Master of Strange Dao

One was one, two was two.

I wouldn't just speak of your faults without mentioning your merits.

You once told everyone you wanted to change the heavens and the earth, to completely transform Dadui.

Unfortunately, those people all thought you wanted to implement the Earth Deity Dao, to change the heavens and earth and transform the system.

In reality, you wanted to bury all the accumulated ailments, disasters, powerful ministers, and corrupt officials in one fell swoop.

As long as Dadui remained, it didn't matter if it was your Shui family in charge or not, right?

At this moment, there's no need to be evasive. Almost all members of the Dadui Imperial Family have been killed by you; now there's no Prince qualified to succeed, am I wrong?

Right or wrong, if Dadui can still exist in the future, let the people of Dadui then argue about what kind of person you were."

Emperor Dui could no longer hold back. His gaze towards Yu Ziqing was full of complexity.

The breath in his chest seemed to dissipate at that moment; his straight waist could no longer stand tall.

He slowly withdrew, no longer approaching Yu Ziqing.

"I don't know what will happen to Dadui in the future.

But I know it would surely be better than the Dingmao Era, countless times better.

In the end, I still won."

Emperor Dui turned and flew towards a beam of light into the distance.

The next moment, a beam of light descended, falling into Yu Ziqing's hands.

It was the Jade Seal of Dadui.

Yu Ziqing received the Jade Seal, and his heart sank.

Damn it, this bastard completely schemed against him.

If Emperor Dui didn't die by his hands, Dadui would cling to him.

If he personally killed Emperor Dui, no matter how inept Emperor Dui was, he would bear the title of a traitor.

In a rebellion and usurpation, such titles didn't matter; when the victors wrote the history books, it would be called a revolution, overthrowing tyranny.

But if the successor personally killed the former emperor, it would undeniably bring a terrible effect.

No matter how loud the cheers at the time, later the title of a traitor wasn't something good.

Yu Ziqing no longer leaned back in his chair to act cool, hurrying to chase after.

Emperor Dui wasn't chasing anyone else but Jia Shisi.

He intended to die at Jia Shisi's hands.

Because Jia Shisi was the strongest. As long as Jia Shisi killed him, Jia Shisi would bear the traitor title for life, never able to shed it.

Thus, even though Jia Shisi currently had no intentions of usurpation, people could change, and Jia Shisi held great prestige. If he had no intentions, perhaps those under him might.

In the future, without Emperor Dui, others might slowly and steadily push Jia Shisi into a three invitations, three refusals scenario.

Blocking the emergence of such possibilities before they even sprout was the best approach.

Yu Ziqing understood these matters too clearly.

Human psychology was peculiar; when Emperor Dui was alive, the world couldn't wait for his death.

If he died at the hands of the successor, the world would gossip about the successor's ruthlessness for killing Emperor Dui personally.

The simplest paradox, persuading a good woman to become a prostitute, persuading a prostitute to reform.

Yu Ziqing chased for a while, only to see the Duobao Sect Master, surrounded by dozens of Magical Treasures, blocking Yu Ziqing's path.

"To whom do you belong?"

"To His Majesty," the Duobao Sect Master responded with a smile, bowing politely. "Please wait a moment."

"Do you know your Majesty is about to die?"

"I know. His Majesty cares not about life and death, only victory and defeat. Now, His Majesty wants to win thoroughly; as a minister, I must help His Majesty fulfill his lifelong aspiration."

"Who exactly are you?"

The Duobao Sect Master drew a line on his cheek, and a Painted Skin fell off, revealing a bald, faceless White Water Egg head.

"I once had a name, Jia Shisan. There is no need for you to pursue further; though my strength isn't as great as yours now, I can still stop you for a while."

Yu Ziqing's face darkened.

This guy was actually the legendary Jia Shisan, the former leader of the Faceless Man supposedly executed.

Who could have thought he abandoned his identity, his appearance, to become a dark pawn?

Looking at the dozen or so Magical Treasures hovering around and sensing the other powers faintly emerging there,

Yu Ziqing sighed lightly.

"Was this really necessary?"

"The Dingmao Era could not be saved. Ever since His Majesty ascended the throne and saw the physical representation of Dadui's fortunes, full of holes, plagued with calamity,

His Majesty understood that regardless of how diligent he was, how he reformed governance, it was beyond saving.

The rot was too deep, even curing the poison by scraping the bone wasn't enough.

The nation's fortunes were damaged, Great Devil hidden, signaling corruption and endless calamities.

His Majesty once enacted a bloody purge, but it achieved nothing.

Only by changing the heavens and earth, completely transforming, could there be hope.

And this required a heavy price.

Since His Majesty learned of the hungry ghost, learned of you, he made his final decision.

He believed that if he lived, he could win but not completely.

The only way to win completely was if he also died.

As a minister, one must only serve with loyalty and patriotism.

I am doing the most correct thing."

Jia Shisan softly chanted, and flames began to burn upon him.

His power, his lifespan, everything he had was burning.

And as the price for this, he gained the strongest outburst of his life.