As he walked higher, those who once knew him intimately became gradually unfamiliar.
"The heights are cold and lonely."
He sighed softly and threw the elixir fish back.
Stood up again.
The monk had disappeared too.
The place was empty, with only him alone.
The unequal power in the new world has determined that the pinnacle of the power pyramid is never the sovereign.
And now, this is not simply a story of "Divine Martial Monarch defending the nation" or "Li Xuan escorting relatives northward."
This is... a contest for the position of a nation's ruler.
This struggle is no longer like the "nine dragons contending for succession" because... since the rise of the extraordinary, the sovereign is nothing but a puppet.
...
...
In the third year of Heaven's Blessing, the third year of Zhao She's reign.
At the border of Yunzhou, the Great Yong army was pressing against the border.
The weather was scorching and the border was burning hot.
