From the Valkyrie to the Endless

After all, her strength was too weak. Without Shen Qing, she could not do anything.

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Although most of the treasures in the palace, such as spiritual stones, had been taken away, some were still left behind.

This Sutra Repository is one of them. Although many books in it were torn up in successive wars, there are still many precious books, and even some martial arts scriptures.

Shen Qing came here to see if he could find some clues about the man who called himself Yang Han.

"See you, Commander."

In front of the Sutra Repository which had just been renovated, the attendant guarding the gate bowed and saluted.

Shen Qing walked straight over the threshold without looking around. There were three figures waiting behind the door. They were all great masters of martial arts in the world. They all bowed respectfully.

"See you, Commander."

Today, the world is stable and there is no chaos. Some martial arts masters have already settled in Kyoto. In this scripture library, three martial arts masters live and study martial arts here.

"Please retrieve the information about all the past monarchs of Daxia, and bring me all the books about the royal family."

Shen Qing gave an order and sat down behind the desk. She had never thought of doing this. If it weren't for today's incident, she might not have come to this scripture library.

After killing Yang Zongxian, not only Zhao Yu became slack, but even she was a little relaxed and didn't even think about tracing the past.

After a cup of tea, more than ten classics were placed in front of Shen Qing.

The sun set and the moon rose, and it was almost midnight when Shen Qing finished reading all the classics. He looked up, stretched, and let out a long sigh of relief.

More than three thousand four hundred years, these few short words, no matter how much is omitted or how brief the record is, the amount of information is still astonishingly large.

Fortunately, it was not a complete failure. Shen Qing finally figured out a little about the inheritance lineage of the Yang family.

Shen Qing originally thought that the man named Yang Han was the founding ancestor of Da Xia, but in fact, that was not the case.

Yang Han was the crown prince of Emperor Jiayuan more than four hundred years ago.

More than four hundred and thirty years ago, Emperor Jiayuan used a method similar to that of Yang Zongxian to kill several old ghosts in the Gangsha realm, and used their essence and blood to help Yang Han enter the Gangsha realm.

Shortly after entering Gangsha, Yang Han left behind his bloodline and left this planet, heading out of the sky, and has not been heard from since.

Now, more than four hundred years have passed. Yang Han's cultivation must have greatly increased in the place with abundant spiritual energy. Perhaps he has already become a great cultivator in the Shenzang realm, or even more terrifying. It is not an exaggeration to say that the mountains and rivers change color in a single thought.

According to this calculation, the cultivation level of the founding emperor of Great Xia has probably already reached an unfathomable level.

However, fortunately, these two people will not be able to come back, and no uncontrollable danger will occur for the time being.

In addition to the information about Yang Han, Shen Qing also discovered a lot of interesting things in these books.

First of all, the descendants of the Yang family are too few. Almost every generation has only one son, and there has never been a princess, only princes.

For a dynasty that has been passed down for more than 3,400 years, the royal bloodline only has two or three people at most, and there is not even a side branch. This really goes against common sense, as if it was carefully designed.

Shen Qing has always been very interested in the theory of bloodline. The sundial in her body is completely activated by the blood of the descendants of gods.

She always felt that, including the descendants of gods in later generations, there must be great secrets in this blood power.

Those gods and great saints who lived in ancient times may be radiating the future through their own bloodlines, creating influence, or even... coming back to life.

Sikong Yuan is the best example. If he absorbs too much of the inherited memories in his blood, he will not be able to maintain his self. As his blood awakens more deeply, the boundary between Sikong Yuan and the Demon Slayer will become more and more blurred.

Compared to the ancient gods and saints, whose memories span hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, the mere decades of memory of bloodline inheritors are simply insignificant.

The so-called self is ridiculously thin and fragile. After their bloodline awakens to a certain level, they can even choose to directly cut off this part of their memory and be reborn through a borrowed body in the distant future.

Isn't this a shocking method?

wow——

The night wind blew through the window lattice, bringing a rustling sound. The autumn wind was blowing slightly, and for a moment Shen Qing felt a slight chill on his back. He closed the file in front of him, stood up and left.

The three grand masters stood up together. One of them sorted out the books on the table and put them back to their original place. The remaining two respectfully escorted Shen Qing out of the hall.

"Slow down, Commander."

Shen Qing was alone, walking with his head down in the moonlit palace. It was late at night and everyone was asleep. His thoughts were inevitably confused and he thought too much.

Was what she was experiencing at the moment just a dream, or did it really happen? Or... was it just a memory that she had awakened again...

This star is already in decline. In later generations, even martial arts have become extinct. Only these creatures relying on the power of blood can roam the world.

But the starry sky above our heads is so vast, and the path of cultivation must not be interrupted.

Now, it is only more than two thousand years away from her future life. For a cultivator in the Shenzang realm, this time span is nothing, and their life journey may just be halfway through.

In other words, by her time, Yang Han was still alive, and had even become a powerful being with divine means.

While he was thinking, he looked up and found himself in front of the bedroom.

"General."

The female official standing guard in front of the hall bowed and saluted, and without informing her, she consciously helped her push open the door to the bedroom.

"Is your Majesty asleep?"

Shen Qing stepped into the palace, took off his outer robe, and handed it to the servant beside him.

"I just went to bed at 11:30 pm, but I haven't fallen asleep yet. I think he is waiting for you."

The female official responded respectfully, raised her hand to signal Shen Qing to enter the inner hall, and then stood aside, watching Shen Qing's heart and eyes, in silence.

