Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

October of the thirty-third year of Qiming.

It's already autumn, but the weather is unexpectedly hot, with temperatures still in the thirties, which is really abnormal.

In times of chaos, unusual phenomena are sure to occur in the heavens and earth; there is indeed some truth to this.

The army of Daqi was locked in fierce battles with various rebel forces, and signs of chaos were already emerging.

Although this generation of the Great Qi Emperor has some courage, his understanding of the world is far too shallow. He cannot distinguish what is most important to him, and he is far inferior to Jun Cheng'an.

The reforms targeted local powers, pushing the forces that maintained their rule to the opposite side, which was tantamount to cutting off their own roots.

This approach is somewhat foolish.

If the emperor couldn't understand it, and his court officials couldn't possibly not understand it either, yet the policy continued to be implemented, it could only mean that there was something wrong with the people around the emperor.

Compared to Zhuangzi back then, Datongdao is now terribly evil!

……

December of the thirty-fourth year of the Qiming era.

Another year has passed in a row.

The fighting goes on and on, it just won't end.

The Great Qi still possessed considerable strength, and the most clamorous rebel forces had been completely wiped out.

More than 800,000 rebel soldiers were massacred to intimidate the world.

The method of massacring surrendered soldiers may have some effect in the short term, but in the long run, it will inevitably lead to a more serious counterattack.

I wonder which ruthless person came up with this idea.

This generation of students from Datongdao... tsk tsk tsk...

According to Xiao Ling'er, as many as eight million refugees poured into Qishan Road in the past year alone.

At this rate of development, wouldn't Qishan Road be completely filled in another ten years?

……

The thirty-fifth year of the Qiming era.

The Cloud Soaring Legion was recalled, and in its first battle back in Daqi, it razed the Luzhou prefecture to the ground.

More than a million people in the city lost their lives in this massacre.

Indeed, the best way to destroy a powerful dynasty is through civil war.

When it comes to fighting amongst themselves, Daqi is truly never lagging behind.

Even when the demon race massacred a city back then, it wasn't as ruthless as the Great Qi is now.

Jun Cheng'an and Meng Yan were doing nothing, not even taking care of their own juniors.

Go ahead and fight, even if you break your head, it's none of my business...

……

The thirty-seventh year of the Qiming era.

As expected, the consequences of the massacre continued to escalate, and some minor vassal states also joined the war under the guise of eliminating the tyrant.

The major vassal states, led by those in the southern and northern borders, finally couldn't hold back any longer and sent these smaller vassal states to the forefront to test the court's reaction.

How cunning! Even now, they still refuse to take action themselves, instead plotting to weaken the court by using other forces.

Just like in previous years, under Jun Huayang's leadership, the Daqi court maintained a tough stance, continuously increasing its troops and making every effort to suppress the rebellion.

To date, the total number of combat troops mobilized by Daqi has reached 30 million.

Many prefectures and counties were recaptured by the Daqi court, and a large number of rebel troops moved to the mountains and forests to fight.

……

Autumn of the fortieth year of the Qiming era.

The flames of war still burn on this land, and the fighting continues year after year.

You kill me, I kill you, and the killing goes on and on, with civilians dying in droves.

Having nothing to do, I went out for a stroll and found that many of the battle zones were almost completely deserted.

Some fled, some ran away, and some died.

Village after village, town after town, were filled with the elderly, children, and women; there was not a single able-bodied man to be seen.

Even if someone is gone, life must go on.

Some can run away, but others have nowhere to go and can only stay in the small village where they have lived their whole lives.

Most of these people had sallow complexions and were so thin that they were just skin and bones.

So I simply gave each of them two steamed buns and asked them a few questions along the way.

They asked the old people, the widows, and the children.

Each one was emotionally charged, either sad or angry, filled with hatred.

Hatred towards the imperial court.

The reason was not complicated: their sons, their husbands, and their fathers had all died on the battlefield.

In the eyes of these people, the imperial court was the worst and most cruel force in the world, and the emperor sitting on the dragon throne was a real tyrant who targeted and killed his own people in order to cover up his crimes.

Their families were also killed by the imperial court and the emperor.

After thinking it over, I asked a few more questions.

"What crimes is the imperial court covering up?"

"Was their original lifestyle adequate?"

"What caused the war? Did they know who they were fighting for?"

The answer is obvious.

Life is manageable; in fact, it was a little better in the past few years.

Because the homes of the county magistrate and county constable were confiscated, the money obtained was exchanged for rice and flour, which was distributed to each household.

The crimes being covered up are unknown to everyone, and that's what everyone says, so naturally the court is covering up a colossal crime.

After all, the imperial court has always been the one to take the blame.

Whatever problems arise, it's always because the emperor is immoral and the court is incompetent.

The war was initiated by the imperial court. The tyrant on the dragon throne wanted to take away all their money and grain, their land, and the very foundation upon which they depended for survival.

They took up arms to protect these things.

The king who led them was naturally a saint among saints, who had received a dream from an immortal and was the immortal's offspring.

The reason they were able to receive rice and grain in previous years was because their king followed the will of the immortals to save the world.

As long as they follow the king, they will be able to transcend social classes in the future, live a life where they have enough to eat and wear, and be reborn into a good family after death.

How unrealistic are Pu Hua's wishes; he doesn't even dare to fantasize a little.

It's so reasonable that I don't know how to comment on it.

The victim's perspective, the victim's situation, and the unrecognizable truth.

Who can truly say who is right and who is wrong in this situation?

Fooling the people, fooling the people... Deceiving those who are unaware of the truth and pushing the overall direction is always so simple, surprisingly simple.

To inspire everyone to believe in the future and work towards the same goal.

What Zhuangzi struggled with his entire life but could not accomplish, was so easily achieved by these people.

It's somewhat ironic.

……

On the seventh day after leaving the village, I heard that the village had been ravaged by war, and that several nearby villages and towns had been completely wiped out.

The remaining food and valuables were looted.

The person who ordered their execution was none other than the king they called their savior.

A group of worthless people who only consume food while they live, and we still have to give them pensions for the families who died in battle.

Now things are much better; they have food rations, they don't need to pay pensions anymore, and they've even accomplished the scorched-earth policy.

It truly is a win-win situation.

Yes...it's a win-win situation...

Displeased, he threw Liuyun away.

The "King Who Saves from Suffering" died, dozens of mountains were razed to the ground, and no deity appeared.

As it turns out, it was all made up.

……

Over the years, Liuyun's sword has become increasingly red, radiating a crimson light at all times, and its every move has become more and more dignified and majestic.

Even the silly little sword spirit from back then now has the intelligence of a ten-year-old child.

Not bad!

From now on, I'll leave these kinds of things to Liuyun, saving myself the trouble of doing it myself.

The sword follows its master; it is likely that Liuyun will become a symbol of righteousness and a true nemesis of evil.

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Spring of the forty-first year of the Qiming era.

For some unknown reason, the rebel forces in various places have become somewhat more subdued.

Even the Great Qi Dynasty stopped its large-scale killings and began to offer amnesty.

The war continues, but civilian casualties have decreased significantly.

Large-scale massacres no longer occur frequently.

Autumn of the forty-first year of Qiming.

Due to the overwhelming number of refugees, Qishan Road was unable to accommodate them all, even with prior preparations.

Therefore, Qishan Road stopped accepting refugees.