Nathan trembled with excitement. Clearly, a grand drama was about to unfold.
The Emperor of Zhou, Six Kings (Chinese mythology), and the Immortal Sect—these were the main characters of today's show!
The clash between the three would undoubtedly be filled with danger, like a monstrous wave that could crush anyone caught in its path. The court officials all stood silently, their eyes downcast, pretending to see nothing. It was clear they had no intention of getting involved.
If even the high-ranking officials didn't dare interfere, how could Nathan, a mere Seal Officer, hope to survive if he got involved? He'd be killed in an instant.
"I'm serious about courting death!" Nathan thought, not wanting to wait any longer. If he could die today, he would immediately become the Celestial Emperor!
As his thoughts raced, a sharp voice rang out.
"The Emperor has arrived!"
A young man dressed in a purple dragon robe slowly entered, surrounded by eunuchs.
"So, that's the young tyrant?" Nathan muttered to himself.
From his angle, he could only see the thin profile of Sirius Ji. But that didn't stop Nathan from knowing all about him.
After going through his memories, Nathan knew that the previous emperor had only one son, Sirius Ji. Seven years ago, the emperor had passed away, and Sirius Ji, only twelve years old at the time, ascended the throne.
At such a young age, it was natural for the ministers to take control, creating a situation where the ruler was weak, and the ministers were strong.
If Sirius Ji had been born intelligent and hard-working, he might have had a chance to save the declining Empire of Da Zhou.
But unfortunately, after taking the throne, Sirius Ji indulged in pleasure and committed countless foolish acts that made him the laughingstock of the empire. Even after reaching adulthood, he showed no signs of improvement, becoming obsessed with Buddhism, spending his days debating scriptures with monks and nuns, and neglecting state affairs.
His behavior greatly disappointed the people, and many referred to him as a tyrant. It was as the saying went: when a nation is about to fall, it will have a foolish ruler.
But to Nathan, it didn't matter whether Sirius Ji was a tyrant or not.
The real reason for the decline of the Empire of Da Zhou was the Immortal Sects' revenge.
A thousand years ago, the Great Ancestor of Zhou had risen from obscurity and brought martial arts to its peak, shattering the heavens with his fists and trampling across the land. He forced the Immortal Sects to bow before him.
After founding the Empire of Zhou, the Great Ancestor declared, "All the land under heaven belongs to the emperor, and all who dwell within it are his subjects. No exceptions for cultivators."
He imposed strict imperial laws on the Immortal Sects, who had grown used to their freedom, causing them to rebel. The empire's iron-fisted forces crushed countless sects, ushering in the darkest era for the Immortal Sects.
For three thousand years, the Immortal Sects lay in ruins.
But after the mysterious disappearance of the Great Ancestor, the empire's emperors gradually became weaker, allowing the Immortal Sects to recover.
Over time, the emperors became less capable, and the glory of the empire's founding was forgotten. The martial arts techniques passed down from the Great Ancestor were lost.
After enduring thousands of years of suppression, the Immortal Sects regained their strength, reclaiming their pride and freedom.
Their long-awaited revenge on the Empire of Da Zhou had finally arrived.
Through both overt and covert means, the Immortal Sects had engineered the division of the empire into six competing nations. And today, they aimed to establish a seventh.
Once the seventh nation was established, the already fragile empire's fortune would collapse.
When that happened, the Emperor would lose his power, and the world would descend into chaos as everyone vied for control.
"If it weren't for the empire's fortune, the Empire of Da Zhou would have fallen long ago," Nathan mused.
The empire's fortune was truly a miraculous thing. As long as it existed, the Emperor was protected by a special aura. Anyone who tried to harm him would suffer divine retribution.
Otherwise, Sirius Ji wouldn't have lived this long.
But none of this mattered to Nathan.
His goal was the stars and the sea. As someone destined to become the Celestial Emperor, he couldn't care less about the petty power struggles of the Empire of Da Zhou.
All Nathan wanted was to die. Whoever helped him achieve that would be his greatest benefactor!
After the Emperor took his seat, he spoke softly, "Rise."
The officials all stood.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," they said, though their movements were sluggish, as if they were waiting for something.
And sure enough, moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside the hall.
Six men entered.
These were Six Kings (Chinese mythology). Their arrogance was palpable, with swords hanging at their waists and shoes still on their feet, walking straight into the hall without waiting for permission.
"Entering court without waiting to be summoned, sword in hand, shoes on feet!" Nathan, though mentally prepared, was still startled by their brazenness.
In most dynasties, it was rare to see even one powerful minister act so arrogantly.
But the Empire of Da Zhou had six!
Six Kings (Chinese mythology) didn't even bow to the Emperor. Instead, they tidied their clothes and bowed toward the man seated next to the Emperor.
"Greetings, Immortal Master!"
A chair had appeared out of thin air beside the Emperor. A middle-aged man, dressed in a long pale blue robe, sat there, holding a horsetail whisk, his demeanor otherworldly and detached.
"Greetings, Immortal Master!" the officials echoed, bowing in unison.
Even Emperor Zhou, seated on his dragon throne, rose and respectfully saluted the middle-aged man beside him.
"Greetings, Master of the Yuhua Sect!"
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