"Under the rule of Zhengyang Kingdom, I can't make my relatives happy at all, and I must be careful."

"It cannot save the human race at all, and the sentient beings in the Tianyuan Realm. They are just lackeys of gods and demons, and are the tools of the nobles and royal families of the former countries!"

A man is reborn dozens of times, but he will never have a good end every time and will have no good results.

Even no matter how insensitive a person is, he can know that as long as the Zhengyang Kingdom exists for a day, this world will never be able to make people happy.

Rebirth time and time again makes men feel that Zhengyang Kingdom is a dead end. If you want to get a true and perfect ending and everyone can live happily, you must leave Zhengyang Kingdom and take another path to save the entire Tianyuan Realm and save the people around you!

"I just want to live...live well!"

No one can share this feeling, he can only encourage himself.

"Come on, Ming Zhengde, others can, you can."

"Everyone can..."

I comforted myself like this, but halfway through the comfort, the man named Ming Zhengde suddenly fell silent and stopped talking.

Because he discovered.

There is no ‘other’ anymore.

Zhengyang Kingdom was the only major force in the late Warring States Period, and the others were just the rioters of small countries, bandits and the uprising troops within Zhengyang.

If he wants to change and achieve what he wants to achieve... he must try a new path.

He has no other learning object, he can only learn by himself - himself who has been back again and again.

Use your own death as the material and let yourself move forward step by step.

Walk out a path that can defeat Kun Yao, scatter Zhengyang Kingdom, and block the gods and demons from affecting the world!

——When I was a child, a boy who was not afraid of tigers felt that he would succeed, after all, others could do it, and he could do it too.

When I grew up, Ming Zhengde, who knew that I was insignificant, understood that everything in the world was far from that simple.

Because sometimes, on a dark and lonely road, no one can use it as a goal to imitate and learn.

I can only remove my blood and sweat and ‘develop’ myself.

So, since then, men have begun to look for such a path.

For this reason, we are constantly reborn and constantly reborn.

——A person is beheaded and needs to suffer once.

——Blind your eyes and it takes two pains.

——Cutting off all limbs will cause four pains.

——It will be 20 times to break all the hands, toes and nails on a person's body with a hammer.

——It takes more than two hundred pains to break every bone on a person’s body.

——The punishment for the death of Lingchi is from hundreds, to one thousand to three thousand times.

Ming Zhengde died ten thousand times, twenty thousand times...thirty thousand times in various ways.

And the number of pain may be impossible to calculate.

Struggle, struggle.

He felt that he was really just an ordinary person.

There is no good talent, no alert response, no wisdom that can see through people's hearts, no inspiration and keenness to find the right path.

He just used his own experience of death to pave a path to the long dark distance.

Use your own bones as the foundation and use your own blood scabs as the road surface. That's all life.

——When will it end? Such a rebirth?

——Where do I want to lead to? And what do I want to do?

Occasionally, I feel this kind of hesitation.

——830,013 Years of the Gods and Demons—

——First year of the new lunar calendar—

In the capital of the new country, in the palace, the young man sitting upright in the study room opened his eyes and his eyes were deep.

Ming Zhengde, who is already the peak of the land real person, can sweep the entire capital and even all the people in it.

Now, he has both parents and enjoys happiness in the palace.

His sister was the princess of the dynasty, and she was happy and never suffered.

Before the first rebirth, the straw doll that the sister never forgot even after her death never existed since the beginning.

After all, he practiced diligently and studied hard since childhood, fearing that he was not strong enough and did not go far enough, so how could he waste time and play house games? And if he wanted to have to use straw.

As for his own hair, Cangsong, it was the only capable help he could trust. Naturally, he cultivated his character and taught the practice since childhood.

So that shy and clever boy also became his current Shangshu Ling. He has been conceited since childhood, unpredictable, and loyal.

indeed.

The sister who used to rely on herself and liked to sleep on his thighs in the wilderness is now a lady from the noble family who humbled the emperor.

The little playmate who can hold his arms and be willing to fight for his life is now also a loyal minister who calls him Your Majesty the Lord.

Ming Zhengde didn't know whether this would be good or not...but at least, everyone survived happily.

He led less than a thousand relatives and friends in a village and cultivated civil and military generals in the court. He fought invincible all the way, defeated Kun Yao, defeated Zhengyang, negotiated with gods and demons, and created a new country. It was a miracle among miracles, incredible among incredible.

Even the gods and demons were amazed by it, calling him the person who was most likely to achieve a new gods and demons - both Xiantian and Jiuyou were trying to win him over, hoping that he would turn to their side.

Holy Emperor.

The saints of the world.

The gods and demons of the future.

These are all his praises.

Even Ming Zhengde formulated a plan to expel gods and demons from the mortal realm and expel the Tianyuan Realm.

"Your Majesty, this plan has hope!"

During the private communication, Cang Song said excitedly: "Borrow the power of the central earth veins of the Tianyuan, eliminate the influence of the Nine Nethers of the Immortal Heaven and the Heavenly Pass!"

"In this way, gods and demons can no longer come to the world and interfere with matters in the mortal world. We, the human race, can rest assured and enjoy peace!"

--hope?

There is never hope.

I struggled with my life and filled it with blood.

Recalling the conversation in the past, Ming Zhengde closed his eyes.

He has heard this conversation thousands of times.

Every time the plan is implemented, the failure results are unacceptable. At least once, hundreds of billions of people will die, and the new country will inevitably be destroyed and turned into a bottomless pit.

Countless deaths and endless repetitions have long felt a deep sense of fatigue in his heart.

——Why can’t I commit suicide when I was young and then spend my happy childhood again?

——Why do you have to struggle to live for so long, and live until the end of despair, and then be reborn?

Occasionally, occasionally, such thoughts always appear in Ming Zhengde's mind.

There have been several times when he was suffering from negotiating with gods and demons, maintaining balance, promoting the new internal affairs, and implementing those secret plans, he had already taken out his magical weapon and sword, intending to die happily for himself.

However, every time at this time, he would always recall those two sentences.

In the first life, when my sister died, her gradually cold hands and the words "Life".

In the first life, when Cang Song saved him, the sound that could not be heard on the battlefield was directly to the soul and "living".

——Life.

Yes.

Because I can't bear it

Because, I can't give up

Because, I can't really accept it.

You can only live on yourself - the longer you live, the better, and it is best to live on forever.

So again and again.

Time and time again.

Rebirth again and again.

Until now.

Ming and righteous.
To be continued...