Time and busyness are the best medicine in the world.

Both of these were enough to make people forget the painful past and move forward with a new vision.

Seven months passed, from early spring to early autumn.

The people gradually came out of the natural disaster that had separated their wives. When the rice was golden, they realized that the most difficult days had finally come to an end and that everything would develop in a better direction.

Towns and cities began to send a memorial to the autumn harvest. Although this was not the busiest time yet, from the amount of grain reported in those memorials, it could be predicted that this year would be a bumper harvest.

Before sunset, Fang Ziyu finally finished correcting the last memorial.

Seven months had allowed this once deathly silent land to regain its vitality, and it had also allowed this girl, who had once lost her temper, to gradually adapt to her identity as an emperor.

"Yun'er, go out first. I want to rest alone." She waved her hand at the palace maid who was responsible for taking care of her daily life with a calm expression, but without losing her dignity, she said, "Yun'er, go out first. I want to rest by myself."

The maidservant named Yun'er beside him was obedient and did not ask any further. After saluting Fang Ziyu, she brought the rest of the attendants in the hall and retreated with Ying Ying.

When the hall door was slowly closed by Yun'er, the afterglow of the sun was cut off by the wooden door, and the hall fell into darkness. Only the eyes of the woman sitting in the middle of the hall door flashed with charming brilliance, like the dazzling stars in the endless night.

Sigh.

Then, a long sigh came from Fang Ziyu's mouth and echoed through the hall door.

Fang Ziyu, dressed in a gorgeous robe, stood up from behind the desk. She walked to the center of the hall and looked up at the empty roof. At that moment, the dazzling light in her eyes suddenly dimmed.

To be honest, she was not interested in the so-called Ning Dynasty Emperor. As for the title of Empress Chengtian, it was something that others had imposed on her. She just couldn't bear to watch the hungry civilians die from hunger, nor could she trust to hand over the authority to decide the life and death of the world to others. Although she was a little naive, she wasn't stupid. In the books Chen Xuanji had told her to read, it was mentioned more than once that an emperor not only had to be gracious and benevolent, but also had to be domineering that would shock the world.

She understood very well that now that Xia, Zhou, and Chen had returned to Great Ning, it was only an expedient measure after there was no grain in the world, and now there was a bumper harvest everywhere. The sages of the past were filled with lust. How could those heroic experts who had once submitted to her be willing to stay with others? Once they truly found an opportunity, the world would inevitably be bloodied again. Therefore, regardless of what considerations, Fang Ziyu could only take the position of Empress Chengtian.

This was because only when she had such a great reputation would she be able to condense such an irreversible public opinion, allow those heroes who were filled with ambition to dominate to continue to hibernate, and allow the world that had just improved to continue to flourish.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziyu couldn't help but sigh again. Her hands that were hidden under her sleeves suddenly moved. A vast force spread out from her body, but it instantly retracted. It was at this moment that her body suddenly disappeared under the wrapping of that force.

After a short but dazzling period of light and shadow, Fang Ziyu's body arrived at the roof of the Star Seizing Pavilion, the tallest building in Changle Palace. This was an ability that she possessed after ascending to the throne. It was not surprising. It was only something that she could accomplish after grasping a few laws that distorted space. Strange to say, Ever since he ascended to the Immortal Realm on the basis of the Dragon Qi infused from the world during the ceremony of ascending to the throne, With the arrival of spring, the days of the common people became better and better. The entire Daning Dynasty also had the momentum to flourish day by day. The cultivation of the recipe fish who sat in the palace and painstakingly corrected each of the memorials they handed over did not decrease in the slightest because of this kind of work. Instead, it became stronger and stronger day by day.

Such an increase was extremely significant, Every day she feels stronger than yesterday, As for how strong it was, She said that after the natural disaster, Most of the sects in the world had already been defeated, and the immortals amongst them either completely lived in seclusion and wanted to become True Immortals so as to jump out of this world, or they had already died in that calamity. To find an immortal in this vast world had already become a far more difficult task than ascending to the heavens.

