The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

The bombing of Beijing shocked the world.

The world has changed once again.

The next day.

The original palace and surrounding area are no longer habitable, leaving only a war memorial.

With the help of interstellar civilization, Song Gua rebuilt the national palace on the site of Yunshan City, which had been transformed into a wild jungle.

The transfer of power faces no hindrance in the face of absolute force.

The whole world is waiting for Song Gua to provide an explanation.

Faced with cameras from all over the world and eight different races, and the trembling expressions of people from all sides who wanted to ask but dared not, Song Gua only said one sentence.

"Three months later, everything became clear."

The whole world is once again in a daze.

"Three months later? Won't the Celestial God Clan arrive then?"

"I support the restoration of the Song dynasty, but wiping out all the kings of the Chen family would be a huge loss to our fighting strength."

"The enemy is coming, and we're still fighting amongst ourselves. I don't support Song Gua on this matter."

"Is power really that attractive? So powerful that he still had to stage a coup?"

Many uninformed onlookers still believed that the battle in Shangjing was a mutiny initiated by Song Gua.

No one knows what kind of spell Song Gua cast on Zhang Beihai and his group of interstellar civilizations who returned from deep space, making them so steadfast in their support of him.

After Song Gua returned to the position of national ancestor, he was never idle for a single day.

The army marched out to reclaim the Earth's territories occupied by alien races.

What are the Eight Great Kingdoms?

The Song Gua never acknowledged their existence.

Either submit, or we'll raze you to the ground!

Song Gua's army consisted of only one person: himself.

Of course, once on the battlefield, they become countless clones.

The demon race has been wiped out; what race would dare to fight the bandits?

Wherever the bandits went, they all surrendered.

After restoring global unity, the second major task of the Song hexagram Qian was to break down the seemingly unbreakable class problem.

"In my third life, I crawled out of the slums, and now I will wipe them out completely."

How can we break down the huge gap between the rich and poor in society, and the seemingly unbreakable class barriers that result from it?

The method for interpreting the Song hexagram is very simple.

"Chief Wei, is that right? Take half of your clan's money and use it to support infrastructure projects in the poor areas of your city."

When the Wei family in Qingyuan City woke up this morning, the sky had fallen. The King of Songgua Kingdom appeared in their family compound, clad in armor and wielding a heavy weapon.

Chief Wei bowed and scraped.

"No problem! No problem! It's only half the price, we can definitely cover that!"

"Okay, then the other half of the money will be given directly to all the unemployed people to help them improve their lives. In addition, we will provide them with job opportunities. A secretary will handle the details with you later."

"Huh? This...this..."

"If you have difficulties, then overcome them. If you make things difficult for me, then I have no choice but to overcome them too."

As he spoke, Song Gua tapped the magnificent auditorium of the Wei family with the Thousand Transformations sword in his hand.

"I'm just asking you to contribute your surplus funds. You still have all these fixed assets; you won't starve."

The landlords' money was thus forced to flow to the lower classes at the fastest speed.

Although the gap between the rich and the poor still exists, it is no longer as exaggerated as in the past, which made people despair. After all, the poor have some money now, and those with ability and perseverance can always do something.

Moreover, Song Gua left a clone specifically to monitor the redistribution of social wealth, providing a guarantee for the long-term effects.

Later, Song Gua had his clones engage in cultivation, thus providing him with a large amount of feedback to help him break through.

Before long, Song Gua broke through to the King Realm.

Once he broke through, all the bandits became kings.

In addition, all capabilities are now shared.

Today, each bandit possesses the terrifying strength to single-handedly annihilate an entire alien race.

And these clones are still multiplying at a rate of a thousand per day.

The world, filled with anxiety and fear, has finally awaited the so-called day of decisive battle.

With the Chinese government taking no action, a sense of despair has been circulating in society for quite some time.

Serious incidents have even occurred in many places.

The fact that the clones were able to suppress the situation effectively prevented it from escalating.

When that day finally arrived, people looked up and saw a clear sky and a gentle breeze.

"What about the Celestial God Clan?"

"It's still early, maybe come in the afternoon?"

"Oh...it's afternoon on the other side of the world now, and they haven't come yet."

"Oh, this..."

"So, there's no such thing as a Celestial God Clan?"

"Is the great crisis that the Chen regime has been propagating for a thousand years just a hoax?"

"That's not right. Many people saw that prophecy from a thousand years ago."

"Sigh... With money, power, and influence, what can't be faked?"

After this day, there was no need for Song Gua to explain anything anymore; great Confucian scholars would naturally interpret the classics for him.

the same day.

