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"I am the chosen one! I am the one destined by Heaven! I am the Emperor!"

"kill!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yuwen Shang immediately attacked. His Ice Profound Force, like a rainbow piercing the sun, transformed into hundreds of unparalleled frosts, aiming straight for Yang Guang, intending to repeat the scene of Nie Zheng's departure and act with reckless courage!

This was undoubtedly a disastrous move, but Yuwen Shang had no other choice! At worst, he could kill this tyrant and find someone to impersonate him!

However, Yang Guang just laughed wildly, and with a sudden grab of his right hand, an invisible force completely neutralized Yuwen Shang's attack!

This is definitely not true qi! Yuwen Shang's expression changed, but at this moment, even if he wanted to escape, it was already too late!

"Lord Yuwen, since you are about to perish here, for the sake of the late Emperor, I will show you what a chosen emperor is!"

"Tianjing!!"

Yang Guang laughed wildly, opened his hand and grabbed suddenly. The dragon throne shattered instantly, and a jade-like sword, its body entirely blue, flew into his palm!

The moment Yang Guang grasped the Heavenly Crystal Sword, his terrifyingly majestic aura intensified dramatically!

Yang Guang's murderous intent and evil thoughts, amplified by this magnificent and imposing aura, seemed to transform into a terrifying colossal god-like figure behind him!

With a snake's body and a human head, kind eyes, and holding a five-colored stone, it is clearly an image of Nuwa.

But upon closer inspection, the head did not bear the compassionate face of Nuwa at all—it was Yang Guang, a demonic figure utterly twisted, insane, cruel, and tyrannical!

With a divine body and a demonic head, the demon god seemed to be a fusion of two completely opposite and opposing things... and it exuded such a terrifying aura that it almost drove Yuwen Shang mad on the spot!

"Lightning and thunder!"

As Yang Guang laughed wildly, he waved the Heavenly Crystal in his hand, and the sky above Luoyang City was instantly covered with dark clouds.

Even more terrifying was a bolt of lightning that instantly turned Yuwen Shang, who was standing in the center of the hall, into black ash!

"Traitors and villains! The will of the people! The words of sages! Ethics and moral principles! It's all utter bullshit!!"

Yang Guang brandished the Heavenly Crystal Sword in his hand, laughing maniacally beneath the thunderous, dark clouds...

"Only power, only this one power, is the foundation that determines everything."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Outside the palace walls, Wei Lianxiang trembled as she looked at the Luoyang Palace, which exuded both overwhelming demonic power and righteous aura. Her terrifying and turbulent thoughts instantly returned to more than a year ago.

6. The Mad Emperor Sui

"Traitors! You are all traitors! I will exterminate your entire clan, your entire clan!"

Under the gloomy weather, even the magnificent Luoyang Imperial Palace became damp and dark during the plum rain season. In the dead of night, shrouded in deep, dark clouds, a mournful roar, like that of a night owl, echoed from within the grand palace.

The person who roared was undoubtedly the master of the palace, but he knew that it might not be long before this place would never belong to him again.

Under the dim light of the whale oil lamp, Yang Guang, with a pale face, drank strong liquor sip by sip. Although he was clearly in his forties, he already gave off an air of impending death. The waning spirit of a dying man clung to this emperor, the most honored person in the world.

Even dressed in a magnificent nine-dragon robe, he still lacked any imperial bearing... Instead, he resembled a gambler who had lost everything, a pitiful creature who had bet all his possessions only to be swindled out of everything in the end.

He drank strong liquor while howling and roaring, simply because he knew he didn't have much time left to live.

The Yang family's empire, the Sui Dynasty, will likely come to an end with my generation.

But in Yang Guang's view, this was not a fault of war, but a disaster caused by people! If it weren't for those treacherous officials and those foolish commoners, how could he have fallen to such a state!

Yang Guang did not think he was wrong. Was the expedition against Goguryeo a mistake?

Was it wrong to recover lost territory? Was it wrong to build canals? Was it wrong to establish the imperial examination system?

Yes, he was right in every way; he would never admit to making a single mistake.

Because he was such a stubborn and self-willed emperor, he had the extreme side of Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han, but he was even more radical and crazy than the two.

It's true that he launched the expedition against Goguryeo, and it's also true that powerful clans held him back. His imposition of exorbitant taxes is also undeniable. While the Grand Canal's construction undoubtedly benefited future generations, he also enslaved the people and appointed ruthless individuals like Ma Shoumou, who led beasts to devour humans.

In truth, Yang Guang understood all of this; he was simply too hasty. He offended everyone but failed to gain any true allies.

He wasn't a fool, but overly intelligent people have this problem: the arrogance of intelligence leads to stubbornness and a refusal to listen to the opinions of others.

