Zhu Bei tiredly came to the conclusion: This world should be ruined.
He broke through that layer of illusion - the so-called way of heaven is just a game script imposed by another world. Follow the plot? Every step is a dangerous situation.
The only two people who are awake: he and Qi Wulu, the source of inner demons who are trapped on the top of Huaxuan Peak and labeled as the "Ultimate Demon" by Heaven.
Zhu Bei, who carries the blood of the first-generation demon emperor who has returned to his ancestors, is the future demon king appointed by heaven. The price of noble lineage is the smoke of memory. Xuan Hu's ambition to help the world has not been fulfilled, and the spiritual roots of the plants and trees have been destroyed. He has been dealing with the demon clan for many years before he escaped from house arrest.
Qi Wuhuo used his inner demon as a guide to send the truth about the destruction of the world to the ears of the higher-ups in the Three Realms.
The only person who responded was Zhu Bei.
"This life has ended." Qi Wuhuo asserted.
Zhu Bei lowered his eyes and tightened his knuckles silently. Destiny? He wanted to take it apart and take a look.
A jade platform named "Pingliang Terrace" stands silently in the wasteland of the devil world. It is Zhu Beiluo's chess piece, and it is also his sword.
God declares: They are a match made in heaven.
Pingliangtai reply: If it is not what you want, tear it down.
Heaven's judgment: All living beings are destined to die.
Pingliangtai replied: One person is indispensable.
Is what you are doing the right path? Zhubei's fingertips traced the edge of the cold jade platform and asked himself for a moment.
Of course, the answer is meaningless.
Even though the road ahead was dim, even though the cause and effect were unpredictable, he chose the path he knew in his heart.
Saving the world is inherently difficult and dangerous, but the way of heaven is even more chaotic.
Qi Wuhuo is often trapped on the top of the mountain, with little news; Pingliangtai's subordinates sometimes make mistakes; all kinds of clues need to be sorted out; day and night are reversed, forcing himself to sleep...
The way of heaven is indeed inhuman.
Zhu Bei adjusted his slightly wrinkled sleeves and embarked on this road of salvation that was destined to drive him crazy.
N years later, Zhu Bei opened his eyes from his deep sleep, and his eyes were empty. Summoning his old subordinates, he sat upright on the jade platform, tapping his forehead lightly with his fingertips, his demeanor still calm:
"The choice of the leader of the three realms... I don't know, can I give it a try?"
There was silence down the stairs.
Your Excellency has forgotten again... You have been re-elected for three consecutive years, and your enthronement ceremony is just around the corner.
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Intent: In addition to complying with the irresistible flow of fate, people also have the right to choose to resist.