"It's too late to talk about this now. What we need to consider now is how to prevent Han Yu from coming to seek revenge."

Blue White Shark stood up suddenly and paced back and forth on the golden brick floor. Each step was extremely heavy, as if stepping on his heart.

His brows were furrowed, and his sharp eyes scanned the empty palace, trying to find a hint of inspiration to solve the problem. However, he could find nothing except growing despair.

The man in black observed the blue and white shark's anxious expression and felt uneasy.

He took a tentative step forward, bowed slightly, and said in a cautious tone: "Your Majesty, isn't Her Royal Highness the Princess Han Yu's wife?"

The blue-white shark paused, and his eyes fell on the man in black, as if he was weighing something. Seeing this, the man in black felt a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he continued with courage:

“Perhaps you could try this route.”

He paused, observing the reaction of the blue-white shark, and seeing that he had no intention of objecting, he continued:
"Then you can put the blame on me. Everything was my own initiative and has nothing to do with Your Majesty."

The man in black lowered his head deeply, spoke in a firm tone, and took all the blame on himself.

The blue and white shark's expression changed slightly, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little, and a hint of intention appeared between his brows.

He turned his back and pondered for a moment, as if he was making a difficult decision. After a while, he slowly spoke, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice:

"But I can't find where the princess is now..."

His voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared in the empty hall.

"Of course you can't find it..."

At this moment, a cold voice echoed in the empty hall like a ghost.

The blue and white shark's heart trembled violently, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

This is the imperial palace, under strict security. There is only one person who can avoid all the guards and appear here quietly - Han Yu!
"Han Yu!" Blue White Shark squeezed out these two words from between his teeth with difficulty, his voice full of fear and disbelief.

Han Yu, dressed in black, appeared in front of Blue White Shark and the man in black like a ghost. His face was stern, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his whole body exuded a chilling murderous intent.

The Blue Shark and the Man in Black were frightened out of their wits by this sudden change, and looked at the uninvited guest in horror.

The man in black was the first to react. He suddenly drew the sword from his waist, pointed it at Han Yu, and shouted:
"Han Yu, you are so bold. This is the imperial palace. You sneaked into the palace without notifying anyone. What do you want to do? Are you planning a rebellion?"

Facing the accusation from the man in black, Han Yu just smiled coldly, glanced at him with disdain, then turned his gaze to the blue-white shark, his tone icy and piercing:
"Of course I know this is the imperial palace. As for the message?"

He paused, a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said word by word:

"Your Majesty, do you think I need it?"

As he spoke, Han Yu slowly raised his right hand, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall, making people feel suffocated.

Nine spirit rings of different colors slowly rose from under his feet, emitting dazzling light. The terrifying aura swept over like a tsunami, oppressing the Blue White Shark and the man in black to the point that they could hardly breathe.

The blue and white shark's face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from his forehead.

He swallowed hard, trying to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said in a trembling voice:
"If, if it were an ordinary person, of course it would be necessary, but my dear, it is not necessary..."

Han Yu snorted coldly, restraining some of his breath, but his tone was still icy cold:
"In this case, Your Majesty, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

He stared at the blue shark with a sharp gaze and said word by word:

"About shooting my grandpa."

The blue and white shark and the man in black looked at each other and exchanged glances.

The man in black took a big step forward, and his black boots stomped heavily on the golden brick floor, making a dull sound. He met Han Yu's gaze without fear, and a firm light flashed in his deep eye sockets, as if he contained a resolute courage. He opened his cracked lips and said in a hoarse voice: "I killed the man, and I did the thing. All of this has nothing to do with Your Majesty. If you want revenge, come at me." After saying that, the man in black straightened his back, raised his head high, revealing his well-defined chin, and closed his eyes, as if he was ready to face death, waiting for Han Yu's sword to pierce his throat.

