I died young at the start, but I'm reincarnated with unlimited skill points!

The 190th year of the Han Dynasty.

Su Yu is 203 years old.

The first-grade golden elixir has reached its peak.

A cultivator at the first-grade Golden Core stage has a lifespan of five thousand years.

For Su Yu, two hundred years was just the beginning of a long life.

But for the mortals of this world, two hundred years is enough to bring about earth-shattering changes.

In the nearly two hundred years since Su Yu ascended the throne, the changes that have taken place in this land are beyond description, even the phrase "the world has changed beyond recognition" wouldn't be enough.

Around the 80th year of the Han Dynasty, the last group of openly active evil spirits on a global scale completely disappeared.

Nobody knows where they went.

There was no final battle, no apocalyptic purge.

They vanished from the map of this land like the receding tide.

Some were burned to death in the spiritual energy storm of the mortal self-mutilation technique.

Some of them collapsed on their own after their demonic energy was depleted.

Some were killed by ordinary people with hoes while fleeing.

Others, one night, quietly flew away and never returned.

Anyway, that's all.

Everything is gone.

The shadow that had loomed over mortals for tens of thousands of years has dissipated.

No ordinary person can say for sure exactly which day it broke apart.

Just as no one can say for sure at what moment the night ends when dawn arrives.

It just slowly faded and dissipated, and then dawn broke.

……

The world after dawn is a beautiful world.

Blue sky, white clouds, fresh air.

With the spiritual veins flowing freely and abundant spiritual rain, the mountains and rivers have regained their ancient clarity and beauty.

The lifespan of mortals was nearly twice that of the demonic era.

When the children ran in the sunlight, their faces were rosy, no longer the ashen color left by the demonic energy.

When the elderly sit in front of their doors basking in the sun, they no longer need to fear that the Zhenfu Division will come knocking on their doors in the middle of the night.

The crops in the field have grown taller than before.

The land nourished by spiritual energy is several times more fertile than it was during the demonic era.

The market was bustling with activity, with merchants coming and going from all directions. Goods from all over the world gathered in the new city of Dali and then flowed to every corner of the world from here.

Everything is moving in a positive direction.

The thing that brings the mortals of this world the greatest happiness is that they no longer have to die.

The method of mortal self-mutilation has not been forgotten.

It still exists in everyone's memory, and the rhyme is still passed down from generation to generation.

But it is no longer a weapon.

It has become a kind of inheritance, a kind of commemoration, and a spiritual totem to remind future generations.

Every year on the winter solstice, ordinary people all over the world spontaneously hold memorial ceremonies.

It was not a sacrifice to Heaven, nor a sacrifice to the gods.

Instead, it is a sacrifice to those who sit before the black iron spire and close their eyes.

Those who gave their lives to bring back the blue sky.

In the nearly two hundred years since then, Su Yu's identity has undergone a qualitative change.

He was no longer just the emperor of Dali.

He is the emperor of the whole world.

This event occurred naturally with almost no resistance.

When ordinary people from various countries learned that the creator of the self-mutilation technique for mortals was none other than Emperor Su Yu of the Great Li Kingdom.

Their gratitude for this name transcends all national and racial barriers.

When they heard that Dali was developing rapidly under Su Yu's rule, and that everyone could eat their fill, have their own land, and have their own houses, they were overjoyed.

Submission became a matter of course.

Who wouldn't want to live that kind of life?

As a result, one after another, the restored kingdoms took the initiative to send envoys to Dali.

We are not here to negotiate, nor to sign treaties.

They have come to request submission.

Su Yu didn't need to send troops, exert pressure, or even speak.

Those mortals came on their own.

Su Yu did not refuse.

Because he knew better than anyone else that this world needed a unified order.

Fragmented small countries that act independently will inevitably repeat the same mistakes sooner or later.

It is not the mistakes of evil that have been made, but the mistakes of humanity itself.

The struggle for power and profit led to armed conflict and the survival of the fittest.

