The towering Kunlun Mountains rise three thousand feet from the ground and soar directly into the sky. It stands tall in the wind and snow and will never fall down for thousands of years.
Kunlun hanging in the clouds...
And above Kunlun, on the top of the sacred mountain, there is a vast ancient city that has gone through the baptism of time, known in history as the Eternal Imperial City. It is the supreme place of "eternal silence" in the world, immortal through time, and will last forever.
It is also the Imperial Court of Daxia.
The world is eternally silent, things are ups and downs, and "Da Xia" has been respected as the emperor for more than 90,000 years.
For 90,000 years, Daxia has been in charge of the supreme emperor in the world. Peace has prevailed all over the world, all kings have bowed to him, and his power has been unparalleled. However, the world has been constantly changing, and there is no such thing as an eternal dynasty in this world.
Daxia, which was once so prosperous in the world, finally declined and came to an end.
Summer is about to begin!
The wind and snow passed over the Celestial City, obliterating Kunlun, but it could not hide the bloody light that shot into the sky.
At this time, in the imperial court at the top of Kunlun, there were corpses strewn all over the ground, and the blood dyed the snow red, dazzling red. However, the sounds of fighting and fighting had long been silenced, and everything was obviously settled.
The country will be destroyed, and the great "Xia" will fall!
Everyone was silent. They all looked towards the imperial court opposite, where there was a young man standing alone.
The young man was wearing a silver robe with gold threads, and his face was elegant and plain. He was holding an ancient sword and carrying the imperial court on his back. He stood proudly and faced the enemies alone without showing any panic.
Behind him there is only an empty imperial court of Great Xia, but in front of him are the enemies of the world!
In the wind and snow, one man stood alone in front of the imperial court with a knife.
At this moment, this vast world, this majestic Kunlun, and the Imperial Court of Great Xia, which once symbolized supreme power, all became his background.
Everyone stared at the young man standing with a knife, their eyes inexplicable.
"Why bother struggling anymore?"
On the opposite side, a middle-aged man in purple robes walked out. He was walking like a dragon and a tiger with majestic momentum. The flying snow in the sky was automatically separated without touching his clothes. He showed the posture of a strong man in every gesture, "Xia is dead, and you are the only one left."
Support, even if you hold the Great Xia Dragon Bird in your hand, you can't change the outcome of Xia Sui."
"One person's empire will eventually come to an end, and all the energy of the Great Xia will be exhausted."
He looked at the young man and said indifferently: "Xia Mang, you have only been on the throne for less than seven days. There are many things in this world that you don't understand. If you continue to persist in your stubbornness, you won't even be able to be the king of a subjugated country."
The king of subjugation!
Everyone's expressions changed. The sword-wielding young man wearing a gold-lined silver robe opposite him was the 168th Emperor of Xia. Unfortunately, he had only been on the throne for less than seven days, and he was kicked off the throne before he could securely sit on the throne of Great Xia.
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In fact, in recent years, Great Xia has been in a state of turmoil, with internal and external troubles and dire straits. The previous generation of Emperor Xia disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a legacy that was passed down to the seventh prince Xia Mang.
Therefore, a month ago, Xia Mang returned from practice and was directly promoted to the throne.
What kind of honor is it for a young man who has just reached the age of 20 to reach the top and rule the world in one step? Unfortunately, all this is just a mirror. Now that Daxia has overturned, he is already the king of the country.
"I really don't understand."
Xia Mang spoke, his voice was calm, and he laughed at himself: "I have great people in Great Xia, so many talented people, and so many masters. Why do you die when you say you will die? My father is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, and he is a great sage who is striving to become the best in the world. Why?
Suddenly disappeared, why was it passed down to me? These royal brothers were all outstanding men at one time, and their cultivation and talents were the best among their peers, but where are they now?"
There was too much confusion in his heart. Logically speaking, it was not his turn to sit on the throne of Great Xia, but he ascended the throne and then became the king of the country.
The complexion of the middle-aged man in purple robe changed instantly and quickly disappeared.
