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

Summer of the fourth year of Yongning.

It was the third month after Xue Du escaped from Da Li.

The concentration of demonic energy throughout the entire Dali region has fallen below a historic critical point.

The surviving low-level demons either fled the country or were killed by mortals with hoes and machetes by the roadside after their demonic energy was depleted.

The spiritual rain fell intermittently for a whole month, and the spiritual veins of Dali began to slowly recover.

The withered grass turned lush green, the murky streams became clear, and the air lost the chilling, putrid stench that had permeated the air for tens of thousands of years.

The Great Li Dynasty has been restored.

However, the Great Li after its restoration was even more chaotic than during the period of demonic rule.

Because the ruling system of Dali has completely collapsed.

Emperor Zhao Heng died a martyr during the Winter Solstice Grand Ceremony.

The Zhao imperial family behind Zhao Heng ceased to exist long after that.

On the night of the Winter Solstice Grand Ceremony, the first thing Xue Du did in a fit of rage and fear was not to hunt down mortals, but to wipe out the entire Zhao family.

Zhao Heng's betrayal made Xue Du feel as if he had been bitten hard by a loyal dog he had raised for three years.

It needs to vent its anger.

It needs to make an example of someone to deter others.

Therefore, an imperial edict was issued, and the Zhenfu Division confiscated all the residences of the Zhao imperial family inside and outside the capital overnight.

Zhao Heng's concubines, Zhao Heng's brothers and sisters, Zhao Heng's nephews who were still in swaddling clothes, and the elderly and children of the collateral branches of the Zhao family.

Leave no one alive!

Of course, the Zhao royal family was originally the dogs of evil.

For generations, the Zhao family has managed mortals on behalf of the demons, collected blood tributes for the demons, and maintained order in this hell on earth for the demons.

Zhao Heng's father was a good-for-nothing who lived his whole life on this dog leash.

Zhao Heng's mother died early because she could not bear this kind of life.

Zhao Heng saw through all of this from a young age.

So when he chose to die, Zhao Heng had already made his choice.

He had long anticipated the Zhao family's fate and no longer cared about it.

A pack of evil dogs, they're dead, so be it.

Those who truly deserve to survive are the people living under the blue sky.

……

The emperor died, the royal family was wiped out, the court collapsed, and the Zhenfu Division was dismantled.

The twelve states of Dali were almost in a state of anarchy.

Tens of millions of people died in the explosion, and the remaining billions of mortals survived, but they had lived under the rule of evil since birth and never knew how a world without evil should function.

Chaos has broken out in various places to varying degrees.

In some places, key members of the resistance stepped forward and maintained basic order.

However, in many other places, after the collapse of the old order, a situation arose of power struggles, rampant banditry, and widespread famine.

Ordinary people are not saints.

After the common enemy disappeared, the complexities of human nature began to surface.

The Great Li needs order.

We need a leader who can convince everyone.

We need an emperor.

In the entire Great Li, there is only one person qualified to sit in that position.

……

In the fourth year of Yongning, in autumn.

The ruins of the capital city, the central square.

The place where millions of ordinary people collectively ignited the fire six months ago is now overgrown with grass.

Scattered among the green grass, there were unknown white wildflowers, like stars.

A temporary platform stands in the center of the square.

There was no magnificent dragon throne, no ornately decorated halls.

It was just a platform made of a few pieces of wood, covered with a red cloth.

But the audience below the stage was packed with people.

Hundreds of thousands of people came from the capital and surrounding areas, crowding the square and every street around it.

Further afield, news channels across the twelve states of Dali were also simultaneously broadcasting the events that were about to unfold that day.

Li Xiaotian and the core members of the resistance army stood on the high platform.

And at the very front of the high platform.

A thirteen-year-old boy, dressed in a dark, narrow-sleeved robe hastily made overnight by the rebels, with a white jade belt around his waist and black boots with cloud patterns on his feet, stood on a red cloth.

Su Yu.

No mortal knows this name.

They knew Zhao Heng, the emperor who took off his dragon robe and died for his cause.

They knew Li Zizai, the rebel leader who, with his last breath amidst the Nine Netherworld Demon Fire, spread the incantation throughout the world.

They knew the names of countless ordinary people who sat down with their eyes closed in front of the Black Iron Spire.

But they didn't know Su Yu.

Because Su Yu has never stepped into the limelight.

He created the method of mortals committing self-mutilation.

He wove a network of resistance that spread throughout Dali.

He spent three years transforming Zhao Heng from a desperate crown prince into a spark of hope willing to die for his cause.

He set the entire Great Li ablaze.

But nobody knows his name.

until today.

Li Xiaotian stood on the high platform, took a deep breath, and shouted it out with all his might.

"Fellow villagers of Dali!"

"You all know about the method of mortal self-mutilation!"

"You all know that Emperor Zhao Heng was the first to detonate the bomb in the capital!"

"You all know that it was Leader Li Zizai who spread the incantation throughout the world amidst the Nine Netherworld Demonic Flames!"

"But have you ever considered who created the incantation for the self-mutilation method for mortals?"

Hundreds of thousands of people in the square fell silent.

