Zhao Yu's arrival pushed the Xia people to the throne of planetary dominance and strangled the civilizations of other races into the cradle.

This is a fierce and a feat.

Whether it is the European, American race that has been gradually integrated into the empire, speak Chinese, write Chinese characters, convert to various schools of thought, or Hei Fei who is used as slaves, they will never know what their future would be like without Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu saw this empire and this nation ascended the throne of the king of the planet, and also saw a potential crisis.

Zhuxia has no opponent.

This is not a good thing.

Without enemies, there is no motivation. If you let this develop, you will eventually lead to self-destruction.

Either civil strife or decay.

But Zhao Yu has a way.

The vast starry sky is the enemy of the Xia.

Zhao Yu will give them a reminder at the right time.

The changes in the wind and clouds are changing, and the earth is turning upside down. It is a symbol of this era. Zhao Yu also sighed for it, perhaps he has a sense of accomplishment.

But that's all.

Before this, every change in this era made Zhao Yu happy because he could experience the turmoil of time and space from it. However, now there is no need. The Dharma image has been formed, and the foundation of the way of time and space has been laid. In the future, it will only rely on his own practice. External changes can no longer inspire him too much.

It’s just that my heart is full of complexity.

After returning to the other courtyard, life fell into a dullness again.

Occasionally, Cao Ang and other disciples would come and see him. Cao Yu would come and see if he could catch some autumn wind from Zhao Yu. His wives and concubines would occasionally go back to their parents' homes to see him. Just like ordinary people, their parents are full of trivialities and trivialities.

Give people a perfect sense of fulfillment.

No matter how ordinary life is, it is thousands of times better than the loneliness in the starry sky for decades.

Humanity is the way, and the power is the way.

In such a calm, the Chinese Empire changed silently.

In another ten years, the population doubled. In war, enslavement, assimilation and immigration, every continent on this planet, except for the Antarctic where people cannot survive, is full of the marks of the Xia people.

If Cao Mengde and Cao Ang were laying the foundation for this empire when they were in power, then Cao Yu's generation would be an outbreak.

The population of 300 million will double in ten years. The larger the base, the more the population will surge like a balloon under the policy of encouraging childbirth.

At this time, the empire finally abolished this national policy. It was discouraged and not stopped.

This is Zhao Yu's opinion.

On the premise of cutting off all other civilizations, the 600 million people of Zhuxia people are already the kings among kings. In addition, they are assimilated and enslaved, which is close to 800 million. Compared with the modern time and space that has never changed, it is indeed much worse than the unchanged history of nearly 10 billion people, but because of this, the average resources are abundant.

If encouragement continues, at this abnormal population growth rate, it is probably possible to reach the total population of modern time and space that has not changed history in a hundred years. That is not advisable.

Only by abolishing the incentive policies and abolishing the imperial rewards, so that normal growth can meet the needs of the imperial.

Three more years later, Guan Hai died in a separate courtyard.

Guan Ming's death seemed to kick off. From him, their generation of alive old men who were not as good as martial arts would be destroyed within a few years.

In the 20th year that Zhao Yu returned, Cao Ang also went there.

Time is like a comb, combing by, taking away those old people one by one.

Zhao Yu didn't know how he felt, but he just understood the mystery of time and had a deeper understanding of the fairness of this universe and the ruthlessness of the Dao.

He began to worry, worried that Zhao Ji and the others would leave him one day near, but he could do nothing.

He did not dare to bring Zhao Ji's five girls into the small world of Chaos Pearl. The comparison between the passage of time in the small world of Chaos Pearl and the outside world made him uneasy. He did not dare to spend too much time practicing in the small world of Chaos Pearl, and refine the inspiration of the heaven and earth condensed by Master Hunkong in the depths of the Yuanqi Pool.

He has to spend more time with them.

Every day, one day is missing.

Even if you can use the mystery of time to influence it all the time, the time you can spend with your wives and concubines still have less and less time.

Time flies and eternal flows.

Zhao Yu watched the people he knew and close to disappeared one by one before his eyes. The torture made him understand the immortal way more deeply and understand the cruelty of the great way more deeply. From anxiety to helplessness, finally calm down and treat every day with the most ordinary sincerity. All wives and concubines can be happy.

Seventy years later, Cao Yu died. When the fourth emperor of the empire and Cao Mengde's great-grandson was about to abdicate, Guan Hai died in a separate courtyard.

Guan Hai's martial arts practice reached its limit and there was also a prolonging life elixir, but even so, he only lived for a little over 200 years.

“It’s getting less and less…”

Zhao Yu was just leisurely in front of Guan Hai's tomb.

After Guan Hai left, the remaining people in the other courtyard went away one by one in a year, and Gao Shun was finally destroyed.

Looking at Gao Shun closing his eyes, Zhao Yu felt empty in his heart.

None of them are gone.

All the old men and all traces of that era disappeared after Gao Shun passed away.

I can't tell what I felt, but I just felt a little depressed in my heart.

Zhao Ji and the others were also silent.

Over the past seventy years, the relatives of wives and concubines, and the relatives of the same generation have gone, and even the next generation has almost been wiped out. Over the years, every sadness and every feeling seems to be a little numb.

The clouds roll and the clouds in the sky, and the sun and the moon rise and fall in the east. It seems to be unchanged forever, but people always change.

Everything is changing, but Zhao Yu seems to have not changed at all.

Only Zhao Yu himself knows what kind of hardships his heart has experienced over the years.

He knew that this was the greatest pain that humanity gave to people.

He cherished the days he spent with Zhao Ji and the others more and more, and tried his best to give them ease and happiness, and took them all over the world, traveling and seeing them.

Twenty years later, Zhao Ji died in Zhao Yu's arms at the age of 250.

The moment Zhao Ji closed her eyes peacefully, Zhao Yu's heart seemed to be beaten ten thousand times.

He could only silently bury Zhao Ji in the back mountain of the villa, right next to the ancient pavilion, so that the entire villa would always be in Zhao Ji's eyes.

A few more years later, Mi Zhen died in Zhao Yu's arms at the age of 250.

A few years later, Da Qiao passed away, and a few years later, Xiao Qiao passed away and Sun Ren passed away.

Zhao Yu is already alone.

The passing of each person is like an iron hammer, beating Zhao Yu hard. The heaven and earth are the furnace, melting Zhao Yu hard. He sublimated and transformed again and again. Finally, after Sun Ren's death, he seemed to be floating in the air and was isolated from the world.

The people in the other courtyard clearly felt that Zhao Yu was close to him, but far away in the sky.
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