The Universe Is the Bureau and All Living Beings Are the Sons

"What's wrong with wanting to live alone? Why do I have to be surrounded by all kinds of evil karma? My relatives and friends want to add their sins to my body? My beloved must die, and I can't love him for the rest of my life?" The man roared up to the sky, the long sword in his hand had been broken, and his imperial-grade silver armor was in ruins, emitting a weak cry. The emperor's blood was spilled, and the laws of the entire universe were in turmoil, and strange phenomena abounded.