Daxia Kyoto.

It also started to rain.

It rained lightly at first.

There was pouring rain behind.

Zhao Wujiang sat alone in front of the gate of Yangxin Hall, sitting on the huanghuali wooden chair where the empress had been sitting in front of her, reading poetry and books.

He watched the water droplets falling from the dark sky. The water droplets were densely packed, each one as big as a soybean, and they hit the ground, causing splashes in all directions.

The smell of water vapor mixed with dust rushed toward his face. He didn't hide or avoid it. His face remained gentle and his eyes were extremely deep.

He already had a premonition that the world was on the final road to collapse.

A quarter of an hour ago, he felt that Kyoto seemed to be shaking and shaking, as if an earthquake had erupted not far from Kyoto.

There has been some chaos in Kyoto recently.

When Zhao Wujiang sent the empress and others away, he issued an imperial edict to his colleagues in the Great Xia court.

The content of the imperial edict is a simple and relatively obscure description of what is going to happen, giving everyone more time to deal with their unfulfilled wishes.

Now, with the earthquake that occurred a quarter of an hour ago, Kyoto has become increasingly chaotic. People are packing up their belongings and preparing to escape, or they are letting their hands and feet go, enjoying some food that they were not willing to enjoy before, and doing some things that they were not willing to do before.

In the official residences in Kyoto, panic gradually decreased.

It is different from the news that the common people passed from one person to another, spreading rumors from false to false, and the more they spread, the more horrifying they were, and finally they got the news.

The information these officials received was much more obscure and concise.

They knew that running was useless, and they felt a little more at ease.

Those who usually have grievances, most of them let go of their grievances, smiled at each other and put aside their grudges, and some simply started to take revenge. The world was in chaos, so what if they had a higher official position?

Old friends who are very close to each other on weekdays get together to drink and have fun to relieve their worries.

All the officials and junior officials put aside their busy affairs.

The entire city seemed to have stopped running for the most part.

But there are still some people who still stick to their posts and work conscientiously.

Even if these people know the tragic situation, they still do the same tasks they repeat every day.

Maybe it’s love, maybe it’s a commitment to responsibility.

Throughout the city, everyone is doing their own thing. There are fewer fights and more peace that has been lost for a long time.

Zhao Wujiang also rejected many last invitations from officials, and sat quietly in front of the Yangxin Hall alone, watching the rain fall.

He drank the wine calmly, the smell of wine entered his stomach, and the sword energy washed over his body over and over again.

The vast and boundless sword energy in his body is one of his trump cards.

He wants to use it to kill the enemy.

He also carries a lot of talismans in his arms. These talismans were all drawn by him. Although they are not too powerful, they can still resist the enemy to some extent.

His current cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and he can feel that there is a layer of restrictions in this world that restricts him and cannot break through.

He was even thinking about whether Ni Bodhisattva and others would stop coming and leave directly, allowing the world to collapse and drown him.

But he knew that Ni Bodhisattva and others would definitely come. After all, Zhao Wujiang's flesh, blood, and essence were all treasures.

"boom!"

A muffled thunder flashed across the dark sky, making a loud noise.

Suddenly, Kyoto shook again. This time, the earthquake was much stronger. It seemed that the scope of the earthquake collapse was getting closer and closer.

This time, the shaking in Kyoto continued, getting stronger and stronger, and finally turned the world upside down.

Under the heavy rain, the beams of Yangxin Hall and the surrounding temples began to crack. The rubble from the eaves fell to the ground one after another, falling into the rain-filled courtyard. Cracks soon began to appear on the ground, and the cracks continued to expand.

There were countless shouts and pleas for help in the harem.

Many eunuchs, maids, and concubines fled in all directions.

They stumbled and ran in the rain, and soon they lost control of their bodies. Their feet left the ground and floated into the air.

They rose into the air, stepped on the surviving roof ridges or high places of the collapsed temple, and saw a man standing on the collapsed ruins of Yangxin Palace.

It is as gentle as jade and as powerful as the abyss.
Chapter completed!