shouldn't be like this, and felt a pang of heartache:

"Is it that bad? Then what are they even doing in the prefectures and counties?"

Li Mingyu responded:

"Ordinary people who want to cultivate can't stay in the countryside; they have to go to the city. They're also seizing an opportunity."

Wei Kun looked disappointed: "Oh."

Seeing that Wei Kun didn't seem to have grasped the fundamentals, Wang Chen continued to provide him with a high-level analysis of various celestial palace systems and administrative structures. Wei Kun responded with a vague understanding, praising Wang Chen for his extensive reading.

Li Mingyu saw everything the refugees went through.

It's impossible to say that I wasn't moved.

He has integrated into modern Earth society and experienced a peaceful and beautiful life, and is able to examine Xuanling Heaven from an outsider's perspective.

But while we may scrutinize it, the fact remains that we are powerless to change it.

The Qingxuan Heavenly Dynasty continued the old rules of the Qingxiao Immortal Dynasty, stipulating that only those with household registration in prefectures and counties could obtain spiritual resources to maintain their cultivation level.

If a mortal wants to advance to the first level of the Enlightenment Realm and become a cultivator, the first thing they must do is ensure that they are registered residents of the prefecture or county; otherwise, they can only wait for their cultivation level to drop.

At that time, it would be even more difficult to turn the tables, and the vast majority of them would be captured and used as sacrifices.

The descendants of cultivators are born with the right to be registered in the state and county.

Ordinary people from the countryside become migrants in the city, waiting for an opportunity to find a job with low pay, life-threatening risks, but barely enough to earn some spiritual money, such as mining or high-risk construction work...

This is a high-stakes gamble in itself, a gamble of waiting to be captured and sacrificed or risking everything to become a cultivator.

Soon, the one person and two "souls" turned into a small alley.

The alley was not very narrow, dimly lit, and piled with all kinds of household garbage on both sides.

Oil-stained paper bags, old tiles and ceramic pipe fragments, grayish-brown napkins, and glass bottles riddled with cracks.

There were a few bonfires here and there, but not many people were seen. Only refugees would gather around them and set up small tents to spend the night.

Wei Kun: "How...how can one live around a garbage dump?"

Wang Chen: "Of course it's because it's convenient. This garbage is all from the daily lives of cultivators, which is very attractive to refugees. They might be able to find some good food. After all, the food and clothing of cultivators are considered luxuries for ordinary people."

Wei Kun: "Little Chenzi, you know so much."

Wang Chen patted his chest: "Of course! Actually, there are relatively few refugees now. After all, the Lantern Festival has just passed, so it's normal for many mortals to have disappeared."

During festivals and sacrificial ceremonies of the Celestial Dynasty, a group of mortals would be chosen to be sacrificed to please the Celestial Lord and pray for his blessings.

A significant number of cultivators, due to insufficient intake of spiritual resources and materials, have fallen in cultivation level and become mortals, making them excellent sacrifices.

The Lantern Festival is a festival that was only recently celebrated.

Wei Kun: "Oh! The Lantern Festival! That sounds really fun! That's why it's better to be a cultivator; I definitely want to go and celebrate the festival someday."

Wang Chen: "?"

One second Wei Kun was thinking about mortals and grieving for them, the next second he changed his tune and began to yearn to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, leaving Wang Chen completely bewildered.

"Lantern Festival? Immortal Lord? Why are these words again? Why is my memory of these things so vague? And why do I feel a strange aversion to them?"

Li Mingyu asked, "Brother Chen, what is the Lantern Festival?"

Wang Chen asked in confusion, "The Lantern Festival is on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, celebrating the birthday of the Heavenly Official. We used to watch the lanterns together, don't you remember?"