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

Su Yu left.

He didn't say another word to the demons within the boundary.

Xue Du's arrogant laughter was left far behind in the wind and snow.

But that laughter was like a cold thorn, piercing his heart.

On his way home, Su Yu did not fly.

He chose to traverse the land he governed, step by step.

He passed by newly built cities.

The market was bustling with activity, with merchants coming and going from all directions, their cries of vendors and laughter filling the air.

He passed by fields of golden yellow.

Nourished by spiritual energy, the crops grew taller than in the era of demons. Farmers bent over to harvest, their faces beaming with contentment and satisfaction.

He passed by a small village.

Several children chased and played in the sunlight, their laughter ringing out.

Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, several elderly people with white hair were squinting and peacefully basking in the sun.

They no longer had to worry about the Zhenfu Division coming to knock on their door in the middle of the night.

They no longer have to worry about their children being taken away as food.

All of this was achieved by Su Yu over two hundred years, inch by inch, to build peace and tranquility.

But now, in Su Yu's eyes...

This hard-won two-hundred-year golden age.

It turned into a silent countdown overhead.

At most a hundred years.

Once the Lord of the Abyss awakens, the fields will become barren again, the city will become a blood-refining workshop once more, and the smiles of these children and the elderly will turn into desperate wails once more.

And what about him?

He was merely a Golden Core cultivator, not even a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Although Su Yu was confident that he could break through to the Nascent Soul stage within the next hundred years.

But what use is a Nascent Soul?

How could someone with only a Nascent Soul stage face off against a Void Refining Realm Abyss Master?

That's like an ant trying to shake a tree, or an egg hitting a rock.

That was something that even the immature Heavenly Dao, which had exhausted all its essence, could not completely slay.

Su Yu's steps grew heavier with each step.

But his gaze grew firmer with each passing moment.

Throughout his life, he went from being the Prince of Zhennan in the Great Xia Dynasty to an orphan of the Qingmu Su family, to a disciple of the Cangxuan Sect, and now to a two-legged sheep in the Black City pen.

He never bowed to fate.

……

The 191st year of the Han Dynasty.

Su Yu returned to the capital.

He did not publicize the boundary.

If this matter gets out, it will only plunge the world, which has just begun to settle down, back into needless panic.

Based on the well-established system built up over the past two centuries, he left behind a detailed edict entrusting him with governance.

The Grand Secretary acts as regent, and is replaced every five years, with only the most capable individuals being selected.

This empire can operate on its own without relying on the bloodline of any one person.

After finishing everything, Su Yu went alone into the secluded place deep within the imperial city, a place that had been sealed off for a long time.

The stone gate slowly closed behind him.

All the officials believed that His Majesty the Emperor was going to pursue the elusive path to immortality.

No one knows.

This emperor, who reigned over the world for two hundred years, was racing against time for the survival of the entire world.

The secluded retreat was deep and quiet.

Su Yu sat cross-legged on a futon, his mind completely immersed in the profound and mysterious realm of cultivation.

The "Creation Furnace Technique" is a supreme cultivation method he created himself, which uses breathing as a means of practice.

His spiritual root, honed over hundreds of years and nurtured by the blessings of humanity, has reached its pinnacle.

One product!

This is a divine appearance that countless cultivators can never reach in their lifetime, and it is also the highest peak that can be attained through acquired means.

With this first-grade spiritual root, plus the "Creation Furnace Technique" and that overwhelming human fortune.

His cultivation progressed so quickly that it was as if he were making rapid progress every day.

One year.

Three years.

Five years.

Within the secluded cultivation area, spiritual energy surged towards Su Yu like a storm.

The first-grade golden core within his body, tempered by the faith of the people and the vast spiritual energy, shone brighter and brighter each day, becoming so powerful that it almost broke through the shackles of his body.

at last.

Less than ten years.

"Boom—!"

Without warning, a dark, thundercloud rose up over the capital.

Thunderclouds rolled, lightning bolts danced wildly, and a terrifying, world-destroying pressure crashed down from the heavens.

Nascent Soul Tribulation!

The perfect golden core within Su Yu's body has finally reached the critical point of breaking through to become an infant and ascending from mortal to sainthood!

"It's time."

Su Yu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light.