But Yang Guang would never admit his mistakes; he was such an arrogant person. He would only believe that his downfall was simply because he had lost.

The strong liquor in his cup was finished, and Yang Guang could no longer see anything clearly. He began to weep bitterly, like a child sobbing on the ground.

No one could see his vulnerable side, but he understood that no matter how much he pretended, the empire was no longer his.

He's still in Luoyang, but soon he'll be sent back to Daxing City, or worse, he might be sent to Jiangdu.

This Luoyang city is no longer his city; even as the capital of the Sui Dynasty, he has no control over it. The city is now filled with people from the Yuwen clan, and even the palace is teeming with spies from the Demonic Sect.

His orders couldn't leave Luoyang, making him like Emperor Xian of Han—but unfortunately, Yuwen Huaji wouldn't be like Cao Cao or Cao Pi; he would only be more ruthless and heartless!

Everything he has will be taken away: his palace, his throne, his concubines.

Regret, tears, numbness—but what lingered deepest in Yang Guang's heart at this moment was undoubtedly—

Hatred!

He wanted to slaughter everyone in the world! To slaughter all of Goguryeo! To slaughter all of the Turks! To slaughter all of the powerful clans! To slaughter everything that disobeyed him!

Perhaps his recent madness in demanding that Yuwen Huaji find the secret to immortality stemmed from such an unrealistic fantasy—a yearning for a deus ex machina-like power to kill them all!

But perhaps, God heard his prayer?

In the distance, a streak of emerald green shooting star streaked across the sky, hurtling toward Luoyang at a speed invisible to the naked eye!

Just as Yang Guang was indulging in a life of debauchery, that green shooting star finally fell in front of him!

The stars disappeared into Yang Guang's forehead, and he... heard the voice of "Heaven".

But the sound was neither sacred nor mysterious... it was just the gloating pleasure of a mischievous child playing with an anthill.

"Hehehe, so this gift actually ended up in your head? Well, yeah, it's just that it's fucking hilarious!"

"Alright! Let me lend you a hand. Let's make good use of this sword and turn this world into a complete mess!"

……

Yang Guang was an emperor.

Even though he is now called a tyrant, even though his posthumous temple name is "Yang," a terrible title, and even though he is about to lose his empire.

As long as he sits on the dragon throne, he remains the emperor, the so-called reincarnation of the Purple Star Emperor.

Of course, this astrological explanation couldn't help Yang Guang eliminate those rebellious officials, but the fact that Yang Guang was the emperor was enough.

That's enough to attract something to be "sent" to him.

As the emerald light entered Yang Guang's body, his body trembled violently, and he murmured...

"Tianjing..."

He then saw an extremely terrifying illusion: on the battlefield of millions of demons, a woman with the body of a snake and the head of a human wielded a long, emerald-green sword, and amidst the endless onslaught of demonic shadows, she merely swung it lightly—

Millions of figures collapsed in an instant, the earth shattered, the world crumbled, and all things returned to annihilation and destruction.

He saw it again, a white-haired, heroic man wearing jade armor and holding the same sword, who used the sword to perform ten earth-shattering sword moves!

Light shines upon all beings, lightning flashes and thunder roars, fire phoenixes soar, the wind travels ten thousand miles, the earth's resources are boundless, heavenly dragons lurk in the shadows, the moon's radiance shines faintly, and the sun's light is without brilliance!

Then, Yang Guang saw another absurd scene.

Two figures clashed like gods and demons. The white-haired, heroic man and a group of other incredible experts were locked in battle with the red-haired man who wielded a giant amber-like sword, like a demon god. Just when both sides were evenly matched and both were badly injured, a white light suddenly appeared and snatched away the two weapons!

During this time, a burst of maniacal laughter that sounded extremely unsettling could also be heard!

Yang Guang did not understand everything he saw; he could not comprehend it, could not know it… but that could not prevent him from understanding everything he had gained.

"When things reach their extremes, they will reverse; when they are too strong, they will break; and when they go too far, they will fall short. When a mighty army is deployed with all its might, it will surely destroy both the enemy and ourselves. We should study the principles of Tai Chi, Yin and Yang, the Four Symbols, and the Eight Trigrams, break down the whole into parts, divide one into eight, and then human effort will be able to achieve it, and they will complement each other and be endlessly regenerated!"

All things in the heavens are incorporated into the sword; it commands the sun and moon, holds the heavens and earth, summons wind and fire, and commands lightning. A unity of heaven and man, invincible in battle—this is the Heavenly Crystal Sword Technique!

Yang Guang's voice grew louder and louder, and his eyes became even more piercing as he recited the incantation!

As he recited the final Heavenly Crystal Sword Technique, the emerald green longsword held by the heroic white-haired man appeared in his hand!