Song Gua, who was still cultivating, felt a strange tremor.

He opened his eyes and saw a golden road stretching from the horizon to his feet.

Wherever he went, this avenue followed.

"Captain Yue, can you see that?"

Yue Sheng was puzzled.

"What do you see?"

"Miss Butterfly, what about you?"

"What's wrong with you now?"

"So, Zhang Beihai, Dad, you can't see either."

"We can see it."

"Why??"

I also saw the Song hexagram.

The golden avenue split into smaller paths, following alongside Zhou Tak and Zhang Beihai.

"You also have the qualifications to compete for the Emperor's Fruit?"

Zhou Tak adjusted his glasses and smiled.

"It seems that the Emperor's Fruit is not determined by military strength."

Zhang Beihai looked at Song Gua and said.

"But if you are strong enough in terms of military strength, you will definitely qualify."

Song Gua said irritably.

Are you two trying to say I'm all brawn and no brains?

After understanding the situation, Zhou Lisha said with some concern.

"Dad, Song Gua, are you going?"

Zhou Tak pulled out a wrench, which became his weapon.

"I never thought that at my age, I could still participate in such a momentous event. As a scientist, I can't satisfy my curiosity without seeing it for myself."

Zhang Beihai looked at Song Gua.

"Now that you are the ruler, hand over the things that need to be handed over, and then choose a date to embark on the path to compete for the throne."

Song Gua stepped onto the golden road with unprecedented determination.

"Today!"

After Song Gua went up, Zhang Beihai and Zhou Tak followed him after they finished explaining their last wishes.

Zhou Lisha chased them on the ground for a long time until the three figures disappeared into the air, then collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

Yue Sheng stayed by her side, offering words of comfort.

"The path to becoming emperor is unknown, but I believe they will definitely return."

Yuwen Hao, sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed here by a nurse. His toothless mouth opened and closed, and he laughed so hard he could hardly breathe.

"Old Song, how come you always leave the throne as soon as you sit down? Are you some kind of immune system to being the ruler? Hahaha..."

Yuwen Hao laughed himself to death and passed away peacefully.

Before Earth could even welcome Song Gua back, it witnessed his departure once again.

This time, Song Gua set foot in the place where the strongest people in this star field gathered.

Thousands of rays of light converge to form a dazzling galaxy.

Countless illusory beings flicker in the four directions of heaven and earth.

Song Gua, Zhang Beihai, and Zhou Tak walked through the golden road and arrived at the starting point of this galaxy.

Besides the three of them, there were 150 other people here, 50 of whom were from Earth, and the others looked very abstract. Song Gua estimated that they were probably other intelligent life forms in the Milky Way.

The fifty people from Earth were not all human; more than thirty of them were from other races.

However, it's already quite remarkable that humans occupy nearly 20 seats.

According to Song Gua, many races only sent one person.

I believe there are still many people in the entire clan who were not elected.

The humans who come here are all among the most powerful fighters on Earth, or people of high status and intelligence.

Among them, Song Gua actually saw Master Yuan Kong.

"Master, you're still alive?"

At this moment, Song Gua's tone of voice was somewhat like that of Song Feng.

Master Yuankong, dressed in a red kasaya, stood in the corner with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed.

Upon hearing Song Gua's voice, Yuan Kong opened his eyes and smiled as he spoke.

"Benefactor Song Gua, we haven't had a chance to congratulate you on your resurrection yet."

"It's nothing, but I should thank you for guarding the stone statue for me."

"We failed to hold it, we dare not, we dare not."

"Where did you go after your defeat that day?"

While waiting, Yuan Kong was bored, so he started talking about his experiences.

After the battle of Songgua Island, he was seriously wounded and almost died.

Fortunately, fate spared him, and he managed to survive after drifting to a deserted island.

Since then, Yuan Kong has been recuperating from his injuries.

In the past year or so, he was basically unaware of the changes that had taken place in the world.

His injury only recently healed.

"Master Yuankong, what are your thoughts on this path to becoming emperor?"

"Just let things take their course. Everything has its cause and effect. What is not mine cannot be taken by force, and what is mine will return even if I discard it."

A master is a master; with just a few words, Song Gua felt as if he had suddenly understood something.

After embarking on the path to becoming emperor, regardless of whether they knew about the existence of the Emperor Fruit before, they now know everything.

Everyone is eager to get started. They will embark on their journey from this point to the throne, seize the imperial fruit, and reach the realm of the Great Emperor!

