Infinity Throne

Daqian Dynasty.

In the eighteenth year of Jisheng calendar, it is May.

Spring is in full bloom.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, the war broke out in the prairie fire.

Bad news continues to come from all fronts including east, west, south and north. The situation is grim and not optimistic.

east.

Under the wise leadership of the city lord, Lumen Pass, where the second princess was married, defended it for a whole month. However, judging from the constantly updated battle reports from the front, it was only a matter of time before Lumen Pass was breached.

south.

The Baizhan Army and the Liaoyuan Army met the 200,000-strong army of King Zhennan. They retreated steadily and retreated to the Tianshan Mountains and Liusha River area, suffering more than half of the casualties.

north.

The king of Zhengbei was brave and good at fighting. The raiding army and the Tiangong army built a solid defense line. With the defense equipment, they were still capable of fighting.

west.

Although King Pingxi only had an army of 50,000 men, battle reports came from the front, saying that King Pingxi's army was mixed with capable men and strangers, who poisoned, hid, and killed in secret, and they did everything they could, which was very despicable. The Shadow Army defending the western front was a special scout known for its speed. Both sides encountered their opponents and each suffered losses.

…

Someday.

"Boo~"

Yi Lin stood calmly behind Xia Xiaoman and pulled out a white hair from the head of the junior sister who was looking down at the map.

"Brother, don't make trouble!"

Xia Xiaoman didn't even raise his head and slapped away his senior brother's evil hand.

"How many days have you been awake?"

Yi Lin vaguely saw the shadow of Molly staying up late in Xia Xiaoman's body.

It's all so unremarkable.

They all also spend too much time sleeping and eating on certain things.

Xia Xiaoman said: "We are golden elixir monks, we don't need to sleep."

Yi Lin shook her white hair in front of her junior sister's eyes: "Is this why you don't have to sleep?"

"It's just gray hair, no surprise!"

During this period of time, Xia Xiaoman was studying the situation of the civil war in the Daqian Dynasty.

She obviously didn't understand strategy, but she even moved out a stack of military books and put them on the table. While studying the military books, she wrote and drew on the strategic map, which felt like sharpening a sword before the battle.

A war with cold weapons cannot be fought in a day or two.

A battle, two sides confront each other, you test me, I test you, back and forth, repeated consumption.

In war, what is fought is consumption, what is fought is manpower, and what is fought for is battery life.

No one on either side of the war knows how long they can last, but the side that exhausts its troops, supplies, and morale first will be the loser.

Xia Xiaoman ignored his senior brother, frowned, lowered his head and said nothing.

Yi Lin sighed softly, stretched out his knuckles, and tapped the strategy map: "Actually, you have already thought of the simplest solution, right?"

When Xia Xiaoman heard this, he looked up at his senior brother, pursed his lips tightly, and looked slightly pale.

Yi Lin continued: "Currently, the only people who can legitimately be the emperor are the eldest prince, the second prince, and Xia Xingchen. Kill them all, and your brother will have no way out. Maybe this will also inspire the emperor's heart in his heart. He is now The reason why I'm so cowardly is because there are still these three people in the Xia family's bloodline."

"Yeah." Xia Xiaoman nodded.

"In Xia Jisheng's view, no matter whether it is the eldest prince, the second prince, or Xia Xingchen, Xia Jisheng will not panic if any of them replaces him as the emperor, because it will always be the Xia family. But once the other vassal princes win, That means something completely different.”

"Yes," Xia Xiaoman closed his eyes in pain: "Senior brother, I understand. But after all, they are all Xiaoman's relatives. If they die, only Ji'er and I will be left in this world. We depend on each other for our lives.”

Yi Lin rubbed her junior sister's hair, "Boo~" and pulled out another dazzling white hair, and said softly: "What if one day, between the Xia family's country and relatives, you can only choose one or the other? Country and blood relatives, Since ancient times, I have been in a dilemma. What I hate most is to be born in an emperor's family."

…

Xia Xiaoman frequently participated in strategic meetings.

Originally, in this kind of military meeting, Xia Xiaoman, even as the eldest princess, had no right to interfere in the war.

But when the commander-in-chief had objections, the empress dowager issued an order allowing Xia Xiaoman to observe state affairs as the "eldest princess".

Xia Xiaoman is busy every day and disappears all day long.

Instead, Yi Lin and Jian Nanchun were left to relax and act like outsiders. They meditated in Yingxue Pavilion all day long and practiced without any mistakes.

Jian Nanchun noticed two strange things.

Some time ago, Junior Brother Lin Yi ran to Tianxuan Academy almost every night, but these days, he suddenly stopped running.

Jiannanchun is not used to it.

The second thing is,

Junior Brother Lin Yi recently contracted a cold and coughed from time to time. It's strange. Is the physique of the Golden elixir monk so weak?

…

"Tell me, junior sister, are you too worried about the worldly world?"

Someday.

In the courtyard of Yingxue Pavilion, the two of them were meditating side by side. Jian Nanchun raised his eyelids and asked.

"So what?"

Yi Lin asked.