"You?" A sneer suddenly appeared on Han Yu's lips. This sneer was like a sharp blade, instantly tearing apart the illusion of the man in black who was ready to die. He laughed loudly, his laughter full of ridicule and disdain: "Haha. Do you two really think I and the world are fools?" If Han Yu really believed that all this was done by the man in black, he might as well crash his head into the Golden Throne Hall and die. He took a deep breath, and his cold voice echoed in the hall: "Forget it, I won't play with you anymore. Don't do things beyond your power in the next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light flashed in Han Yu's hand, and a long green sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The sword exuded a chilling aura, as if it came from the abyss of the underworld, which made people shudder. This was Han Yu's sword - the Qinghan Sword. He raised his wrist slightly, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the pale blue-white shark standing beside him.

The blue-white shark felt the biting coldness emanating from the Qinghan Sword, and his face turned pale. His lips trembled as he said, "Han Yu, what...what are you going to do?" He straightened his chest, acted like an emperor, and said in a timid tone, "I am Wan'er's father, the emperor of the Southern Kingdom. Do you want to kill the emperor?"

Han Yu looked at the Blue White Shark pretending to be calm, a scornful smile appeared on his lips, and he said: "Your Majesty, what are you thinking?" He paused, and his tone became icy cold: "How could I kill the king?" Han Yu emphasized the word "kill the king" very much, and each word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the Blue White Shark's heart hard. "But, for revenge, I hope that you will not appear in anyone's memory in the future."

"Kacha——"

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When Han Yu walked out of the palace, everything was very calm, as if nothing had happened.

A few days later, the Southern Kingdom conquered the Northern Kingdom and unified the continent.

A month later, the Southern Kingdom's emperor, Blue White Shark, passed away. With the help of Han Yu, the number one man in the Southern Kingdom, Lan Wan'er ascended the throne and became the empress.

Han Yu also became the regent, acting on behalf of the emperor, and for a time he had great power over the world.

No one can compare to him in terms of strength or status.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon, a hundred years had passed.

Han Yu's wife, Lan Wan'er, had a low level of cultivation and died of illness a year ago.

In the royal cemetery.

The royal cemetery is located in the back hills of the imperial palace, in a lush pine and cypress forest. Han Yu stood quietly beside a royal tombstone, his eyes full of melancholy.

The sun shines through the dense tree canopy, casting dots of light, illuminating the large gilded characters on the tombstone:

The tomb of the Queen of the South, Lan Wan'er!

Around the tombstone, there is lush green grass and a few unknown wild flowers swaying in the breeze, emitting a faint fragrance.

A hundred years have passed, and Han Yu has grown from a young boy into a white-haired old man. Although his cultivation is high, he is still at the Limit Douluo level.

Therefore, he is still a mortal, and he also has the experience of birth, aging, sickness and death, but his life span is much longer than that of ordinary people. Han Yu murmured:

"Wan'er, my old friends have left one after another, and now I am the only one left."

The cries of a few crows were heard in the distance, sounding particularly clear in the silent cemetery.

Han Yu's eyes swept across the familiar tombstones around him. The names engraved on them were all the royal children he once knew well, but now they are all buried here. "The emperor is now in charge of the world, I am relieved."

The voice of Han Yu is low and hoarse, as if carrying the vicissitudes of time.

"But it doesn't make any sense to me."

He raised his head and looked at the sky. There were a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, as soft as marshmallows.

The sunlight shone on his face, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.

"If I don't make any progress in my cultivation, I will die one day, and everything in the past will become a thing of the past."

A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, and also blew Han Yu's white hair, like strands of silver threads, fluttering in the wind.

"Take me, Han Yu. I reached the Soul Douluo realm in my teens and broke through the Limit in my twenties. But now, more than a hundred years have passed, and I am still a Limit Douluo."

"I used to be a little complacent and proud, thinking that everyone in the world was just like me."

"But I was wrong. It turns out that on this road, the limit is the end."

