The Immortal Emperor Returns and the Whole Dynasty Is Buried with Him

On the winter solstice in the twenty-third year of the Apocalypse, there was a grand ceremony to worship the heaven. Prince Ling Zhao was pushed to the rooftop by his biological father's decree, his aunt's mother conspired with him, his brothers and sisters cheered, and the whole court shouted, and he was burned in flames and turned into ashes. No one in the audience begged for mercy. Every face is smiling. But he wasn't completely dead. The power of the sacrifice to heaven broke open the eternal shackles sealed in the depths of his soul - the ancient lord, Immortal Emperor Haoyuan, woke up. Ling Zhao is dead. The one alive is the Eternal Immortal Emperor who once suppressed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. He reshaped his body, changed his face, and walked back to the imperial city that had just killed him, waving his folding fan. The city's imperial guards are still searching the streets for "a ray of remnant soul that is about to die", but they don't know that the person they are looking for is sitting on the third floor of the most lively auction, throwing things to the ground one by one to send their family on their way. The nine-layer formation destroyed the dynasty. No one is innocent. The emperor, the queen, the prince, the ministers, the imperial army - they knew clearly that the prince was innocent, but for their own selfish desires, they reached out and pushed him into the fire with a smile. Then pay it back together. On the day when the ashes are rekindled, under every brick of this dynasty there is a grave planted by them. ——My name is Haoyuan. The prince you sacrificed belongs to me. This dynasty belongs to me. Every time you laugh, you will cry again.