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

In the third year of Yongning, on the winter solstice.

The Winter Solstice Grand Ceremony is the largest ceremony of the year in the Great Li Dynasty.

All the people of the city had to be present, and the emperor himself presided over the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.

At the same time, this is also an important moment for the evil forces to demonstrate their authority.

The Blood Crossing Ceremony would personally attend, sitting in the VIP section next to the altar, receiving the kneeling worship and tribute from mortals.

In the central square of the capital, tens of millions of ordinary people knelt on the ground in dense crowds.

Under a hazy sky, a cold wind swept across the wilderness, stirring up withered leaves and dust.

No one speaks.

Tens of millions of ordinary people gathered together, yet it was as quiet as a graveyard.

The altar soared into the clouds, open on all sides.

Zhao Heng, dressed in the imperial robes and holding the jade tablet for sacrificial rites, ascended step by step to the highest point of the altar under the guidance of the ceremonial officials.

The twelve beaded curtains on his crown swayed gently in the cold wind, obscuring his face.

But behind that beaded curtain, Zhao Heng's eyes were extremely calm.

It was so calm it was almost empty.

He didn't sleep last night.

He sat in the Hall of Mental Cultivation all night, going through all the blood tribute replies that had accumulated over the past three years, one by one.

Each of these volumes contains the lives of millions of people.

He flipped through the books one by one without pausing or showing any expression.

When I turned to the last book, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

He neatly stacked all the folded papers and placed them back on the left side of the desk.

Then he stood up and changed into the plain white undergarment hidden under the dragon robe.

White was his mother's favorite color when she was alive.

He stood on the altar, facing south, with a gray sky behind him.

Tens of millions of ordinary people, both inside and outside the capital, could clearly see his figure.

Xue Du sat in the VIP section next to the altar, his vertical pupils slightly narrowed, waiting for Zhao Heng to complete that boring sacrificial ceremony.

For three years, this dog has always behaved perfectly and has never made a mistake.

Today will be no exception.

But Zhao Heng did not read the eulogy.

He stood at the highest point of the altar, slowly raised his hands, and removed the crown from his head.

The beads jingled between her fingers.

The master of ceremonies was stunned.

Zhao Heng placed the crown at his feet and then untied the ribbons of his dragon robe.

The heavy dragon robe slipped off his shoulders and piled up at his feet.

Inside was a plain white single-layered garment.

Their white clothes, as white as snow, fluttered in the cold winter wind.

Below the altar, a commotion arose among the millions of mortals.

During the grand winter solstice sacrifice, the emperor removes his dragon robe.

This has never happened before in the history of the thirty-nine emperors of the Great Li Dynasty.

Blood Crossing's vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

wrong.

This is not a normal sacrificial ceremony to heaven.

But before it could react, Zhao Heng had already spoken.

He did not use the lyrics for the sacrificial ceremony.

He used his own voice.

The voice of a 22-year-old.

Clear and resolute, it pierced through the entire sky above the capital city.

"I am Zhao Heng, the thirty-ninth emperor of the Great Li Dynasty."

"But I am not standing here today as the emperor."

"But as a son."

Millions of ordinary people raised their heads.

"Three years ago, my mother was refined alive by a demon, who drained her of her blood, flesh, and vital essence. After her death, not even a complete corpse was left behind."

"My father knelt before the demon, not daring to utter a single word."

"Even I wouldn't dare."

"Because I am afraid of death."

"I'm terrified."

The entire room fell silent.

Tens of millions of people looked up at the white-robed young emperor on the altar, and not a single person uttered a sound.

Xue Du stood up from the VIP seats.

It hadn't figured out what Zhao Heng was going to do, but instinct told it.

This must be stopped immediately!

However, Zhao Heng's voice did not stop.

"But today, I am no longer afraid."

"Because I've figured something out."

Those who are afraid of death are already dead.

"My father lived for over forty years, but he died the day he knelt down."

"If I continue to kneel, I will be nothing more than a walking corpse."

Zhao Heng's voice trembled.