"What do I have to be proud of? I just spent more than ten years cultivating to a state that others would need decades to cultivate to."

"None of it makes any sense."

Han Yu closed his eyes slightly. He had already felt that his time was up. Although the Extreme Douluo in this world was very powerful.

However, there are no gods, so the lifespan of an Extreme Douluo is only one or two hundred years.

If Han Yu wanted to live, it was not impossible. But now that his old friends had left one after another, his cultivation had not improved at all, and he had enjoyed what he should have enjoyed, he had already made up his mind to die.

With this mentality, Han Yu's deadline will soon come.

"Perhaps, I will come to accompany you soon."

"Wait for me." Han Yu knelt in front of the tombstone, muttering.

Time passed quietly, Han Yu's eyes slowly closed and never opened again.
"The second test of the God of Destruction has ended. The evaluation is poor. The reward is level one soul power and the soul ring age is 500 years."

A cold voice, as if coming from the sky above, echoed in Han Yu's mind with endless majesty.

The voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze his soul.

Han Yu was originally immersed in a fantasy, but was awakened by the sudden voice.

He felt dizzy, and the scene before his eyes shattered like a broken mirror and finally disappeared.

"What's happening to me?" Han Yu opened his eyes in confusion. Everything in front of him was blurry and there was a buzzing sound in his ears, as if countless bees were flying around his ears.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from deep in his mind, as if a sharp blade was stirring his brain fiercely.

Han Yu groaned, hugged his head with both hands, curled up into a ball, and rolled on the ground in pain.

A large number of memory fragments flooded into his mind like a tide, and each fragment was extremely real, as if he had experienced it personally.

These fragments of memory gradually pieced together into a complete picture, which was the life he had just spent in the illusion.

"So that's how it is. Have I actually spent my entire life in a fantasy world?"

Han Yu took a deep breath, trying to calm the memories churning in his mind, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He stood up slowly, feeling the strength flowing through his body, a bitter smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"He has even cultivated to the Ultimate Douluo level. This talent is indeed much better than my current level."

In the illusion, he was extremely talented and made rapid progress all the way, eventually standing at the pinnacle of the soul master world and becoming the Ultimate Douluo admired by everyone.

But in reality, he is just a young man who has just broken through to the Soul Saint level not long ago, and there is still a world of difference between him and the realm of Ultimate Douluo.

"Bad reviews? God of Destruction? What's the reason?"

Han Yu's gaze fell on the assessment evaluation that emerged in his mind, and his brows furrowed tightly.

He clearly performed well in the illusion, so why is the evaluation so low?
At this moment, a tall and majestic figure slowly appeared in front of him.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and with a stern face. His eyes were like two black stars, deep and mysterious, as if he could see through everything in the world.

An invisible pressure emanated from him.

"This level is a test of arrogance, but in the illusion, you didn't see any behavior related to the test, so the evaluation is extremely low."

The voice of the God of Destruction was cold and merciless, like ten thousand years of ice, which made people shudder.

"Arrogant?" Han Yu was slightly stunned, and recalled the scenes in his illusion in his mind.

Do I have to be arrogant in this illusion?

However, Han Yu discovered from his memory that he was at most a little proud. After all, he was extremely talented and naturally had a pride that ordinary people could hardly achieve.

But this has nothing to do with arrogance, so I am not sticking to the theme?

Got points deducted?

"Yes, it's just what you think."

The God of Destruction seemed to see through Han Yu's thoughts, and there was no emotion in his voice.

"The so-called seven deadly sins are the tests set by this God King. At each level, you must embody the essence of this test and then abandon it, only then can you get a high score."

The voice of the God of Destruction was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in Han Yu's ears.

"For example, arrogance. You can disrespect God and anyone, but you must eventually understand that disrespecting anyone requires that you have the qualifications to do so."

The voice of the God of Destruction is filled with unquestionable majesty. (End of this chapter)