"Eight years ago, in a corner of the rebel underground cave camp, on a bunk."

"With his extraordinary comprehension, he deduced a martial art that was capable of overturning the world."

"He created the method of mortal self-mutilation by himself."

"He single-handedly wove a network of resistance that spanned the twelve states of Dali."

"He persuaded Emperor Zhao Heng to commit suicide, he guided the leader Li Zizai in spreading the Dharma, and he planned the explosion of millions of people at the Winter Solstice Grand Ceremony."

"He is the only cultivator in this world for tens of thousands of years, the last ray of light sent down by Heaven in dire straits!"

"It was he who, when everyone thought mortals could only kneel and wait to die, forged a path to die standing up!"

"It was he who taught the demons what fear truly meant for the first time!"

"It was him who made us lift our heads for the first time and see the blue sky!"

Li Xiaotian's voice was already trembling, but he didn't care and continued to shout at the top of his lungs.

"His name is Su Yu!"

"He is the chosen one! He is the savior of us mortals! He is the most extraordinary person in the entire history of this world!"

Li Xiaotian turned around and knelt heavily before the boy behind him, his forehead hitting the high platform with a dull thud.

"He's thirteen years old!"

The square fell into a deathly silence.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes were fixed on the thin boy on the high platform, unsure how to react.

Thirteen?

The person who changed the whole world is thirteen years old this year?

Su Yu stood on the high platform, facing the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, his expression calm.

There was a very long silence.

then.

I don't know who knelt down first.

With a splash, it was like a pebble thrown into the lake.

Immediately afterwards, the second person knelt down.

"Thump thump thump—"

Like dominoes falling, hundreds of thousands of people knelt down in unison.

No one asked them to kneel.

But these mortals knelt down from the bottom of their hearts at that moment.

It's not about kneeling before someone in power, nor is it about kneeling before a conqueror.

Instead, they knelt before someone who had given them a glimmer of hope during the darkest of times.

"Su Yu!"

"Su Yu!"

"Su Yu!!!"

The name rang out from the crowd.

At first, there were only a few scattered sounds, but then they quickly gathered into a sea of ​​noise.

Hundreds of thousands of people shouted the same name in unison, the sound waves soaring into the sky as if they were tangible.

Su Yu stood on the high platform, listening to the sound of the waves, waiting for it to gradually subside.

Then he spoke.

The sound wasn't loud, but thanks to the power of cultivation, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Zhao Heng gave you the blue sky with his life, Li Zizai gave you the incantation with his life, and tens of millions of compatriots gave their lives to bring us the Great Li we have today."

"But even with blue skies, life goes on."

"Da Li needs an emperor, an emperor who can ensure you have enough to eat, a place to live, and a peaceful life."

"I'll be the emperor."

Su Yu's tone was flat, but the unwavering certainty carried more weight than any grand pronouncements.

"From today onwards, the reign title of the Great Li Dynasty will be changed to 'Han Yuan'."

"To allow people to recuperate and rebuild their homes is my promise to all the people of Dali."

"But I also tell you, the Great Li is just the beginning."

"Countless mortals still live under the feet of evil in this world, and they too are waiting for a blue sky."

"After the Great Li is at peace, I will let this blue sky cover the entire world."

The words fell.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live--!!!"

The sound waves shattered the sky above Dali.

This day was in the autumn of the first year of the Han Dynasty.

A thirteen-year-old boy ascended the throne as emperor on the ruins of the capital.

This is the first emperor in the tens of thousands of years of the Great Li Dynasty who is not a demonic dog.

……

The moment of his ascension to the throne.

Su Yu felt something he had never experienced before.

That wasn't spiritual energy, nor demonic energy, nor any kind of power he had encountered in his previous three lifetimes of cultivation.

Rather, it was a more magnificent, more mysterious energy that completely transcended his comprehension.

It rose from the hundreds of thousands of people below the stage, like invisible threads, converging towards Su Yu.

Then it surged into his body.

Su Yu's soul was suddenly jolted.

The energy was extremely gentle, but the amount of information it contained was so vast it was suffocating.

It's not just one person's emotion.

Rather, it represents the beliefs, hopes, gratitude, reverence, and reliance of hundreds of thousands of people...

These complex things, too indescribable in words, all came together and transformed into a tangible force.

Humanity and fortune.

Su Yu had vaguely seen this word in some ancient classics he had studied in his third life.

Those ancient texts say that in ancient times, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant.

Emperors and generals among mortals can cultivate themselves by relying on the faith and fortune of the people.

This cultivation method does not follow the traditional path of spiritual root breathing exercises.

Instead, it takes the people's hearts as fuel, the people's hopes as a furnace, and the belief in all living beings as the foundation of its practice.

Humanistic cultivation.

In the cultivation world that Su Yu experienced in his previous three lives, this concept had been lost for tens of thousands of years.

Because those mortals in the cultivation world have no faith, no cohesion, and they will not place their beliefs on any one person.

But this world is different.

The mortals of this world have just experienced the darkest era in tens of thousands of years, and have just liberated themselves from that era.

Their beliefs are extremely pure.

Their gratitude was extremely sincere.