But every single word was crystal clear.

He turned around and faced Xue Du in the VIP section.

The twenty-two-year-old young emperor and the demon who had reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage locked eyes.

An ant's gaze meets that of a god.

But Zhao Heng laughed, a wildly maniacal laugh.

"It's been three years."

"You think you have an obedient dog."

"But what you don't know is that this dog never barks before it bites someone."

Xue Du was furious.

"Kill him!"

More than a dozen demons rushed out from all directions at the same time, their blood-red demonic energy condensing into sharp blades, aiming straight for the altar.

But Zhao Heng didn't give them a chance to get close at all.

He had already turned around.

He was facing tens of millions of compatriots who were looking up at him.

At this moment, his fear, forbearance, hatred, and sorrow all transformed into an incomparably clear and calm acceptance.

He opened his arms, embracing the heavens and earth, and for the last time, as an emperor, looked down upon this land he deeply loved but was powerless to save.

The smile was still on his lips.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

"My fellow countrymen, today I return this life to you!"

The moment the words left his mouth.

Zhao Heng detonated the mortal self-mutilation technique.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any overwhelming force that tore through the void.

His flesh and soul vaporized in an instant, transforming into an extremely pure white pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

Just like Li Zizai back then.

Unfortunately, even if he was an emperor.

The spiritual rain he unleashed through his self-severing technique could only cover a pitiful area of ​​a dozen feet around the altar.

It was insignificant compared to the overwhelming demonic energy.

But the implications are quite different.

Because the person who died was Zhao Heng.

He was the emperor of the Great Li Dynasty.

It is the most symbolic existence in the hearts of all mortals in this world.

It represents the emperor's absolute submission and obedience!

Even the emperor took off his dragon robe, willingly turning into a shower of rain.

This scene was like a heavy hammer, shattering the last trace of fear and hesitation in the hearts of tens of millions of ordinary people in the square.

A belief called rebellion grew wildly in everyone's minds like weeds.

After a brief period of deathly silence.

The first sound came from the crowd.

They were a resistance suicide squad hidden among the ordinary people of the world.

They have been waiting for this moment for far too long!

"His Majesty has already departed, what are we waiting for!"

A roar rang out from a corner of the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, a second white beam of light shot into the sky.

Then comes the third, the fourth, the hundredth, and the ten thousandth!

It was like dropping a spark onto a dry prairie.

No further mobilization or orders from anyone is needed.

100,000, 200,000, 300,000...

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of rebels and deeply moved ordinary people did not hesitate to ignite the primordial purity deep within their souls.

Countless white beams of light converged together, forming a dazzling sea of ​​light.

Life is cut off, and flesh and blood are vaporized.

An unprecedentedly clear and refreshing rain poured down.

Wherever the rain passed, the sinister demonic energy melted away like ice and snow, instantly washed clean.

One mile, ten miles, thirty miles...

The demonic energy within a radius of fifty miles was completely wiped out by this torrential rain, which cost the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.

The thick, gray haze that had shrouded the capital for tens of thousands of years was suddenly torn open with a huge gap.

Its daybreak.

Millions of surviving mortals raised their heads.

Through that gap, they saw a color that existed only in the oldest legends.

Azure blue.

That was the first time in tens of thousands of years that mortals in this land had seen a real blue sky.

For ordinary people, this is the cleanest air.

But to those high and mighty demons, this pure spiritual energy within a radius of fifty miles is the most deadly sea of ​​poison in the world.

Around the altar.

The three closest early-stage Foundation Establishment demons didn't even have time to scream.

Pure spiritual energy surged wildly into their seven orifices, violently clashing with the demonic energy within their bodies.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three clumps of flesh mixed with black blood exploded in mid-air, instantly killing the victims.

The remaining Foundation Establishment demons, like birds with broken wings, screamed and fell miserably from mid-air.

Even Xue Du, who was sitting in the VIP section, changed his expression.

It hovered on the edge of the surging demonic energy, staring intently at the azure sky, its vertical pupils filled with fear and rage.