"It's not good for cultivation." As a Golden Core cultivator, Jian Nanchun has clear priorities and only has cultivation in his eyes.

"Yes, but this is the knot of junior sister's heart."

While the two were chatting, they felt something at the same time and looked at the closed courtyard door.

There is a person standing outside the door.

Yi Lin and Jian Nanchun looked at each other, and after a moment of eye contact, a timid voice from a palace maid came from outside the door.

"Mistress Ju'er, by the order of the Queen Mother, please go to the Immortal Forest to Chang'an Palace to have a talk."

Yi Lin smiled, turned to Jian Nanchun and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I'll be back soon."

The implication is: don’t worry.

Jian Nanchun nodded and remained silent, but made a "six" sign by his ear. He imitated Lin Yi's movements and made a "Call" sign.

The subtext of this gesture is: Call me if you have anything.

After the two communicated silently, Yi Lin stood up, opened the door and walked out.

The palace maid was just an ordinary person, and she seemed a little nervous in front of Yi Lin. After all, the two people in this courtyard were masters of Xuanmen who were not seen in the past. Legend has it that they could poke a hole in the wall with just one finger.

Yi Lin followed the palace maid Ju'er through the deserted palace paths and arrived at Chang'an Palace.

Chang'an Palace was just like the last time he visited at night, without guards and no one in the courtyard.

"The Queen Mother has decreed that the Immortal should come in on your own."

The palace maid Ju'er brought Yi Lin to the front and back of the door, bowed and backed away, leaving Yi Lin where she was.

She didn't seem worried that Yi Lin would do anything inhumane to the Queen Mother.

The rhythmic trembling came from Yi Lin's eyebrows again.

Inside the hub, above the spiritual sea, the Immortal-killing Spear and the Guili Sword reacted at the same time.

Yi Lin believes that the connection between legendary items is relative. Sure enough, when Yi Lin came to the door, a beautiful voice came from behind the door.

"Please come in."

Along the way, Yi Lin speculated on the purpose of the Queen Mother's sudden summons to him.

A month ago, after Yi Lin visited Chang'an Palace at night to no avail, she never took the initiative to come here again.

It seemed that he and the Empress Dowager had the same tacit understanding, and neither one took the initiative to approach the other and mention the legendary items.

The Empress Qijue left behind six treasures. Although it has become a legend in the world, it is not a big secret.

What's more, these six treasures are becoming more and more mysterious, whether among monks or common people. There are even rumors that anyone who gets one of the six treasures left by Empress Qijue can live forever. Invulnerable to swords and guns, invulnerable to water and fire, invincible in the world, and so on.

Yi Lin calmly opened the door and stepped into the hall.

The palace is gorgeously decorated, with dragons and phoenixes carved on the walls.

In the corner of the house, incense is burning, and the smell is vague and refreshing.

Yi Lin held her breath first, and then secretly took a sip. It seemed that it was not poisonous, and then she felt relieved.

"Don't worry, Immortal. If the Ai family has harmful intentions for you, why wait until now."

The Empress Dowager's voice came from behind a landscape screen. Behind the translucent screen, there was a graceful figure sitting on a rocking chair, gently stroking her flat belly. Yilin stole past the screen, and in a trance, she seemed to see a peerless beauty, revealing an intriguing expression towards her. smile.

Across the screen, Yi Lin clearly couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but the moment the Queen Mother spoke, Yi Lin couldn't help but make up the above scene in her mind.

"Yes, so why did the Empress Dowager summon Lin Yi to Chang'an Palace this time?"

Yi Lin looks calm on the surface, but in the few words of the conversation between the two, there are sparks hidden in the thread.

Behind the screen, the Empress Dowager covered her mouth and smiled, and she took the initiative to walk out from behind the screen.

Yi Lin subconsciously wanted to take a step back.

But he didn't retreat in the end.

"Legend has it that the former Qijue Empress left six inherited treasures. If you get one of them, you can have a glimpse of the road to immortality." The Empress Dowager smiled. She didn't talk nonsense. She started with Wang Zha, taking out a board with cracks on the surface. Shown in front of Yi Lin:

"The Ai family never expected that the Immortal of the Tianjian Sect who followed Zhenping back to Qingdu would actually be the proud son of Heaven who carries the inheritance of the Qijue Empress." The Empress Dowager took a deep look at Yi Lin and said with a warm smile: "Enter The Immortal comes from the Tianjian Sect and has seen a lot, so I wonder if he can recognize this thing."

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

There was no change on Yi Lin's face.

But inside the chest, the heart beat violently several times.

He actually recognized what the Empress Dowager was holding.

Although fourteen years have passed, the tragic world-destroying battle experienced in the Singularity "Age of Gods" is still vivid in my mind.

Seven heroic spirits,

Four masters,

The sky is filled with strange beasts,

The heavenly palace fell,

The land is barren,

The wise king died,

All kinds of memories came to mind, making Yi Lin's eyes flash with a trace of imperceptible sadness and nostalgia.

"It's the wise king's plank!"

Yi Lin was filled with emotion.

He never expected that in this world, in this era, at this moment, here, he would see the board that Gilgamesh held in his hands again.