Xia Mang's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. He looked at the Three Dukes, King Shenwu, the princes, etc. Those once loyal ministers and elite guards of Daxia were now dead, crippled, and surrendered. This huge
He was the only one left in the imperial court.
Alone and helpless!
"Who can help me solve my doubts!" Xia Mang's clear voice spread throughout the imperial court.
The dead are silent and the living are silent.
"Yin Ye is the one who destroyed Xia." Suddenly, someone shouted.
"Yin?" Xia Mang's pupils shrank suddenly, "Is it the Yin Dynasty?"
The ancient Yin Dynasty...
Xia Mang was stunned and couldn't believe it.
You must know that 90,000 years ago, Daxia took over the world from the Yin Dynasty and stayed in the world forever for 90,000 years. Now that the Yin Dynasty has lost Xia and once again ascended to the top to take charge of the world, doesn't that mean that the Yin Dynasty... has been restored?
Already?
"Is there any descendants of the Yin Dynasty still alive?"
Xia Mang narrowed his eyes. As far as he knew, after taking over the world, Daxia had already exterminated all the blood descendants of the Yin Dynasty. Is there still something that could slip through the net?
While Xia Mang was deep in thought, the crowd on the opposite side automatically separated, and a white figure walked out.
This is a stunningly beautiful woman. She is whiter than her clothes and whiter than snow. She has three thousand green silk threads hanging down to her calves. She is like an elf in the snow, walking lightly on the waves.
She always looks cool and cold, refined and aloof, like a banished immortal, untainted by the worldly world.
"It's you?!" Xia Mang's figure was shaken and he said in shock: "Are you... a descendant of the Yin Dynasty?"
How familiar is this woman in white dress to him?
In Xiaonan Kingdom, sitting on Wangfeng Peak, he followed this woman to practice for seven years. She was the leader of his practice, and she was considered his master. How could he not recognize her?
The woman in the white dress came out of the crowd, and everyone stepped back and looked at her with respectful eyes.
Xia Mang took in all of this. He looked at the woman in the white dress with complicated eyes. He never thought that his biggest enemy was this woman who was always cold and calm.
Those dreamlike days, the picturesque scenery of the past, the dependence on each other in the fleeting years... Thinking about it now, it really seems like a dream.
He looked at the woman in the white dress with a trance in his eyes, as if he was from another world.
"Xianxian?" Xia Mang restrained his emotions, smiled, and said, "If I guessed correctly, your name should be Yin Xianxian, right?"
Yin Xianxian, a woman in a white dress, looked at Xia Mang, who was wearing a gold-lined silver robe, her eyes were calm and clear.
"Who will save a person's country?" Yin Xianxian looked at Xia Mang holding a knife and said calmly: "Xia is dead."
"You once said that I don't have the spirit of an emperor. Even if I succeed to the throne by chance, I will definitely be the king of subjugation." Xia Mang looked at Yin Xianxian with a complicated expression, "But I didn't expect that it was you who made me the king of subjugation.
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Everyone was silent. Everyone knew that there was a past between the two people, but they didn't know how much affection there was between them.
"Put down Daxia Longque and you can leave." Yin Xianxian said after a moment of silence.
Everyone was shocked. The middle-aged Shenwu man turned pale and couldn't help but said: "Princess, we can't let him go. This man is a direct descendant of the Daxia royal family. He can control Daxia dragons and birds. We must not keep him!"
The others also tried to dissuade him, apparently wanting to eradicate the problem and did not agree to let Xia Mang go.
The key is that the Great Xia Dragon Bird is so terrifying. Killing Kunlun with one sword can actually summon the dragon bird's remnant spirit. Once the overwhelming black wings spread out, they can even cover the sun, moon and stars. That scene is so terrifying and terrifying.
Before that, I don’t know how many people died under the Great Xia Longque.
As a direct blood descendant of the Daxia royal family, Xia Mang can control the Daxia dragon bird and awaken its remaining spirit. It is precisely for this reason that these people are unwilling to let Xia Mang go.