Their hopes for Su Yu were not for obedience to a person in power, but for faith in a savior.

This pure and ultimate power of faith, when gathered together, transformed into the destiny of humanity.

Su Yu closed his eyes and sensed the essence of this fortune.

Three breaths later, his pupils contracted slightly.

Because he sensed something deeper.

Heaven.

The natural order of this world is being restored.

Extremely faint, extremely slow, like the faint heartbeat of a dying person just beginning to return.

But it is indeed recovering.

For tens of thousands of years, evil spirits have corrupted spiritual energy into demonic energy, distorted the laws of heaven and earth into evil paths, and turned the entire world into a giant pasture.

In this process, the Heavenly Way of this world, the most fundamental law that sustains the operation of this world, was damaged to the point of near collapse.

It can be said that the Way of Heaven is almost dead.

But he wasn't completely dead.

It still retains its last shred of will.

Su Yu suddenly remembered the golden note on the panel when he was reincarnated for the fourth time.

[Note: For unknown reasons, this reincarnated being possesses a special aptitude for comprehension. If all points are allocated to comprehension, the effect will be multiplied tenfold.]

For unknown reasons.

He didn't investigate further at the time, simply assuming it was a random gift from the system.

But at this moment, when he personally touched the remaining will of Heaven in this world, everything suddenly became clear.

There's no unknown reason; it's simply the natural order of this world!

A celestial being, ravaged by demons for tens of thousands of years and on the verge of death, poured its last strength into the child the moment it sensed the birth of a wisp of otherworldly spiritual root.

999 points of innate comprehension, tenfold increase in physique.

That wasn't a gift from the system.

It was a dying world, gambling with its last breath for a glimmer of hope.

And now.

After the demonic energy of Dali was cleared away, the almost severed pulse of the Heavenly Dao finally throbbed slightly.

Su Yu could sense that slight pulsation.

But he could also sense how weak that pulse was.

Dali has been restored, but Dali is only a corner of this world.

The demonic energy of the entire world still shrouds all the other continents and kingdoms.

The wounds inflicted by Heaven are far from healed.

The Heavenly Dao cannot even awaken, let alone recover, simply by purifying the Great Li region.

To truly restore the Way of Heaven, the demonic energy of the entire world must be purified.

To achieve this, Su Yu needs even greater cultivation.

He needs to establish his foundation, he needs the Golden Core, and he needs even higher levels.

With his current level of fourth-grade spiritual root aptitude and 9999 points of comprehension, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage is definitely within his reach.

Even at the Nascent Soul stage, Su Yu didn't think he would fail.

But that takes time, a lot of time.

But the mortals of this world cannot wait.

unless……

He can find a faster route.

Su Yu opened his eyes and looked at the hundreds of thousands of faces filled with faith below the stage.

Humanity and fortune.

It is not spiritual energy, so it is not restricted by the grade of spiritual roots.

It is not demonic energy, so it will not burden the cultivator's body.

It is a completely new force.

It comes from the hearts of the people, from their beliefs, and from the hopes that all the people have for him as emperor.

Su Yu stood on the high platform of the coronation, feeling the continuous flow of fortune into his body.

His brain began to work at lightning speed.

The fragments of the laws of this world were rapidly dismantled and reassembled in his mind.

The essence of humanity and destiny, the power of faith, the hearts of all people...

Condensation... Transformation... Utilization...

A flash of inspiration exploded in Su Yu's mind.

He saw a path, a path that had never been seen before.

Transform the human fortune into resources for cultivation.

The emperor's throne is the furnace, the people's faith is the fuel, and the hopes of all people are the foundation of the Way.

As long as he governs Dali well and allows the people to live and work in peace and contentment, the people's faith in him will become stronger.

The stronger one's faith, the greater one's fortune.

The stronger his luck, the faster his cultivation level improves.

This is a path that perfectly integrates self-cultivation and governance.

Being a good emperor is the best form of self-cultivation.

Conversely, the higher one's cultivation level, the more capable one is of protecting the world.

The wider the protection, the deeper the faith.

It's another positive cycle.

Su Yu gave this road a name in his heart.

The Emperor's Faith Law.

The upper limit is not determined by spiritual roots.

No spirit stones are needed to provide resources.

Its upper limit depends on how many people's faith an emperor can support.

The faith of the people of a city is enough to lay the foundation.

The faith of a nation's people is enough to make one a saint.

What if it's the faith of the entire world?

Su Yu didn't continue thinking about it.

Because at present, he is just a young emperor who has just ascended the throne, and the people under his rule are only a few billion mortals in the Great Li.

One must take things one step at a time.

First, we must cure the typhoon, so that the people can have enough to eat, live in houses, and live a peaceful life.

Then think about things further ahead.

Su Yu composed himself and stepped down from the platform.

His first decree was neither to reward meritorious officials nor to grant a general amnesty.

But...

"Investigate all granaries in the region and compile statistics on the cultivated land area and population of each prefecture and county."

"I want to ensure that every citizen of Dali can have a hot meal before winter arrives."

Li Xiaotian paused for a moment, then grinned.

The people of Dali are finally blessed!

……

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