Just then, a sword light flew in from beyond the starry sky, and countless sword energies transformed into a magnificent temple, illuminating all directions.

Wan Jianyi, dressed in white, emerged from the crowd, surrounded by divine swords.

"Ha, you little bandit."

Song Gua's eyes lit up.

This Wan Jianyi has a very distinctive appearance.

He had the face of Wang Miao, but exuded the distinct aura of Wan Jianyi.

"You didn't die either?"

"What, are you hoping I die?"

"Haha, what are you talking about? But so, are you Wang Miao or Wan Jianyi now?"

"Brother Wang Miao gave up his life for me, and I don't want to abandon his kindness, so I have been traveling in the star field in his guise."

"Wow, buddy, you're that strong now? You can roam freely across star systems?"

"I went to the capital of the Celestial God Clan through the reverse descent, where I obtained their cultivation methods and embarked on a completely new path of sword cultivation. But that's a long story."

It's a long story, but that's alright.

A group of old friends gathered together, reminiscing about how they could reunite after a thousand years, and listening to Wan Jianyi's thrilling adventures in the world of the Heavenly Destiny God Clan.

Undoubtedly, Wan Jianyi is terrifyingly strong.

It's not just about his hard skills.

The key point is that he, a human, was able to roam freely in the stronghold of the Celestial God Clan for so many years and even cultivated to the limit of the King Realm.

Furthermore, according to Wan Jianyi, the cultivation method of the Heavenly Fate God Clan can break through the limits of the King realm, and he is currently at the half-step Emperor realm.

Only by obtaining the Emperor Fruit can one truly enter the Emperor Realm.

As everyone chatted, no one was in a hurry, because the road wouldn't open until everyone was present.

Before long, countless numbers of 101010 lit up in the sky beyond the stars.

This long river of numbers, crossing the starry sky, lands at the starting point of the Imperial Road, where it converges into two figures.

Zhou Tak was taken aback.

"Zhou Jieke? Xiao Wei?"

Zhou Jieke opened his arms and laughed heartily.

"Long time no see, my enemies!!"

Xiao Wei still maintained her aloof and cold demeanor.

Song Gua observed that Xiao Wei could no longer be considered purely human; her body had been digitized.

"Enemies, would you like to hear my story?"

Nobody wanted to hear what this Omnic Crisis had to say, but he still conjured up a bunch of megaphones and blared them around.

His experiences are also quite remarkable.

This truly paved the way for "mechanical ascension".

What Miss Butterfly once told Xiao Wei was "physical weakness, mechanical ascension," which interstellar civilizations have yet to fully achieve, but Zhou Jack and Xiao Wei accomplished it on a planet in the Milky Way.

They can now truly digitize and dematerialize the body, thereby achieving immortality of consciousness.

At the same time, through material encoding, the digitized body can be restored to a tangible form, just like it is now.

These two are representatives of digital life forms, who have come to participate in the struggle for the Emperor's Path.

The wait continues, and many people are getting impatient.

"Why hasn't it started yet? Who hasn't arrived yet?"

After waiting for what felt like forever, the group of old friends had finished telling all the stories they had to tell each other.

Finally, a dark cloud appeared on the horizon.

Within those dark clouds, millions of vengeful spirits from planets served as generals, and billions of annihilated beings served as soldiers. The Dark Emperor, with a head as large as a planet and bearing the ghostly flames that burned half the solar system, descended with a thunderous roar.

"Old Dark, such a big fuss? Wait, you vengeful spirits can even compete for the Emperor's Fruit?"

The Dark Emperor's voice resounded throughout the world.

"Anything with consciousness is up for grabs. Heh, interesting. Even purely digital life forms have come. This will surely be the most exciting battle for the Imperial Road ever."

After the Dark Emperor arrived, everything around him began to become illusory.

A starry bridge, covered with white bones and flanked by railings made of skulls, gradually unfolded before the crowd.

The battle for the throne has begun!

Within the Milky Way, the strongest beings in every aspect and in every sense gathered here and embarked together on this uncertain path.

Before departure.

"Old An, why did you go through all that trouble to bring so many alien races to Earth? Don't tell me it's for the sake of uniting all forces to resist a powerful enemy."

"The more people there are, the easier it is to become emperor. So I brought many powerful races from outside the Milky Way. Earth can't hold them all, so I put many more on other planets."

"Oh? Have you forgotten that I have a clone?"

"Does a clone not count?"

"Give it a try?"

[The End]

(It's finally over. I wonder if the six of us will receive a "Complete 666" reward from you? This time it's really a six-part series finale!)