If you let a tiger go back to the mountain, it will eventually be eaten by the tiger. The Yin Dynasty has learned from the past. If Xia Mang is let go today, wouldn't it be a huge hidden danger?
The middle-aged Shenwu stared at Xia Mang, his murderous intent revealed. He always felt that Xia Mang was not simple and had great talents. Otherwise, how could the previous Emperor Xia choose him to succeed him?
If such a person were to be let go today, how many people would be able to control him in the future when he reaches the peak of his cultivation and then comes back?
Yin Xianxian looked at the middle-aged Shenwu and frowned.
The middle-aged Shenwu was startled and quickly stepped back, not daring to say anything. He knew that once Yin Xianxian made a decision, no one could change it.
"Put down Daxia Longque, and you can leave on your own." Yin Xianxian looked at Xia Mang and spoke again. Her voice was as clear and ethereal as the sound of nature, yet so cold and cold that it chilled people's hearts.
Xia Mang ignored everyone in the imperial court and looked at Yin Xianxian for a long time. He suddenly smiled and said, "No matter how good the country is, how can it beat the smile of a beautiful woman? Xianxian, if you had told me earlier that you wanted the imperial power of Great Xia, I would
Why don’t I give it to you?”
Everyone was shocked and their eyes were very strange. What did Xia Mang mean? Does he love beauty but not the country? Or is he knowing that he has reached a dead end and is making fun of himself?
The middle-aged Shenwu frowned. He really couldn't understand Xia Mang. Is this young man really so open-minded that he doesn't even take the imperial power in his eyes?
"Let it go." Yin Xianxian stared at Xia Mang and said softly.
"Easier said than done?"
Xia Mang glanced around, sizing up the Kunlun Mountains, and said: "Now that all life in the world is in ruins and Daxia has been destroyed, I have become the king of subjugation. I will be nailed to the pillar of shame of Daxia, and will be infamy for thousands of years and be reviled by millions of people."
The king of a subjugated country will be infamy throughout the ages. A living king of a subjugated country will have this shame and humiliation engraved in his heart day and night. He will not dare to forget it, and he will not be able to forget it. But others cannot understand the feeling.
"But what does the loss of Daxia have to do with me?"
Xia Mang's face suddenly became cold, and his tone suddenly changed, "I was originally an abandoned son who was exiled. I didn't return home for ten years and no one cared about me. However, I was forcibly recalled to succeed me when the building was about to collapse. Now this big country
If Xia dies, then he dies, I finally tried my best..."
His voice became deeper and deeper, "I tried my best."
Everyone was silent as they looked at the isolated figure in the wind and snow.
Xia Mang looked at Yin Xianxian with a sad expression, then suddenly laughed and said: "Xianxian, if you want this imperial power in the world, I will give it to you. For you, I will become the king of subjugation who is destined to be humiliated!"
His eyes are unpredictable, seeming to hide thousands of thoughts and feelings.
Yin Xianxian stared at the downcast man standing with a knife, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She knew Xia Mang very well, but now she couldn't see through it. Did he really let go, or was he taking a roundabout way?
"Keng!"
Xia Mang threw the knife, and the Great Xia Dragon Bird fell into the ground nearly a foot deep, almost buried in the deep snow. He turned around and looked at the empty Great Xia Imperial Court. His eyes suddenly became as deep as the sea. He spoke in a very low voice and murmured.
: "Xia Mang is incompetent, but I am still alive after all!"
If you stay alive, there is hope.
"If I become the Qing Emperor in his future years, I will be rewarded with peach blossoms."
He said, this time his voice spread throughout Kunlun and the Imperial Court, "It's a pity that I am not the ancient Qing Emperor, I am just the weak and incompetent Emperor Xia."
He turned around.
The famous sword in the city, the Great Xia Dragon Bird, is now left behind, one person with one sword, drifting away, inexplicably sad.
He walked up to Yin Xianxian and looked at this beautiful and elegant woman. His eyes became warm and intoxicating. At this moment, he was like the most infatuated man in the world, who would give up everything for the woman he loved, even the picturesque country.