Humans can do what evil has done.

Su Yu would never allow such a thing to happen.

He spent over a hundred years bringing the whole world into a unified system.

Unified laws, unified tax system, unified weights and measures, and unified post road network.

Differences still exist in different regions.

Culture, language, and customs—these things do not need to be unified, nor should they be.

But the bottom line is the same.

No one is allowed to oppress mortals, no one is allowed to practice the blood tribute system, and no one is allowed to live like livestock in the era of demons.

Anyone who dares to violate this rule will be dealt with personally by Su Yu.

With a cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the First-Grade Golden Core, one is undoubtedly at the pinnacle of combat power in this world.

No one can challenge his authority.

But what truly won the world's respect was not his cultivation level.

Rather, it was the real, tangible good life he brought to every ordinary person.

Two hundred years of peace and prosperity have pushed Su Yu's humanistic fortune to an extremely terrifying level.

The faith of hundreds of billions of ordinary people around the world flowed into his body like an endless river, day and night.

This power allowed his Golden Core to be continuously refined on the basis of the first-grade Great Perfection, and its depth was a hundred times that of his third life!

But right now, Su Yu has something even more important to confirm.

He left the capital alone.

Su Yu did not tell anyone where he was going.

He simply left an imperial edict on the desk in the Imperial Study, appointing the Grand Secretary as acting as regent.

During his two-hundred-year reign, Su Yu had long established a comprehensive system for selecting and appointing capable officials.

Officials in the imperial court were appointed based on merit, regardless of their background; the capable were promoted.

The Grand Secretary is nominated by the ministers of various ministries and approved by the Emperor. He is replaced every five years and cannot serve consecutive terms.

The empire no longer depends on the bloodline of any one person.

Su Yu is the emperor, but he doesn't need to do everything himself.

Two hundred years of institutional development had long since enabled this empire to operate on its own.

He can leave for a while without worry.

Because he was going somewhere.

A place he had sensed for a long time, but had never actually visited.

boundary wall.

……

Su Yu left the capital and headed north.

The further north you go, the less human warmth and life there becomes.

At first, the land beneath his feet was the most prosperous heartland of Dali.

The city walls stand side by side, the spiritual fields stretch as far as the eye can see, and the hustle and bustle of the market can be faintly heard even through the clouds.

Further north, the prosperity gradually fades, and the cities become sparse, turning into small border towns.

Further north, even the small towns disappeared, leaving only vast mountains and uninhabited wilderness.

In the end, only an ancient, unyielding, frigid snowfield remained between heaven and earth.

This is the northernmost point of Dali, and also the end of the inhabited area in this land.

The wind and snow howled, and all was silent.

Su Yu slowed his pace and descended gently from the clouds, stepping onto the vast snowfield.

He did not fly again.

Instead, he walked step by step, unsteadily, toward the direction he had sensed for two hundred years.

Two hundred years.

From the day he ascended the throne, he could vaguely sense the existence of this place.

It was an extremely faint sense of unease that lingered at the edge of his consciousness.

He always felt that the last mystery of this world was hidden there.

But for the past two hundred years, he has been busy governing the world and making millions of ordinary people live like human beings, and has never had time to spare.

Or perhaps, he simply... refused to face it.

It was as if as long as he didn't look, that discord would cease to exist, and the peace and tranquility of the world would be perfect.

Now, he has achieved the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir and has accomplished the task of governing the world.

There was nothing left for him to use as an excuse to procrastinate.

The wind and snow intensified, causing his dragon robe to flutter wildly.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Su Yu finally stopped.

Directly in front of him, at the edge of the snowfield, in the void.

A massive rift, not belonging to this world, floats in the air.

The crack was silent, like a scar that had been forcibly frozen halfway through healing.

Deep within the crevice, a faint, murky dark red hue peeked out.

boundary wall.

Su Yu raised his head and stood quietly in front of it for a long time.

He finally came.