The alchemist's opening move: I'll paint a pie in the sky for Qin Shi Huang.

"Depend on!"

After cursing angrily, Zou Yun suddenly closed his eyes, veins bulging on his forehead.

He tried to force himself to suppress his anger, to temporarily put aside the thought of killing Zhao Gao, and to calm his mind down.

Time slipped away slowly and painstakingly.

Finally, after a short while, the trend of decreasing cultivation points on the panel gradually stopped.

Where Zou Yun couldn't see, those invisible tentacles slowly retracted.

But they did not return to that mysterious space; they remained firmly locked onto Zou Yun, waiting for him to have the thought of changing fate again before swarming forward once more.

"really......"

Zou Yun slowly opened his eyes, but there was no joy on his face.

On the contrary, the last bit of warmth in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only two cold glints flashing.

"I will kill Zhao Gao three years from now, when he is destined to die..."

A single thought arose in his mind without any fluctuation, yet the cultivation points on the panel remained unchanged.

"really....."

Another guess has been confirmed.

"So...three years...three years later, I can only kill Zhao Gao?!"

Zou Yun remained expressionless, but the aura emanating from him grew increasingly low and suffocating.

"Are you kidding me?"

Three years!!!

Zou Yun's brain was working frantically. Every time he tried to find a way to bypass the three-year deadline, the cultivation points on the panel would decrease rapidly.

"Using Ziying to kill Zhao Gao three years earlier?"

No!

The moment this thought arose, the cultivation points on the panel instantly decreased.

Using someone else? A covert scheme?

No!

Cultivation points are issuing another warning.

'Using other historical events? Creating an accident?'

Still not working!

One thought after another arose in Zou Yun's mind.

But no matter what seemingly feasible plan he came up with, as long as he intended to end Zhao Gao within three years, the cultivation points on the panel would immediately issue a warning.

no...

no......

It still doesn't work!!!

These past three years have seemed like an absolute taboo, an insurmountable abyss drawn by fate.

When all wits are crushed, when all anger gradually subsides.

A sense of utter despondency finally overwhelmed Zou Yun; he could feel a weariness that originated from his very soul, making him feel like a stagnant pool of water.

That's not letting go, but rather becoming so numb that your heart can no longer feel a ripple.

Just then, seemingly sensing the strangeness in Zou Yun's heart, those invisible tentacles seemed to change their strategy.

Instead of trying to directly pursue Zou Yun, she continued to linger around him.

A series of noisy sounds appeared in his mind without warning.

The voice was ethereal and distorted, indistinguishable between male and female, young and old. Zou Yun felt as if it were the embodiment of desire.

Little by little, it delves into the depths of its own consciousness.

"Just give up... What does Fusu have to do with you? He's just... someone you've met a few times, not even really a friend."

"Why bother? Why make yourself unhappy?"

The voice was incredibly gentle, as if it were filled with concern.

"Exactly, exactly... Besides, he was going to die anyway, it's clearly written in history, what does it have to do with you?"

"Zhao Gao is going to die anyway, and Hu Hai is going to die... Even if you do nothing, everyone will die, so why grieve for those who are destined to die?"

Another voice echoed, filled with indifferent detachment.

"Yeah...why not just let yourself go and stop eating beef...ha, how happy would that be?"

A lazy voice chuckled softly.

"Shut up..."

"Yeah yeah......"

"As long as you don't change history, you can kill whoever you want and have sex with whoever you want."

"What historical beauties... Lü Zhi? Yu Ji? They can all please you, hahahahaha... Isn't that great?"

The shrill laughter echoed in Zou Yun's mind.

At the same time, a greedy voice chimed in.

"That's right, you can get any rare and precious jewel you want."

"At that time, we will build a huge palace, a palace even more luxurious than the Epang Palace, filled with gold and silver jewels, and filled with revelry every day."

"Shut up, all of you..."

Zou Yun clutched his head tightly with both hands, curling up on the mat.

"Everyone has to fawn over you! Beg you! Treat you like a god, worshipping you on a pedestal!!"

"You can also build a huge sect and watch those ordinary people, fools, and the masses beg you like ants."

"And you! With a single word, you can decide their fate."

"Life and death, decision and control, are all decided in a single thought."

"Just imagine, what a wonderful and exciting experience this is! Isn't it a million times more thrilling than becoming an emperor?!"

"To rise above all living beings by one's own power and become a true god!"

The countless alluring voices gradually overlapped and merged, transforming into three whispers.

A sharp, clear voice, like a child's voice yet with a touch of femininity, swirled in my mind.

A sticky, hoarse sound, like muffled thunder stuck in the throat, resounding in the chest.

The final, dark, slippery liquid, like a venomous snake's hiss, seeped upwards from the abdomen.

In the end, the three whispers completely merged, transforming into a tingling, itchy whisper, as if the most primal, darkest, and purest desires in his heart were roaring and scratching.

Anyway...

"They are born to be oppressed... It's better for you to oppress them, at least... you can do some good deeds when you're happy, like giving away some leftovers, right?"

"Why can they exploit people... but you can't...?"

"At that time, countless people will be grateful to you and kneel at your feet like dogs."

"I dedicate my life, wealth, wife and children, dignity... and everything else to you, to their one true God!"

Zou Yun's body trembled violently, as those temptations were like countless hands, tightly gripping him and trying to drag him into the abyss.

"Oh, by the way, you can also..."

I said...

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and roared.

"I told you to shut up, are you deaf?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the panel in his consciousness obeyed Zou Yun's will, using cultivation points as fuel, and suddenly burst out with intense light, temporarily dispelling the constantly wandering tentacles.

quiet!

At that moment, the world fell silent.

"Hahaha......"

Zou Yun was panting heavily.

For a moment, the room was eerily quiet, with only heavy breathing audible.

The sound grew fainter and fainter, just as Zou Yun steadied himself on the wooden table, preparing to struggle to his feet.

Sudden--

"Great Master..."

A familiar soft call rang out in front of Zou Yun.

He slowly raised his head, and a completely familiar figure appeared before him. His previously numb heart was now stirred by a slight ripple.

The figure stood by the door and chuckled softly.

"When I first met the Grand Master, he wasn't like this at all."

"Fu...Fusu...?!!"

Zou Yun stared blankly ahead. The light and shadow shrouded the figure's face, making it difficult to see clearly, but it was Fusu.

In the hazy light, time seemed to be transcended, and this place, like an ink painting, blurred into the eaves of the prefectural governor's mansion.

The figure did not respond to Zou Yun's calls.

The smile on his face slowly faded, and he stared solemnly at Zou Yun.

"Great Master... perhaps destiny cannot be defied..."

"But if we consider the vastness of Heaven, what is better than nurturing and controlling things? What is better than praising Heaven and controlling and utilizing its mandate?"

Each word, spoken with resounding force, echoed in Zou Yun's ears.

At this moment, in the vast and chaotic world, only these two figures remained, facing each other!

After speaking, the figure did not say another word, but bowed deeply to Zou Yun before disappearing.

Finally, it completely disappeared from Zou Yun's hazy vision.

A deathly silence once again enveloped the cabin.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

Zou Yun remained silent.

After a long while, he seemed to have just found his voice and murmured softly.

"Instead of worshipping the heavens and revering fate, why not control destiny, utilize its laws, and take control of our own lives?"

Zou Yun slowly lowered his head, looking at his slightly trembling hands, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Fusu...you rascal..."