The Great Xuan has fallen.
Emperor Zhao Xuanyin hanged himself in the Taihe Palace, covering his face with his hair.
All 1,400 concubines from the harem were buried alive with him, and the other Zhao family heirs were all executed.
The news shocked the entire world.
Though the last few years have seen the Military Governors of the Twelve Great Provinces sequentially rebelling, with war raging across the entire Great Xuan realm, leading to years of chaos.
But no one expected this bloody conflict to end so hastily and abruptly.
It was even more unexpected that the Emperor of the Great Xuan, a true Primordial Spirit True Honor, would choose to hang himself.
This was, after all, a genuine Primordial Spirit True Honor.
For a ti, the common folk were filled with panic and insecurity.
Throughout history, the change of dynasties invariably results in a period of turbulence and unrest, and under such circumstances, the most unfortunate are naturally the ordinary people at the bottom of the hierarchy.
No egg remains unbroken when the nest is overturned.
As the common people were filled with unease over the sudden collapse of the dynasty above them,
the Ancient Sect Nobility of each province harbored significant doubts over this sudden change of fate.
"Hanged himself? How laughable, what rope could possibly strangle a Primordial Spirit True Honor? An Ancient God's belt?"
"Zhao Xuanyin was already old; the last ti he passed the Great Tribulation of the Primordial Spirit, he had already been injured in his essence, and there was no doubt he would perish in the next calamity.
Logically, in such a condition, he would fight with all his might, dragging so down with him.
How could he et his end so peacefully? It defies common sense."
"You are mistaken. According to the original plan of the Dao Alliance, the national destiny of the Great Xuan was only ant to last 1,500 years.
Yet Zhao Xuanyin, relying on his own ans, forcibly extended the dynasty's destiny by over 300 years, such ans among past Emperors are exceedingly rare.
Though part of this was because the Dao Alliance was focused on dealing with issues Outside the Domain and paid him little attention, without interfering.
But it also shows Zhao Xuanyin's courage and boldness!
And why Zhao Xuanyin didn't choose to go down fighting this ti, I think there is only one possibility."
"What possibility?"
"Haven't you noticed soone was overlooked in the Great Xuan's downfall this ti?"
"Who?"
"The Crown Prince of Great Xuan, Zhao Yang!"
"Yes, he is also a Primordial Spirit True Honor, yet with Great Xuan's downfall, there has been no news of the Great Xuan Crown Prince at all."
"So, that ans..."
"Zhao Xuanyin used himself to buy a chance at life for his eldest son.
Otherwise, with Zhao Xuanyin's thods, even if the six of them in Yang Du attacked together, he could still pull one down with him!"
"Interesting, with the Great Xuan already fallen and the Crown Prince still in existence, perhaps this Great Xuan, like the forr Great Yan, will form a Profound Heart Alliance or so such organization, hoping for a resurrection?"
"That is unknown, the Infinite Tribulation has begun, chaos is imminent under the heavens, and in chaotic tis, many heroes arise. If this Great Xuan Crown Prince can seize this opportunity, there might still be so chance for him."
"Alas, with the onset of the Infinite Tribulation, under the heavens, no creature can escape unscathed, it is a calamity for us, a calamity for all living things, a calamity for the world."
The fall of the Great Xuan Dynasty caused great waves among the common people, but for the cultivation world, the changing of dynasties was already a commonplace occurrence.
Don't ntion Primordial Spirit True Honor, even so of the older Dao Experts have already witnessed two complete dynastic changes.
It's nothing strange anymore.
What truly worries the cultivation world is the Infinite Great Tribulation that has already begun!
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In the Lu Jin Province, Tianlin Prefecture, Cang County, in the Li Family's Village.
It was the harvest season, large expanses of golden wheat heads swayed with the strong wind, issuing a crisp rustling, the waves of wheat undulating in the breeze, shining brilliantly, an incomparably magnificent sight.
On the ridges, farrs preparing for the harvest gathered in small groups, faces brimming with joy and anticipation.
So were enthusiastically chatting, sharing their hopes for a bountiful harvest; others quietly gazed at the fertile wheat fields, as if counting each plump grain of wheat.
The distant village with its smoke rising in wisps blended into this harvest scene, collectively painting a thriving picture of a fruitful harvest year.
The conclusion of incessant years of war allowed these farrs, who had suffered so much from the ravages of war, to finally enjoy a period of peace and tranquility.
Farrs don't have many desires, they are content just to stay with their family, tending to their small plots, keeping warm and fed.
With the sound of wheat stalks being cut, bundles of full, golden wheat were being piled up.
But while everyone was busy with the vigorous harvest of this year's bounty, a solitary figure was hiding under an old tree on the ridge, pinching seeds and mumbling continuously.
"A bunch of country bumpkins who only know manual labor, just farming year-round; yet the little wheat they harvest in a year isn't enough to drink a few drinks, they are so diligent for nothing.
Stuffed full for nothing."
The one speaking was nad Li Lang, known as the laziest man in the Li Family's Village, a notorious sluggard.
Year-round, he neither labors nor works, rely getting by through petty thievery, freeloading here and there.
Moreover, this guy is unbelievably lazy himself, and whenever he sees others working, it's always with a face full of sneers and muttering sarcastically, for which he is widely disliked in the Li Family's Village.
But since he's a rogue and rascal by nature, he can't be driven away, and over ti, he beca a plague in the village, soone everyone avoided.
Casually spitting out seed shells, Li Lang rolled his eyes while watching his fellow villagers working hard in the fields, filled with resentnt and mockery.
Work, and work, that's all they do.
No wonder they're trapped in this backwater their whole lives.
See how capable you are.
You do a bit of work here and there, acting all high and mighty with , looking down on . Wait until I'm rich, I'll deal with each one of you.
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