Without an accurate comparison, Fang Ziyu was unable to tell what level of strength he possessed. Of course, she wasn't sure if every Immortal Emperor would receive such treatment since ancient times. However, if that was the case, she was puzzled. Although she couldn't tell how powerful she was now, she could clearly understand that such strength was far beyond that of an ordinary Immortal. If the immortal emperor of Great Xia had the same strength, how could he have been defeated by Lin Shou's arrow, Yellow Liang, and Dream, in his grand plan of unifying the country for a thousand years?

Standing on the roof of the Star Picking Pavilion, Fang Ziyu furrowed his brows as he gazed into the distance at the setting sun, which had only a faint glow left.

After the initial hustle and anxiety of ascending to the throne, Fang Ziyu, who had gradually calmed down, thought about everything that had happened before and after the calamity.

And the conclusion she could draw was only three strange words.

The grain storage area that Chen Xuanji had allowed her to carry, the hundred thousand troops that had just entered the antler plains at the time of the calamity, everything seemed to have been specially arranged for her. As long as she could obtain these things according to the established routine, she would be able to easily survive this calamity. This was not the first time that such an idea had appeared in Fang Ziyu's mind, but she could only think about the past and could not verify it.

However, the doubts in her heart, apart from those that could not be verified, were more things that she did not dare to verify.

Exactly where did Xu Han and the others go, whether they were within the hundred thousand mountains, and whether the hundred thousand mountains had truly returned, were situated in the west of the Azure Province.

If it had been seven months ago, Fang Ziyu, who had unloaded the Emperor's burden, would have rushed there without any hesitation to find out what was going on. However, when she sat on the throne, even though she didn't have time to go by herself, after everything calmed down, it wasn't difficult for her to send someone to investigate. However, the more she arrived at this moment, the more frightened Fang Ziyu became.

She was afraid that the west of the Azure Province would be empty, or that there would be no traces of anyone in the hundred thousand mountains, because if they were alive, the news of her becoming the Empress Chengtian would have already spread throughout the entire river. How could they not come looking for her? Sometimes, instead of piercing through the faintly invisible hope, it would be better to place it there. When you are desperate and tired, a glance from afar will give you a bit of strength.

This was the principle that Fang Ziyu had learned while he was busy in the Chen Kingdom. It could be seen as a kind of growth, but it was more like a compromise in his eyes.

After making such a compromise, Fang Ziyu would come to the roof of the Star Seizing Pavilion to look around every day. The other female empress looked at the sunset in the west again, and only she knew that she was looking at an old friend.

..

Today, Fang Ziyu was also looking west.

She looked at it for a long time as usual, but she was also a little distracted when she saw it.

Only when the setting sun had completely set did Fang Ziyu let out a sigh and slowly withdrew his gaze.

The dazzling light in her eyes also dimmed. She knew that this beautiful dream of remembering the past was over. She needed to return to the palace and eat under the gazes of everyone. She then continued to revise the memorials handed over at night. After that, she had to go to bed early, because countless new memorials would be handed over tomorrow. The cycle would never end. Sometimes, she could not understand what the meaning of such a day was, and why those heroes from ancient times would fight to the death for such a boring matter.

Fang Ziyu sighed again. Then, he packed up his emotions and wanted to use the secret technique that she had just learned to distort space and return to his bedroom.

However, her hand, which was hidden under her wide sleeve, suddenly stiffened in the next moment.

Her brows furrowed as she looked towards the northwest. At that moment, her expression suddenly became serious. She could feel an incomparably gloomy and cold aura from a distant direction. She was no stranger to this aura. It was the aura emitted by the Saint Weapons created by the Dark Asura Palace. However, the difference was that the aura she sensed was several times colder than the aura emitted by the Saint Weapons.

