"Medicine, medicine..."

Chu Ci stared indifferently at the dying First Emperor, crushing the pill in his hand into powder.

"Let's stop taking drugs, starting with you and me."

Outside the palace, Zhao Yan, covered in dog muzzles, and Li Xiang, with horns growing on his head, were practically beating their brains out.

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Four hundred years passed in a flash.

As the saying goes, long separations must reunite, long reunions must separate.

"I'll tell you my name, and shock you. I'm Lingling Shang...!"

Before he could finish his words, Chu Ci tore his head off.

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Another eight hundred years, axelight and candlelight.

Chu Ci patted Old Zhao's shoulder, looking at Zhao Er, who, even with his head blown off, could still swing his axe and chop.

"Little brother, you, Old Er, are quite extraordinary."

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A thousand years passed in a flash, atop Meishan Mountain.

Chu Ci, dressed in white, stood in the wind, glancing at the current emperor as he hung a rope.

"Little dog, this crooked tree isn't strong enough. Let's try another."

Looking out over the capital, breached by countless treacherous attacks, Emperor Qiming, ready to sacrifice his life for his country, froze.

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[The treacherous erosion, the fall of Heaven.]

[Note: This book doesn't follow the 'traditional cultivation of immortality' path. There will be no mortals rising to the realm of cultivation. Instead, it follows the long course of history, the rise and fall of dynasties, and is guaranteed to satisfy our readers.]