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Chapter 905 — Don't Even Think About Taking My Life

The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 6

In the two dynasties of Chi and Ming, the Chi Emperor and the Ming Emperor left not even bones behind. Of the generations of Shanghuang, few met a good end. Kaihuang was overthrown, and the thirty-three heavens and the Heavenly Court were destroyed in a single day; a generation's great lord endured in silence in the Carefree Land. Jingping's reform faces even greater resistance. If bloodshed is required.

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. " The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping said with a smile: "Let it begin with you and me. " Emperor Yanfeng laughed heartily, then suddenly sighed: "I only worry that after you and I die there will be no successors. Many in this world are foolish folk. The gods wish to keep the people foolish, afraid to resist, afraid to change; and the foolish folk willingly embrace their foolishness, unwilling to resist, unwilling to change.

Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, look: we have reformed to this day, and there are still those who kneel and worship the gods and demons.

The greatest resistance to reform sometimes comes from these very people.

" The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping was downcast and grieved: "To give one's life for such people—is it worth it? " "It is worth it!

" Emperor Yanfeng said loudly: "Smash the gods in the temple, smash the gods in the heart. Some will hesitate, but there are still those who have not knelt! " His eyes grew brighter and brighter as he smiled and said: "After they rise to their feet, some will kneel again, but some will never kneel again. Even if you and I become sacrifices to this reform, there will still be those who continue down our road, until this world is changed!

That—is worth it!

" In the sky, a towering deity flew in, coming to the air above the capital of Jingping. He was so vast that he warped space itself, the Heavenly Court's tower-ships circling around him as stars circle the sun.

That was the Azure Emperor of the Eastern Heaven.

He rose towering into the heavens, his face level with the sky, white clouds adorning his waist.

This deity, majestic with righteousness and radiant with ten thousand beams of light, possessed unparalleled power and might; the capital of Jingping and its countless millions below seemed as though they could be destroyed with a snap of the fingers. A divine official flew into the palm of the Azure Emperor of the Eastern Heaven and knelt in worship, bowing his head with the utmost reverence.

Then he brought forth a scroll of imperial edict, bowed once more, raised the edict high above his head, and, stooping low, flew backward. "Here in my court there has never been such a custom. " Emperor Yanfeng said with a smile: "The Heavenly Court's rules are too strict.

" The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping said with a smile: "Your Majesty forgets: when the upright officials in court impeached me and Hierarch Shen, they knocked their heads like pounding garlic, until their brows bled.

" Emperor Yanfeng's face darkened, and he said sullenly: "I ought to have your head.

I will remember this for now. " "Your Majesty will not have the chance.

" The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping smiled faintly.

He caught sight of his wife and daughter in the city, and his heart ached, but he turned away, his expression unchanged. "Criminal subjects of Jingping, receive the edict!

" The divine official held the edict in his hands, his voice like thunder, resounding through the clouds.

As soon as the words fell, countless common folk knelt, and some wielders of divine arts knelt as well.