Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

In the desolate land, a dark red rosy cloud forever lingers in the distant sky.

This is a region forgotten by all living beings; even powerful dynasties consciously ignore it.

The menacing city walls encircle the coastline, preventing this forbidden zone from spreading outwards.

The stench of blood lingered, and a faint, mournful murmur echoed in my ears.

This is one of the Nine Realms of Absolute Life, the Rakshasa Sea.

“This place… is good…” Bai Xingling’s tail bristled as she rubbed her goosebumps.

The resentment here exceeded her expectations.

Even though Bai Xingling was already a demon emperor, the resentment here still made her feel uncomfortable.

Li Junsu also gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes narrowed.

The Nine Realms of Absolute Life truly live up to their name as forbidden zones for living beings; there are absolutely no living creatures within their perception, and the only feeling they evoke is discomfort.

"Let's go." Li Junsu strode forward, walking towards the menacing city wall in front of him.

All nine realms of absolute life are guarded, except for the Rakshasa Sea.

With Rakshasa Sea as his army and Yan Sansi present, this place is safe.

If Yan Sansi loses control, Xing Sha and Yun Wujing will arrive immediately.

Yan Sansi is literally the name of the person who guards the Rakshasa Sea.

After entering the city wall, in the distance are ruins that are already dilapidated and unrecognizable.

Judging from the ruins, there used to be a village here, and turning to the other side, a continuous coastline appears.

The seawater was dark red, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. What the seawater washed ashore were white, mangled limbs.

In front of the Rakshasa Sea, there is a simple little house.

"Yan Sansi has quite the air about him." Bai Xingling followed Li Junsu's gaze and looked at the small house in front of Luochahai, saying this.

Before the forbidden zone of life, a small house stands, and it is this small house that has blocked the sea's ambition to sweep across the world.

Li Junsu remained silent and walked towards the small house.

A knock sounded on the door, and a voice came from inside.

"Come in, who is it this time?"

Li Junsu pushed open the door and saw Yan Sansi sitting at his desk, patiently reading the book in his hands.

At this moment, Yan Sansi had a calm demeanor that was different from his previous impression. The sword at his waist stood upright next to the table, and his long hair was loose, giving him the appearance of a refined gentleman.

"The Northern and Southern Dynasties?" Li Junsu raised an eyebrow as he looked at a piece of paper on the table.

The above is one of the most famous quotes from Grand Marshal Huan.

Some will be remembered for their good deeds, while others will be remembered for their infamy.

"Yes, I want to research just how awful that era really was." Yan Sansi put down the book in his hand and chuckled softly.

"And the result?" Li Junsu replied with amusement as he looked at Grand Marshal Huan's words.

Grand Marshal Huan did not choose to be remembered for his good name or for his infamy, but instead chose to be remembered in history.

Huan Wen was a strange person. He was just one step away from becoming Emperor Wu of Wei. If he had insisted on taking that path, he would have succeeded, but the price, as he himself said, would be eternal infamy.

In the end, the Grand Marshal did not take that step.

But he probably achieved his goal: whenever the Northern and Southern Dynasties are mentioned, this meme king is unavoidable.

There's even a saying: "The Northern Fu clan, the Southern Huan and Wen clans."

"Heroes and beasts coexist, and some are even heroes in the early stages but beasts in the later stages," Yan Sansi said succinctly.

"There are many capable ministers, but the rulers are all useless."

"The generals are quite capable, but they all have the heart of Wen Hou."

“Especially Liu Jinu, who was as fierce as a tiger, his descendants, apart from Liu Yilong, were all beasts. In fact, the lineage was rotten from Liu Jinu’s very beginning.” Yan Sansi shook his head as he spoke.

"The matter of Mao Dezu?" Li Junsu asked with a light laugh.

"You know a lot about the Northern and Southern Dynasties?" Yan Sansi asked, somewhat intrigued.

"What is this matter?" Bai Xingling asked curiously, her interest piqued.

Li Junsu thought about the Liu Song dynasty, his expression somewhat strange, wondering if the word "Song" held some kind of magic.

"Mao Dezu, the garrison commander of Hulao Pass, held out against the enemy and refused to come out. The garrison in the city was united, and the people were also determined to resist to the death."

"We held out for more than two hundred days. We ran out of food and water. We couldn't even squeeze any blood out of the corpses."

"During that period, from hoping for reinforcements to utter despair, no one knows how disheartened this army was."

"The county magistrate tried to persuade him to surrender, but the garrison commander only said one thing: he wanted to die for his country."

"Later, the county magistrate colluded with the enemy and surrendered by opening the city gates. Mao Dezu was captured, while the deputy general led two hundred men to break out of the encirclement."

"The enemy generals all ordered that Mao Dezu not be harmed, but in the end, the defending general still died."

"However, there is no record of it at all from the Liu Song side, as if it was intentionally erased. There are only scattered records in the corners, which allow people to get a glimpse of it."

This general died for his country, but the world knows very little about it. Yan Sansi put down his book, a mocking smile curving his lips.

“That doesn’t make sense!” Bai Xingling looked at Li Junsu.

"At that time, the powerful minister and the emperor were vying for power. In the end, the powerful minister won, and Liu Yilong ascended to the throne," Li Junsu said in a strange tone.

What should this record be? It can't possibly record that local affairs were neglected because of the power struggle.

Even Tan Daoji did not choose to support Mao Dezu later, but instead went to support the other side.

The character "Song" might truly be cursed.

"You're quite something, kid. Let's chat sometime. What brings you here this time?" Yan Sansi put down his book, and his unrestrained temperament reappeared.

"In Guannei Dao, someone has established the Rakshasa Cult." As soon as Li Junsu finished speaking, Yan Sansi in front of him closed his eyes.

"It's alright, it's just a name." Yan Sansi said with a half-smile.

If someone truly believes in Rakshasa, he can also sense the other person's prayers.

The fact that there was no movement from the Rakshasa Sea shows that the sects outside were just using it as a front.

"Did you escape from the Ninth Realm of Absolute Life?" Yan Sansi stood up, picked up the long sword beside him, and hung it back at his waist, asking.

Yan Sansi was still somewhat confident. People who are familiar with the current state of the world shouldn't be so brain-dead as to want to summon the Rakshasa Sea.

Yan Sansi sensed Li Junsu and Bai Xingling as soon as they stepped into the Rakshasa Sea.

The combination of deathly aura and demonic aura made Yan Sansi think of Li Junsu, but he was engrossed in reading at the time and subconsciously knew that Li Junsu was one of his own, so he didn't pay attention to it.

In the entire world, only Li Junsu could claim to possess an aura of kinship and approachability.

“Yes, but we’re not sure exactly where it came from.” Li Junsu nodded.

"Let's go." Yan Sansi stepped out, snapped his fingers, and a dark red door rose from the ground.

"Inside the pass, right?" Yan Sansi said, pushing open the door in front of him.

Guannei Road, Six Doors

Ye Guhong's pupils contracted as he looked at the suddenly opened dark red door, and he unleashed a torrent of throwing knives.

"The Rakshasa Sect," Ye Guhong licked his lips and murmured.

"Young man, don't be too hasty." The door opened, and the throwing knife landed obediently in Yan Sansi's hand.

Ye Guhong's pupils contracted; Yan Sansi had actually managed to intercept his flying knife.

"I am Yan Sansi, the guardian of the four directions." Yan Sansi introduced himself politely, squinting at the throwing knife in his hand.

The Six Doors even have people who walk the path of cause and effect?

If you master this skill to the Martial Venerable level, it can unleash a slash at your lifeline; if you're not strong enough, you'll be crippled even if you don't die.