He stepped out of his secluded cultivation place, his figure rising from the ground, hovering in the sky above the boundless thunderclouds.

First stage.

The Six-Nine Heavenly Tribulation.

Fifty-four lightning bolts, imbued with supreme heavenly might, struck down one after another from the thunderclouds!

Such heavenly tribulation power is enough to level a mountain peak, and any ordinary flesh and blood that touches it will turn to ashes.

Su Yu stood with his hands behind his back, letting the thick purple lightning bolts, as thick as buckets, strike him fiercely.

"bring it on."

He cultivated the Golden Elixir of Humanity, and was protected by a golden aura spontaneously formed by the faith of the people.

The more fiercely the lightning struck, the more brutal it became.

The golden core within his body was instead refined and became even more solid and translucent!

Fifty-four heavenly tribulations exploded on his body, yet they failed to make him retreat even half a step.

Beneath the capital, countless mortals witnessed the strange phenomenon in the sky.

They had no idea what was happening in the sky; they simply knelt down instinctively in the direction of the imperial city.

"It's His Majesty! His Majesty is undergoing tribulation!"

"May Heaven protect His Majesty and help him successfully overcome this tribulation!"

Simple yet devout prayers rise from the human world.

Those strands of faith, following the unseen cause and effect, flowed into Su Yu's body, helping him withstand the first tribulation.

After the fifty-four heavenly tribulations dissipated, the dark thunderclouds in the sky did not disappear.

Instead, the turmoil intensified.

Su Yu slowly opened his eyes, his expression solemn.

He knew that the real danger of the Nascent Soul Tribulation had only just begun.

The Heavenly Tribulation of the Sixty-Nine Heavens was nothing more than a whetstone for him to temper himself.

But the real danger of the Nascent Soul Tribulation never lies outside.

Inside.

Before the lingering power of the heavenly tribulation had dissipated, Su Yu's consciousness suddenly sank, pulled into an endless illusion by an invisible force.

The Tribulation of Inner Demons.

This is the most dangerous stage in the Nascent Soul Tribulation.

It uses illusions as blades to expose the deepest obsessions and most painful scars of the person undergoing tribulation, and then uses them to destroy their heart.

Those whose minds are not firm enough will fall into this boundless illusion, go astray, and perish in the process.

Within the illusion, the scenes shift and change.

Snowstorms, misty rain, and lone smoke rising from the desert—familiar scenes unfolded one after another before Su Yu's eyes.

The inner demon tribulation uses illusion as its blade, specifically targeting the deepest obsessions and scars in people's hearts.

It did not stir up Su Yu's greed for immortality, nor did it arouse his fear of the Abyss Lord.

It plunged headfirst into the softest part of Su Yu's spirit.

Those were the people he had personally buried over four generations.

The scene freezes on the sickbed in the main room of the Qianlong Su family.

Sixty-nine-year-old Su Cheng was emaciated with sunken eyes, yet he was still using his last bit of strength to tell his father about the spies and assassins of the Dingyuan Trading Company.

Those withered, bony hands gripped the token tightly, as if they were clutching their humble yet burning lives.

"Father... his worldly income is very stable..."

Su Yu's eyes trembled almost imperceptibly.

The scene then shifts to a warm pavilion nestled in a snow-covered mountainside.

Song Qingwan, who was over ninety years old, lay on her bed, her eyes long since devoid of light.

She turned her head with great difficulty, looking at his face, which was forever frozen in middle age, her breath barely audible.

"My husband... when you chose me in the Imperial Household Department... it was the greatest blessing of my life..."

Her hands grew colder and colder in his palm.

The illusions showed no mercy, unfolding one after another.

It was Qing'er who had stopped breathing during her afternoon nap in spring.

Lin Xiu, dressed in her official robes, closed her eyes with a stubborn contentment.

It was the faces of those atop Mount Tai in the first era, faces filled with shock, anger, or sorrow.

She is Liu Ruyan, smiling sweetly under an oil-paper umbrella on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

He is the proud swordsman atop Mount Hua, stubbornly raising his chin covered in snowflakes...

Each vibrant and beautiful face danced in his heart, yet one by one, they transformed into cold stone tablets in the cemetery.

……

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I'm asking for gifts every day, QAQ...