An Le, who was sitting in the room, opened his eyes, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Naturally, Anle would not dare to do such dangerous actions as going to Chengtian Tower, exposing his identity, and communicating with Dahuang directly in reality. From the beginning, that was what happened in the deduction.

And the situation was just as Anle expected, even Yuansheng's thinking was rewritten.

As the great priest of Chengtian Pagoda, Yuan Sheng has a very high status. To ensure his credibility, it is not surprising that the gods would do something.

"However, Yuan Sheng seemed to react in the end and wanted to save me."

Anle recalled the memory before his death and thought to himself: "The gods may not necessarily have set a strong imprint, but just set some kind of hint. If the will is strong enough, this kind of spiritual hint can be broken."

"This is a blessing among misfortunes."

Having said that, the current situation is still extremely bad.

In the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, Anle could hardly find anyone he could trust, and he was called "every enemy", and the help that Great Wilderness could provide was minimal.

In such a desperate situation, even if the heart of peace and happiness is firm, I still feel extremely heavy pressure.

Anle spoke confidently in front of Dahuang. In fact, he was trying to convince himself not to give up.

Anle murmured: "I still have time, I will definitely find a way..."

Another day has passed.

During this day's deduction, An Le lived until the Heavenly God Festival three months later, and also witnessed the end of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At that time, a vast divine light descended on the Chengtian Pagoda, and then endless light poured out from the Chengtian Pagoda like a wave, submerging Yujing City and even the entire Great Zhou in an instant.

Everywhere he passed, the cities, the original giants, the monks... without exception, were all dissolved into the sea of ​​light, leaving only desolate ruins.

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Anle suddenly understood Xuanhui's original despair and pain.

The power belonging to the gods was far above them, as if they were not on the same level at all, and no matter how hard they struggled and worked hard, it would be in vain.

Sitting in the room, Anle was stunned and could not calm down for a long time.

Even though he learned the news in advance from Dahuang, the impact of seeing it with his own eyes was completely different.

In the following days, Anle tried to break through the deduction every day, but the results he got made him more and more desperate.

No matter Anle tried to break the situation with violence, killing the believers who came to participate in the gods' sacrifice, or exposing the gods' conspiracy and revealing the truth to people, in the end he could not escape the bad ending of the fall of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It seems that everything is really as Dahuang said, it is already too late.

******

On this day, it was raining continuously in Yujing City, thick dark clouds shrouded the sky, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped people's hearts.

Pedestrians came and went in a hurry on the street, and there were only a few sporadic customers in the usually bustling pub.

A haggard young man was sitting at the table, drinking cup after cup of turbid wine, staring blankly at the rainy street, his eyes lifeless, and muttering in his mouth.

"Failed...failed...failed..."

The shopkeeper didn't understand what the man was talking about, but seeing his decadent appearance, he persuaded him nicely: "Sir, please drink less. Is there anything in life that you can't overcome?"

This is not the first day that this young man has been drinking in his shop. A few days ago, he was still talking about "Maybe there is another way" and "There must be hope", but every day he became more depressed, until he became what he is now.

A look.

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, his beard was unkempt, and he was unkempt. When he heard this, he drank another glass of bitter wine and said with difficulty: "I can't make it, I can't make it."

The store owner was speechless for a moment and sighed: "It's getting late. I'm going to close my shop here. Please take care of yourself, sir."

So, the young man bought another bottle of wine and walked out of the tavern in the rain, letting the raindrops wet his clothes.

While he was drinking, he was walking on the street in the rain, looking very embarrassed. The passers-by looked at him with surprised eyes. Ordinary monks have magic power to protect themselves, and the rain is isolated from the outside, so their clothes will naturally not get wet.

However, people's eyes did not stay on him for too long.

In this busy Jade City, who would care about a frustrated person?

At this time, a disheveled figure wearing rich clothes walked up the street not far away.

"It's His Highness Gongming!"

Passers-by were a little surprised when they saw this person, but no one dared to come up and say hello.

"It is said that three years ago, His Highness was overly sad due to the death of Imperial Master Wuxu, and the hysteria that he had had relapsed, and it was even more serious than before. He is already a half-crazy man."

"It's a pity that His Highness Gongming was a genius three years ago, but now he is mostly useless."

"Hush - don't let His Highness Gongming hear it, he..."

Before the man finished speaking, disheveled Xuan Gongming glared at him: "Who said I'm crazy?"

