An Honghan gazed at the dragon's inner core. It was because of this that the people of Fengzhou had suffered a calamity for no reason. The dragon was dead, but the disaster had already occurred.
An Honghan's eyes narrowed, and with a swift movement of his dragon claw, he caught the inner core accurately. With a forceful squeeze, the inner core shattered into powder, and the specks of ash scattered into the water, disappearing without a trace.
Watching all his hopes shatter in An Honghan's hands, Dongfang Youyu's eyes revealed an empty look.
After many years, I still could not escape the fate of death.
He learned at a very young age that his lifespan was limited.
He didn't want to die, so he tried his best to find a way, reading countless ancient books in an attempt to prolong his life.
Just when he was about to despair, an ancient book in the library recorded a way to survive: by consuming an inner core and transforming into a demon, he could live.
At that time, he was really unwilling to accept it.
From the moment of his birth, he was named Crown Prince, and lived a life of wealth and honor. Through his talent and hard work, he finally gained the recognition of the people and achieved his current status.
But all of this was confined to a timeframe of only twenty-five years!
His future could have been much brighter, but he couldn't enjoy it. So, in order to continue living, this was the only way he could survive. Even if it meant betraying the world and causing the deaths of countless innocent people, he was willing to do it.
Unfortunately, it's really hard to survive.
Perhaps infected by the despair in Dongfang Youyu's eyes, Xi Xizhi actually felt that this person in front of her might not be so bad after all. Wanting to change fate is not wrong, what is wrong is that in his attempt to defy fate, he has caused the deaths of so many innocent people.
Xi Xizhi suddenly remembered a saying often uttered by sorcerers: before fate is calculated, it is unknown, and everything is subject to change at any moment. If one insists on knowing one's destiny, then the fate spoken out is predetermined and can never be changed.
"Take him back first," An Honghan said, breathing in his dragon breath.
Dongfang Youyu's identity is special. If he were to die in Fengze Kingdom for no reason, it would cause unnecessary trouble, especially since Dongfang Youyu is the most beloved son of Luyun Kingdom.
After spending so much time in the water, Xi Xizhi felt her whole body was swollen and longed to return to land.
But An Honghan can't exactly go out in his dragon form, can he?
“I have brought a change of clothes, which are on a distant mountain. If Your Majesty doesn’t mind, please wear my clothes for now,” said Master Feng.
How could I possibly mind at this point? Having clothes to wear is always better than walking back naked.
"After you survive the Heavenly Tribulation, you will truly inherit the bloodline of the dragon. You will possess immense power within you, even surpassing many of ours. Moreover, surviving the Heavenly Tribulation will allow you to ascend to immortality." Xi Zhen's gaze towards An Honghan changed. He thought to himself, "Some people are truly blessed with exceptional luck. Some people dedicate their entire lives to cultivation and may never have an opportunity like An Honghan's."
And the number of cultivators who are able to successfully ascend is even smaller.
However, he was able to seize the opportunity and overcome the tribulation entirely due to his will and strength.
When the two bolts of heavenly lightning overlapped, an ordinary person would have been reduced to ashes long ago, let alone the terrifying power of the final bolt of heavenly lightning, which probably few people could withstand.
Therefore, Xi Zhen admired An Honghan to some extent.
Master Feng took out a specially made demon-binding rope and bound Dongfang Youyu, ensuring he could not escape this time. This boy had caused such an outrageous incident, clearly indicating his wicked nature; we must not let our guard down.
If he escapes, I will definitely be held responsible.
When Xu Guoshi saw that Dongfang Youyu was tied up, he immediately ordered the white fox to carry him to his side. Seeing the child he had raised since childhood in this state, he shed tears.
"Your Highness, you are so foolish! So foolish!"
Dongfang Youyu lowered his head slightly, then looked up again, his eyes filled with a sense of powerlessness against fate.
"Imperial Advisor, you know I had no choice..."
"Who wouldn't want to live a long life, to be immortalized for a thousand generations..."
“I am talented and virtuous, why did I die so young? I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled…” Every word Dongfang Youyu uttered was a protest against the injustice of fate.
If he hadn't committed such a heinous act that disregarded the lives of the people of Fengzhou, Xi Xizhi would have surely lamented his injustice. Yet, he managed to transform his personal injustice into the injustice suffered by millions of people.
Therefore, no matter how pitiful Dongfang Youyu's cries were, Xi Xizhi could not sympathize with him.
He interrupted their conversation, saying, "Fate has been unfair to you, so do you think you can force your fate onto others? Do you know how many families you have destroyed in Fengzhou? How many people have experienced the sorrow of separation and death? You only think of yourself, have you ever thought of the common people?"
"You say you are talented and virtuous, but a truly great person would not sacrifice millions of lives for the sake of one person's survival."
Xi Xi's words were deadly, utterly devastating.
Dongfang Youyu suddenly realized that he had once wanted to use his talents to benefit the people of Luyun Kingdom, but... but when did he become so obsessed with life and death...?
Suddenly awakened by Xi Xizhi's words, Dongfang Youyu remembered the vow he had made in his childhood.
We want the people to live and work in peace and contentment.
Xu Guoshi also knew his original intentions. Seeing his stunned expression, he sighed inwardly.
Alas, it's just a cruel twist of fate.
Turning pleadingly to An Honghan, the Imperial Preceptor Xu said, "I do not ask His Majesty to spare His Highness, but I do ask that when necessary, His Highness be given a swift and painless end."
An Honghan nodded without hesitation, "I agree."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Grand Preceptor Xu wiped away the tears that were streaming down his face.
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