Xu Ziyan was seriously injured. When she lay in my arms, she was barely breathing.

She said she was dying and asked me to extract a strand of the Emperor's power from her body.

I looked at her intently, knowing that as long as the Emperor's power did not dissipate, she would never die.

I gently touched her head and smiled:

"Is this the first time you've lied?"

She turned her head away and said nothing.

I didn't know what her intention was, and she didn't tell me. She just said it was related to the fate of the world.

We headed towards the place where the Emperor's armor was hidden. She told me some things she had seen while I was unconscious.

The world had changed, and the so-called prosperous Tang Dynasty no longer existed.

An Lushan and Shi Siming rebelled, and the entire Tang Dynasty was in turmoil.

The once prosperous noble families were looted by the rebels, with men enslaved and women reduced to servants.

Of course, that's just a euphemism. In reality, men were either killed or had their heads displayed on city walls.

Women were sent to military camps, with the beautiful ones becoming the private companions of generals, and the rest becoming tools for the soldiers' pleasure.

As for the ugly women...

Xu Ziyan didn't continue, but changed the subject.

At first, she didn't know why the rebellion was so fierce this time, but when she saw Jie Yin and Zhun Ti, she understood.

The immortals and Buddhas did not allow peace in the mortal realm, otherwise there would be no offerings.

Despite the rebels' fierce attacks, they never dared to cause trouble in the temples of the immortals and Buddhas.

Many people had no choice but to become monks in the temples, offering their souls to the Buddha in exchange for peace in this life.

Wherever the Buddha passed, it was like a locust plague.

Those who offered incense money were often spared by the rebels, while those who didn't often perished.

Even elderly men in their fifties and sixties were falsely accused by the rebels of being spies and put to death.

The day the rebels rose up was the day I confronted the Buddha Zhun Ti.

I suddenly remembered the ancestral decree of the Emperor, forbidding the descendants of the Yin Dynasty to leave the Yin Dynasty ruins.

He probably felt that the immortals and Buddhas couldn't tolerate the bloodline of the Emperor and would do everything to slaughter the human race.

By using the most brutal violence, they would force the people of the world to submit, as the saying goes:

"The immortals and Buddhas are heartless, treating all living beings as straw dogs."

Xu Ziyan's eyes were filled with tears. In the midst of this turmoil, her family had also perished.

But she didn't blame me. She was a sensible girl who understood the root of all this.

She hoped that I would ascend to the Ninth Heaven and kill all those who claimed to have the compassionate hearts of Bodhisattvas.

We walked for a long time before we saw the platform where the Emperor's armor was placed.

This platform was called the Bronze Sparrow Platform.

Many people remembered the phrase:

"When the east wind doesn't blow, Zhou Yu has no chance; the Bronze Sparrow Tower locks the beauty of two Qiaos in deep spring."

But they didn't know that it was a deal between Cao Cao and the demon.

The outer gods couldn't touch the treasures of the Emperor, so he promised Cao Cao the well-being of his subjects.

In this Bronze Sparrow Platform was the Emperor's armor, under the watchful eyes of the Buddha Zhun Ti for thousands of years.

Now, Zhun Ti had finally met the descendant of the Emperor he had been waiting for.

He sat majestically on the Bronze Sparrow Platform, with his eyes closed. But I could still feel his gaze.

Unlike Jie Yin, he didn't stop us from entering the Bronze Sparrow Platform. Instead, he extended a hand, inviting us in.

We had no choice but to enter, but the moment we did, the Bronze Sparrow Platform was sealed in a dark, despairing space.

Pairs of dark, eerie green eyes glowed in the darkness.