"How many times do you have to tell me that I'm not sick?"

With that said, Xuan Gongming walked towards the man aggressively.

The passers-by couldn't laugh or cry when they saw this, so they had to say repeatedly: "His Royal Highness Gongming is not sick. We were wrong."

No matter how downcast Xuan Gongming is, he is still a genuine son of King Xuan. His status is extremely respected and cannot be provoked by ordinary people.

But doesn't this reaction make him more seriously ill?

After the pedestrians on the roadside gave way, only Xuan Gongming and the young man were left on the street.

Xuan Gongming didn't pay attention to this embarrassed and frustrated person at first, but after the two passed by, he stopped and turned around to look at each other blankly.

"you……"

Xuan Gongming walked up to the young man, looked at his face carefully, and said bitterly: "You look like an old friend of mine."

The young man staggered, raised his head and saw Xuan Gongming's appearance, tears flowed out unconsciously, and he lost his composure.

"There is no hope! Da Zhou... there is no hope!"

Xuan Gongming was stunned and speechless. After a long time, he hugged the young man tightly: "Junior brother, let's go home! Let's go home..."

Later, Xuan Gongming took the young man back to his residence in Yujing City.

This is a small palace, and there are not many maids in the palace. It looks simple and deserted.

Three years ago, Xuan Gongming would not have lived in such a shabby place, but three years later, the elders who originally had high hopes for him have given up hope, and his treatment has gradually dropped to what it is now.

Although the few maids were a little surprised when Xuan Gongming brought back a drunken stranger, they thought it was no big deal.

Compared with some of the things this half-crazy highness has done in the past, just bringing back a man is really not a big event.

Under Xuan Gongming's order, the maids cleaned the young man's body, arranged his appearance, and put on clean clothes.

During this process, the young man remained motionless and silent, like a lost puppet, at the mercy of the maids.

Soon, the maids were surprised to find that this young man's body was extremely perfect, with no flaws to be found, like a flawless work of art, which made them blush.

At the same time, after cleaning the young man's face and shaving off the stubble on his face, the facial features revealed, although they can only be called delicate, have an unspeakable mysterious temperament. Coupled with those melancholy eyes, they are not only beautiful but also beautiful.

Consciously attracting people's attention, you have a unique charm.

When the clean young man walked out, everyone in the palace felt astonished and amazed.

One of the maids thought to herself: "Where did His Highness Gongming pick up such a beautiful person? I want to pick one up too."

Seeing the young man at this time, Xuan Gongming put his arm around his shoulders and said with a hearty smile: "Junior brother, let's drink him to his heart's content tonight!"

The maids were not surprised by Xuan Gongming's title.

In the past three years, he has called him Junior Brother, Second Junior Brother, Third Junior Sister, and Master all over the place, but the person he calls is different every time!

So Xuan Gongming and the young man drank all night long, and he fell asleep until dawn.

In the blink of an eye, another few days passed by.

Many people in Yujing City have heard that Xuan Gongming has a man of unknown origin who lives in his house. He spends all day drinking to drown his sorrows and is in a state of confusion.

However, most people listened to this matter as a joke. After all, Xuan Gongming had done so many ridiculous things.

In the past few days since the young man settled down, his expression has become more and more dull, his breath has become more and more reserved, and his vitality and energy seem to be dissipating.

When Xuan Gongming saw something was wrong, he took the initiative to fight with him.

The young man reluctantly accepted the challenge, but was always absent-minded.

"Junior brother, I'm about to attack!"

Xuan Gongming grinned and said, "I'm going to wake you up today!"

"This seems to be what you said to me back then, right?"

Having said that, Xuan Gongming mobilized his magic power and took action suddenly. He has now become a monk of the Holy Sect. His momentum is not bad, and he is not considered weak among the younger generation of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

However, the next second, his figure flew out and hit the ground hard.

Xuan Gongming opened his mouth in surprise, then gritted his teeth: "It doesn't count this time, I wasn't serious just now!"

He struck again, but the outcome did not change. This time he flew backwards even faster.

On the other hand, the young man not far away was standing there with a confused expression, and just stretched out a finger.

Although he had no intention of fighting now, his almost perfect body could reflexively resist foreign enemies, and easily defeated Xuan Gongming.

However, Xuan Gongming is also stubborn, how could he give up so easily?
To be continued...