At this moment, how can he still be as lonely and deep as he was when he turned around and faced the Imperial Court of Great Xia?
"I'm leaving."
He passed by Yin Xianxian, and his smile gradually faded, as if the prosperity had faded away.
Yin Xianxian turned around and looked at Xia Mang who was walking on the soft snow. His eyes were a little dazed and he couldn't help but ask: "Where are you going?"
"Xiao Nanguo." Xia Mang stopped, looked back at Yin Xianxian, and said softly: "Isn't it just for this day that you taught me the Secret of Love?"
"You know?" Yin Xianxian's pretty face changed slightly.
"People who have traveled through the green mountains are still young, and their red lips are full of smiles." Xia Mang smiled and said, "I miss you deeply, and my love is cherished by time. I am trapped in Xiaonan Country and will never join the world again. You should rest assured."
If he continues to move forward, he will go down to Kunlun along the stone steps.
"You are not allowed to go to Xiaonan Country again." Yin Xianxian's cold voice came, causing Xia Mang's figure to stagnate slightly, and said: "Then where should I go, to the end of the world?"
If the king of a subjugated country falls to the end of the world, how can he survive?
You must know that there are too many strong people in this world, and although his cultivation level is acceptable, he has not entered the "Nine Transformations" after all. He has not been able to break away from the nine major shackles of the human body. Unlike those who have transcended the world and become saints, and have gone straight to "Swinging"
Compared with the powerful and extraordinary beings who aspire to become sages, they are still too weak.
Although the human world is "eternally silent", this is the world of martial arts after all. Without an extremely powerful cultivation base, and without the help of Daxia Longque, how can he survive?
The king who subjugated his country was a disgrace to the Xia Dynasty. It was a "thorn" in the heart of the restored Yin Dynasty. There were too many people who didn't want him to live. He proposed to confine himself to Xiaonan Kingdom for some reason.
Safety considerations.
"Let's go to Prajna Temple."
Yin Xianxian's voice was clear and calm, "I built an Emperor's Palace for you in Prajna Temple. You will stay there from now on and you are not allowed to leave without my permission."
She paused slightly and then said: "The Six-wheeled Buddha is waiting for you at the foot of Kunlun Mountain."
Prajna Temple, Tianzi Palace, Six Wheels of Buddha.
Xia Mang's body trembled slightly. He closed his eyes. When he opened them, it was clear and clear. He slowly uttered one word: "Okay."
He stepped on the stone steps and walked straight down the mountain.
The stone steps leading down the mountain were covered with flying snow and were completely white. Xia Mang walked up the steps. He could not see the way forward and did not know how far the end was, but he had a direction in his heart.
This stone staircase road is called "Kunlun Road".
It is rumored that the "Kunlun Road" has a total of 99,999 stone steps, which can lead directly from the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the Imperial Court of Daxia. One of the 100,000 stone steps is missing, making a total of "five-nine", which means "nine-five".
"The Supreme Lord" symbolizes the supreme imperial power.
The imperial court of Daxia was stained with blood, Xia Mang's face was expressionless, he carried the sky on his back, stepped on the snow-covered stone steps, and walked forward step by step.
At the top of Kunlun, everyone looked at the back of Xia Mang walking alone, and they were all silent.
The downcast emperor, the subjugated king, the lonely traveler...
Yin Xianxian, who is whiter than her clothes and whiter than the snow, stands at the end of the "Kunlun Road", looking down at the man who is gradually walking away in the wind and snow. Her heart, which has long been frozen, suddenly feels sour and aching.
Inexplicably sad.
Sighing at the world, chaos arises
The world is covered in snow
Deep in the clouds, top of Kunlun
The imperial court is still there
One person’s country,
We have been enemies for eternity, who will save us?
Missing each other is unforgettable
Who will you draw your sword for in this life?
Blood-stained Kunlun, full of sorrow
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Today, snow has washed the world, but not Kunlun.
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