"Is it the remnant of Dark Asura Palace?" Fang Ziyu thought to himself that even though he already possessed strength that far surpassed that of an ordinary immortal, Fang Ziyu was still deeply afraid of the Dark Asura Palace that had once swept the world. It is like a venomous snake hibernating in a dense forest. Before it is sensed by you, you will not be able to detect the slightest trace of its existence. Once you detect its existence, the other party's fangs will probably tear open your neck.

Moreover, if they could really find the remnants of Dark Asura Palace, they might even be able to learn about the whereabouts of Xu Han and the others from their mouths.

These two factors added together. As soon as she regained consciousness, Fang Ziyu's eyes narrowed. Then, her stagnant movements under her wide sleeves moved again. However, this time, she was not going to her own bedroom, but to the direction where the cold aura came from.

..

The methods of distorting space were naturally extremely profound. Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even those Immortals who had long lifespans and claimed to be able to move mountains and fill seas, pick stars and take moons had never heard of anyone who had ever touched the lintel of such a method. Although Fang Ziyu had mastered this technique, time was still short. With her current level of mastery, it was still difficult for her to reach any corner of the world as she wished. She had no choice but to follow that aura and continuously use that technique several times before arriving at the former border of the Chen Kingdom, the Changwu Pass.

After using this spatial distortion technique, it was obvious that the consumption of Fang Ziyu was not cheap. She panted slightly and then raised her head to look in the direction where the aura came from. She could clearly feel that the aura was not far from her, and was instinctively hostile to Dark Asura Palace. When she arrived here, she was already fully prepared in her heart.

However, when she looked up and saw the situation in the Changwu Pass, Fang Ziyu was still deeply shocked.

The smell of blood was so dense that it was almost impossible to dissolve. The city walls were filled with darkness that even starlight could not penetrate, and the depths of the darkness were filled with ice-cold corpses. Vaguely, there were strange figures shuttling through the corpses, transporting the corpses to a certain place in the Changwu Pass at an extremely fast speed.

It took Fang Ziyu several breaths of time to suppress the shock and anger in her heart. She concealed her aura and jumped into the shadow of the city wall. She carefully followed the strange figures and walked with them in the Changwu Pass, which had already turned into a dead city.

It was hard to imagine that when she sensed this cold aura, she used a secret technique that distorted space to rush here. The entire process only took about ten breaths of time. It was hard for Fang Ziyu to imagine what kind of existence could slaughter all the more than a hundred thousand people in Changwu Pass in this short span of ten breaths.

She calmly followed the figures through the winding alley in the Changwu Pass. Finally, they arrived at an open place. It should be a certain market in the pass. However, at this moment, there was no longer the bustling scene of pedestrians and peddlers peddling endlessly in the market. There were only corpses that were lifted from various places by those black figures and piled up together into small hills.

"What are they going to do?" Fang Ziyu frowned and thought to himself. Very quickly, she gave the answer in her heart, as if she wanted to perform some sort of ceremony.

Her gaze began to sweep back and forth across the empty space where the corpses were piled up. Then, she discovered that right above the empty space, there was a huge black disk. On the disk was a throne, and there was a figure sitting on the throne.

Fang Ziyu frowned even deeper. She had seen many strange things in her ups and downs life, but this thing before her was something she had never heard of before. Furthermore, she could clearly feel the powerful aura that came from that thing that made her shiver.

She wasn't sure if this group of people was the remnants of Dark Asura Palace, but she felt that the figure sitting on the throne seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it for a while.

She poked her head out a little, wanting to see the figure clearly, but the other party's perception was clearly more sensitive than hers. Even though her back was facing Fang Ziyu, the other party could sense Fang Ziyu's existence.

At that moment, his head slowly turned around, and his pitch-black eyes met Fang Ziyu's clear eyes.

A cry of surprise could be heard in the dead silence of the Changwu Pass at that time.

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