Chapter 67: Destruction before construction

"I know." The Water God said, "Without destruction, there is no construction. We only need a thousand priests to solve this problem. Why not do it?"

He said, "The throne of His Majesty should not have weaklings. Now, of the Seven Gods, only you, me, Fen Jin, and Mu Qingyang are worthy of the title. This is the survival of the fittest."

Leng Baibai looked stunned, as if it was the first day he met him.

"As for choosing who to sacrifice, the people of the old dynasty will inevitably be suspected of causing trouble. Junior brother, I don't want to see Long Ye's old ministers again."

If the old laws could be rewritten in the past, there was no reason why he couldn't do it.

"no……"

Leng Baibai looked down at Chi Changyuan and asked him: "Changyuan, do you think so too?"

In his impression, Chang Yuan was the kindest person.

Chi Changyuan lowered his head. His mind was still confused and his ears were buzzing, making it difficult for him to hear clearly what his father and uncle were saying.

But instinctively, he was unwilling to support his father for the first time.

"I……"

"Ask him why?"

Han Zhi's voice suddenly came from the door. He didn't know when he was standing there. He was still holding the soup in his hand. The golden light in his red eyes faded, and he slowly walked in.

"Han Zhi?" Seeing him, Chi Changyuan's eyes lit up.

Han Zhi ignored him, placed the soup on the table, and sat down. "Your Majesty, are you so anxious to dominate the continent?"

"You kid..." The Water God laughed, "What do you mean by dominating? We are all family, so it's naturally a 40-40 split."

"Oh?" Han Zhi also laughed: "I thought you deliberately let Her Majesty the Wood Goddess go. It turns out you wanted her, a sinner, to kill the God for you so that you could reap the benefits."

The Water God's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean?"

"So he isn't?" Han Zhi said, "It seems you don't know Mu Qingyang as well as I do."

"The Moon God's power in the Red Moon Grass is fake, but the formation she got from who knows where is real. She now possesses the full power of my good master and the Golden God." His voice was like a feather gently grazing through everyone's heart: "What do you think she will do? Her Majesty the Wood God doesn't have your kindness. Hasn't she always wanted this world to belong to her, Mu Qingyang?"

After he finished speaking, he jokingly said to Chi Changyuan, "Your Highness, with such a hardworking mother, your status will surely rise."

Chi Changyuan always felt that Han Zhi, who had regained his memory, was a little strange.

And at this moment, he finally discovered something strange.

"You let her go on purpose." He asked, "Why?"

"Of course, because I also want her to help me overturn this damn rule."

Han Zhi smiled: "Isn't this good?"

Chi Changyuan's pupils trembled violently: "No...how could you possibly think that."

War, blood, means death.

Han Zhiming...hated atrocities and war just like him.

How could he be like the burning embers of a thousand years ago?

"I'm not telling you this to let you blame me. Even if you do, you should blame Mu Qingyang."

Nan Chao Wenyan must die. Even if Mu Qingyang is not around, he will not let him live.

Therefore, changing the rules is the easiest approach.

"You've helped me take care of the Chaoxi Clan for so long, you should know that I'm the head of the Thirty-Six Departments." Han Zhi said, "To become the head of the Thirty-Six Departments, I need to kill all those who compete with me for that position."

His hands were already stained with blood.

Han Zhi's words echoed through the hall like a piece of ice dropped into boiling oil. Chi Changyuan clenched his sleeves, his knuckles turning white.

"You're lying to me." He said, "You've already lied to me once before, and I won't be fooled again."

Han Zhi frowned: "You worry too much."

Chi Changyuan's voice trembled. "You let my mother seize my divine power, and used her ambition to fuel the flames. Even Nan Chao Wenyan's death, was that what you hoped for?"

"It's not an expectation, it's my plan, but I didn't expect that I would lose my memory." Han Zhi picked up the soup on the table and ran his fingertips over the edge of the porcelain bowl. "I had no intention of saving Nan Chaowenyan's life, but Mu Qingyang's ambition was an unexpected surprise."

He looked up at the Water God, his red eyes devoid of any warmth. "You want to divide the world into four parts, Mu Qingyang wants to keep it all to himself, and all I want is to rewrite the rules of this continent."

"Why?"

"Of course it's because, in that secret realm, I met the Moon Goddess, and she showed me things that even you don't know."

He said, "Regardless of whether Nan Chao Wenyan lives or dies, the rules of this continent must be rewritten, because the Heavenly Dao intends to destroy this place, and its time...is running out."

"What did you say?!"

Han Zhi looked at their expressions and smiled: "Don't believe it?"

"Even if you don't believe me, you should at least believe the frequent disasters that have occurred on this continent over the past few hundred years. Have you really never doubted it?"

"I don't know how many gods I have to sacrifice, but the Moon Goddess told me it must be a sacrifice."

"Only with enough sacrifices can we call upon Heaven and negotiate with Him again."

"God exists for mankind. If he cannot protect mankind, what is the point of his existence?"

He said, "Isn't that right?"

Leng Baibai looked at him with inquiring eyes: "Have you seen the Moon Goddess?"

Han Zhi looked directly into his eyes: "White hair, silver eyes, very similar to you."

That's true.

But Leng Baibai also felt that something was not right.

"Are you sure there are no other conditions?"

The way of heaven?

What does this mean?

Let them kill each other?

"No."

Han Zhi said, "This land doesn't need so many gods. Your Majesty, don't you also feel that today's gods are too arrogant and extravagant, forgetting their responsibility to protect the people?"

Gods are immortal, and their offspring are inevitably gods. Over time, there are more gods than humans on this continent.

Even Yu Zian, a small cultivator at the time, dared to bully men and women and do all kinds of evil. It is conceivable what a real God would do.

Leng Baibai was silent.

The water god had nothing to say.

Chi Changyuan said: "Then according to your opinion, what should we do?"

Han Zhi walked up to him, his fingertips gently brushing Chi Changyuan's pale cheek. His voice lost its frivolity and became more profound. "Your mother possesses the authority and power of the Golden God. The Jin Kingdom has long been in her hands. But I will rule the Nine Lands and become their uncrowned king. Will you form an alliance with me?"

He turned to look at the Water God, his red eyes gleaming with a glare. "As you said, for the sake of this world, we must discard those useless old ministers. Your saying of 'survival of the fittest' should now be put to practical use."

The Water God was a little hesitant, but Leng Baibai made a quick decision: "Okay, you are my son, who else can I support if I don't support you?"

Rarely, Han Zhi did not refute.