[Historical Cultivation]+ [Eerie Mysteries]+ [Court Intrigue]+ [Lovecraftian Horror]
"Your Majesty, I am guilty!"
In the second year of Jianlong, 961 AD, 330 years after Xuanzang reached Nalanda Temple in India.
"I am guilty. I failed to break the sacrificial formation."
His horsetail whisk snapped in two on the Altar of Longevity. Xu Xiaoyao knelt before Zhao Kuangyin.
"My dear subject... rise!"
Two warm arms, bearing the emperor's favor, lifted Xu Xiaoyao. Zhao Kuangyin's round face shone with benevolence. Then he let out a quiet sigh:
"Since Chenqiao, you have worked tirelessly for the new dynasty. If Heaven must blame someone, let it blame me. I am the one who deserves to die a thousand deaths."
"Your Majesty!"
Overwhelmed by the emperor's boundless compassion, Xu Xiaoyao threw himself at Zhao Kuangyin's feet, weeping bitterly.
"To break the Wind Gu with a body afflicted by Fire Gu, one must have firsthand experience crossing the sea. I believe the key is 'willingness.' My mortal body is foul and unworthy of breaking the Gu.
But... the talisman will be passed down to my descendants. Fifteen years from now, I will use the talisman passed on to my son to break this Wind Gu."
Zhao Kuangyin's benevolent, round face twitched. After receiving a little imperial favor, Xu Xiaoyao, who had been groveling like a slave, let slip some unexpected information.
He drew his sword.
A flash of cold light, and Xu Xiaoyao's head fell to the ground.