The Grand Marshal stayed in the dragon bed every night. Although no strange noises were heard in the middle of the night, the relationship between the Grand Marshal and His Majesty must have been inseparable.

As for the face under the mask, there are probably few people inside and outside the palace, and in the court, who are not curious.

As a female official, she was the person closest to the dragon bed, but she did not dare to do such a rebellious act as peeking in the middle of the night.

The secret to longevity is to speak less, make fewer mistakes, and not ask too many questions. Unnecessary curiosity will only kill you.

Shen Qing opened the curtain and saw Zhao Yu curled up on the bed with the quilt in her arms, her big eyes staring straight ahead, obviously not sleepy at all.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Shen Qing was slightly surprised. In her impression, Zhao Yu always went to bed early and couldn't wait to climb into bed at night.

Zhao Yu squirmed on the bed, turned over, buried his face in the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "I can't sleep well when you are not here."

Obviously, she also realized that what she said was very shameless.

"You are so grown up, why are you still acting like a child?"

Shen Qing smiled helplessly, unbuttoned his inner robe, and stepped onto the dragon bed. For a moment, the heaviness in his heart dissipated a lot.

Zhao Yu felt a little conflicted when he noticed Shen Qing lying down beside him. After a moment's struggle between his conscience and his desires, he chose the gentle countryside rather than his worthless face. He covered his face, turned over, rolled into Shen Qing's arms, found a comfortable position, and lay down contentedly.

"What's the name of the person who impeached me today?"

As soon as he closed his eyes, Shen Qing recalled what happened during the court meeting and asked with interest, "What official position does he hold now?"

Shen Qing didn't care about the affairs in the court. Firstly, she didn't know how to do it. Secondly, she didn't want to interfere too much and hold the power in her own hands, which would not be of much benefit to Zhao Yu in the future.

"Li Mu, a censor who was just selected from below."

In order to clean up the bureaucracy and supervise all officials, the existence of censors is indispensable, but at this moment Zhao Yu was obviously angry, and he arched his back in Shen Qing's arms and said in a muffled voice:

"I will transfer him to the Northern Territory tomorrow to prevent him from gossiping again."

"No need to do that. This person is perfect for being a censor. Let him stay."

Shen Qing shook his head and smiled faintly: "He is right. My staying in the palace every night will have some impact on your reputation. Besides, you will have to adapt to being alone."

She only has five years left. After five years, Zhao Yu will be only in his early twenties and will have a long way to go. He will eventually have to gradually adapt to the situation where she is not around.

"Now that Yang Zongxian is dead, why do you still wear a mask? Besides, who dares to gossip?"

Zhao Yu looked up, her face full of confusion. She did not notice the implicit message in Shen Qing's words, but was a little puzzled as to why Shen Qing was still concealing his identity.

In her concept, the emperor is the supreme ruler and is omnipotent. A single imperial decree can shut up everyone in the world. After all, not everyone is like Shen Qing, who has the ability to commit regicide.

We already have an empress, so why should we be afraid of having another female general? Besides, Shen Qing faked his death in order to avoid Yang Zongxian's sight, but there is no need for that now.

"You will know later..."

Shen Qing's expression remained unchanged. Without further explanation, he slowly closed his eyes.

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Time flies like water, and in the blink of an eye, four seasons of winter and summer have passed.

As Zhao Yu sat on the throne for a longer time, he became more and more adept at handling government affairs. His ability to handle government affairs was gradually improved day by day, and his personality gradually became more stable and introverted.

In four years, four rounds of imperial examinations were held, and a new round of officials were selected, which has gradually spread across the eight continents. The influence of the previous dynasty is fading away quietly.

Since overseas are now also within the territory, trade routes with overseas are becoming more and more prosperous. The resulting impact is that there are more and more fleets, and the distances they go to sea are getting farther and farther. Some sea areas that have never been visited by humans in the past have gradually seen the presence of fleets.

In the Jinluan Palace.

Zhao Yu was sitting behind the emperor's desk, his face mostly obscured by the drooping tassels of the emperor's crown, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

After she turned twenty, her figure had grown completely and she became taller. She had been in a high position for many years, and when she looked down, she was awe-inspiring. Her practice of ancient methods gave her an air of transcendence, and her every move exuded the aura of an emperor.

"If you have something to say, please report it. If not, please dismiss the court." Zhao Yu waved her hand. The repetition day after day had made her a little bored.

As she sat on the throne for longer, she realized that being an emperor was not as easy as she had imagined. She could not do whatever she wanted and there were too many troubles.

"Your Majesty, a small foreign country has been discovered overseas and has sent envoys to pay homage."

"Xuan." Zhao Yu nodded, without much surprise in his expression.

This is not the first time. In the past four years, we have discovered at least eight new exotic countries, if not ten.

"Announce the foreign envoys to come to the court!"

Following a loud shout, a group of more than ten people slowly walked into the hall, bowed and saluted, and said in unison:

"Greetings to the Holy Emperor. Long live the Holy Emperor. Long live the Holy Emperor. Long live the Holy Emperor."

The land of the Eight Continents is also known as the Divine Land overseas, and the title of the Holy Great Emperor has only gradually spread in recent years.

The outfits of these dozen people were very bold. The men basically did not wear shirts, and the women basically only wore chest binders and short skirts. Their wheat-colored skin exuded a wild glow.

Looking at this group of people, Shen Qing, who was standing at the head of the military officers, had a slight twinkle in his eyes and was slightly surprised.

Among the crowd, there was a familiar face, Wen Lingyu.