Tianjing is a divine weapon forged by Nuwa using eight million years of cultivation and four hundred and ninety years of time. She used immortal energy to drive the Five Flame True Fire to liquefy five-colored crystals, and finally used her legs and left arm, along with true essence, to create it!

A benevolent sword that exists to redeem all living beings, to fight against the demons, and to save humanity!

But how did such a sword end up in Yang Guang's hands?

How ridiculous! How laughable!

But Yang Guang understood that this "gift" was undoubtedly given by that voice... and his destiny as "Emperor" gave him the ability to wield this cursed divine weapon without suffering a tragic death!

The Lord of the Heavenly Crystal will enjoy endless wealth and honor, but also face imminent calamity!

But Yang Guang was already the emperor, the most honored person in the world, so the Heavenly Crystal could not make him even more "wealthy"... And as the emperor, he had a destiny to suppress this curse!

The person who gave Yang Guang the Heavenly Crystal used a mysterious power to seal the crystal's "will," allowing Yang Guang to use it freely without fear of backlash or rejection... But he realized that this could not change the curse of the Heavenly Crystal.

Yang Guang clearly understood that the curse of the Tianjing Sword would eventually take effect on him.

He was nothing more than a madman who borrowed this power; he was not anyone's slave, but he was like a slave to this power.

As long as he continues to wield the power of the Heavenly Crystal Sword and uses this divine weapon for his own selfish reasons, the curse will inevitably strike sooner or later, and one day it will drag him into this abyss of calamity!

But Yang Guang didn't care! He didn't care about the curse! He didn't care about any of it! He just didn't care about all that bullshit!

"Hahaha."

Yang Guang laughed wildly, feeling the power of the Heavenly Crystal in his hand. A vast amount of righteous energy emanated from the Heavenly Crystal, and this power continuously nourished him!

Tianjing was still that sword of benevolence, but strangely, it seemed to be hindered by something. Even though Yang Guang was something that did not meet its standards of use, it still unconditionally "supported" him.

Perhaps this is a fake?

Isn't it Nuwa's sword?

But so what? As long as Yang Guang can gain power from it, that's enough!

More importantly, besides the sword, Yang Guang could also feel a strange power growing within his body.

The Heavenly Crystal was giving back to his body, and all he had to do was kill people to maintain the power that interfered with and polluted the Heavenly Crystal.

Yang Guang didn't know what kind of power this was, but after he had controlled the benevolent sword Tianjing... Yang Guang felt that he should use a more ironic term to describe this power.

Let's call it... Grandeur and Righteousness!

His body was no longer the one corrupted by wine and women. The majestic righteous energy constantly flowing back from the Heavenly Crystal made him feel incredibly full, incredibly powerful, and incredibly frenzied!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Holding the Heavenly Crystal, he could hardly contain his urge to rush out and kill all the traitors and rebels.

But he suppressed the urge, knowing it wasn't the right time yet; he needed to lie low for a while longer.

He was going to fulfill his "promise"—to kill everything he hated! But everything requires preparation, and now that he had the power, he no longer needed to worry.

He's not going back to Daxing, and he's not going to Jiangdu either! He's staying right here in Luoyang, he's going to stay in this eastern capital!

As Yang Guang breathed in and out this majestic and righteous energy, he also strangely discovered the effects of this special "true energy".

Under his watchful eye, nothing within the entire Luoyang Palace could escape his notice, and more importantly—

They could not hide their actions, nor could they hide their "hearts" from Yang Guang.

Thinking of this, Yang Guang narrowed his eyes and revealed a cruel smile, finding it hard to suppress his playful nature.

"Summon Wei Lianxiang to see me!"

……

Wei Lianxiang entered the hall respectfully, his back bowed low, his expression extremely humble...

He acted like an old eunuch who had been in the palace for a very long time.

But he was no ordinary man. He was Yang Guang's most trusted eunuch, the most skilled in martial arts among the eunuchs, and also his chief steward.

Of all the rootless people within these palace walls, Wei Lianxiang was undoubtedly the best among them.

Eunuchs are an interesting group. In the eyes of scholars, they are eunuchs who bring disaster to the country and the people. In the eyes of the common people, they are villains who manipulate power and frame loyal officials. In the eyes of the emperor, they are also greedy people who are often sent out to be beheaded.

But they exist solely in dependence on imperial power. No matter how powerful a eunuch may be, he is ultimately just a puppet of imperial authority. Without the emperor, even if a eunuch enjoys wealth and honor, he is nothing more than a group of rootless people.

Yes, that's how it should be.

"Lianxiang, there's no need for such formalities between us."

As Wei Lianxiang respectfully entered the palace and knelt down skillfully, Yang Guang, sitting on the dragon throne, spoke in an exceptionally magnanimous tone…