Sheng Shi Merciful Light

2035, Earth.

Duanmu Ci, a Chinese man who was born as an orphan, was named the "God of Wisdom" and created countless legends.It is said that he is mysterious and arrogant, cold-blooded and indifferent; others say that he is kind and sincere, kind and kind... Stories about him are always a hot topic among people.

"Although everything that our 'Zhenshen' does is still top secret, since he had him, Huaguo has become the most technologically advanced country on earth in just 20 years. ,This is the truth."

"It's not just technology, the physical training method released by 'Zhishen' for free is really effective. A distant nephew of mine has broken through the third level of physical skills and can punch through walls with one fist. The country directly came to pick him up. Secret Forces..."

"Physical arts are relatively easy to practice, and spiritual arts are more difficult to stimulate. Few people can meditate all the time and find the mysterious and profound sense of spiritual arts. As the pioneer of spiritual arts practice, Zhishen also contributed training methods for free. Not many come out... Do you know what level he is now?"

"It is said that he has passed the fifth level and can move light objects in a small range with mental power..."

"Wow, fetching things from a distance, can you become a real god if you practice again?"

"Probably not, 'Zhishen' was assassinated at the age of 20, and half of his brain was removed, which affected his advancement."

"It's a pity... who is so wicked! Hurting the 'God of Wisdom' is simply stopping the progress of the entire human race."

"Who said it wasn't? But 'Zhenshen' is too powerful, with half the brain, it is super powerful, and it can create a huge business empire."

"They also donated all their wealth to set up the 'Ci Ji' Charity Fund, regardless of nationality or class, benefiting mankind all over the world. We are no longer afraid that our family members will be sick and have no money for medical treatment..."

"No, even birds, animals, flowers and plants benefit from him. The environment of our planet is getting better and better. His merits are immeasurable..."

suddenly!

The news homepage, the giant screen on the outer wall, the station terminal, everyone's social account with the optical brain, at the same time, there is only one message swiping the screen——

"Mr. Duan Muci, the 'Shen of Wisdom', the founder of Enze Global's 'Ci Ji' Fund, died in the general ward of Cixin Hospital at the age of 75."

This great spiritual leader, until his death, still practiced himself to promote medical fairness-the fairness of the human right to live, the ultimate fairness!

Not only Huaguo, but everyone in the world subconsciously raised their heads to look at the people beside them when they received this message, and asked for confirmation with a subtle glimmer of hope—"Today is April Fool's Day?"

But not.

Even if it is April Fool's Day, no one will use the news of the death of the respected "God of Mercy" and "God of Wisdom" Mr. Duan Muci to benefit the world, change the world, and promote human evolution and development as a joke.

Therefore, Mr. Duanmuci, who was enshrined in the altar, has indeed passed away! !

After confirming the news, everyone showed genuine sadness, and some even wailed directly, and there were many people who passed out from crying.But no one laughed at these mourners. Whether they knew each other or not, everyone hugged the people around them and cried together, because everyone had the same reason for mourning.

Some pessimists are asking themselves—where is the future of mankind?Will human evolution end here?

……

however……

This is not the end, it's just a new beginning!

……

Back in time, space transformation, things are not people.

Ziwei Planet, Daxing Dynasty, March of the 30th year of Tianshou.

There was darkness between the sky and the earth.

The torrential rain covered every corner of the Daxing Palace in a noisy and thorough manner.

On the eaves of the Chongzheng Palace, there is engraved the guardian beast "Jiaofeng". This fierce beast was born as a ferocious son of a dragon, but it is still firmly imprisoned by the palace wall. It can only be tamed and guards a corner of the roof. Withstand the wind and rain.

Two rows of Royal Guards stood on both sides of the Beaulieu Staircase, and the big water droplets gathered and slid down their cold gray helmets, forming a rain curtain on the brim of their hats, but their cold expressions could not be shaken.

Through the gray rain curtains running down the corner eaves, a row of servants in gray linen clothes stood horizontally under the eaves, with numb expressions and empty eyes.

The splashing rain suddenly became the only vivid background in this blurred world.

……

A thin, thin boy in white clothes with a beautiful face came slowly from the rain.The gray-haired servant tried to hold an umbrella for him... but it didn't cover anything.

The boy pushed open the umbrella and faced the wind and rain.

The spring is cold and the wind and rain are extremely cold, which quickly wets the boy's whole body. His body is icy cold, but his mind can be calmer!

The young man in white walked to the bottom of the Panlong stairs without hesitation, stepped on the body of the dragon, picked up the steps slowly, and meandered up...

The white-haired waiter didn't dare to step forward again, and raised his umbrella in vain, saying "Ai Ai" in a hoarse voice, which was quickly covered by the wind and rain.

Overwhelmed by the beauty, the imperial forest army collectively lost their minds and remembered their duties. Their gazes converged, and they wanted to step forward and stop - only the most honorable emperor can trample the dragon under his feet.

At some point, the commander of the Royal Forest Army came to his side, and made a "nine" with a cryptic gesture, so all the Imperial Forest Army lowered their eyes again, and resumed their icy solemnity.They are just the gorgeous background of this palace, the silent witness of the vicissitudes of life, and only need to be silent.

Inside the palace walls, there are too many secrets;

Inside the palace walls, there have never been any real secrets.

The Ninth Prince has been imprisoned in the cold palace for 16 years since he was born, like the guardian beast "Jiaofeng".But it does not prevent him from becoming the most mysterious and beautiful legend in the palace wall.Because his mother was the stunning woman whom the aging Emperor Tianshou had loved madly when he was young—Concubine Xie Chen.

once?

That's right, Concubine Xie Chen inexplicably angered the Emperor, and was thrown into limbo.Even if the emperor later found out that she had given birth to the nine princes, he did not save the emperor's heart. In the past 16 years, even when Concubine Chen died of illness, Emperor Tianshou had never set foot in the cold palace, let alone visited the Ninth Prince, as if he had forgotten that there was such a woman, such a child.

Let a young child fend for himself within the cold palace walls.

What's the secret here?No one dares to explore!

Everyone thought that the Ninth Prince died long ago, until today, the legendary Ninth Prince suddenly appeared in the eyes of everyone... Sure enough, just like his mother, she was so beautiful that the stars paled, and the sun and the moon dimmed.

Her cloud-black hair, which was as long as her knees, was soaked by the rain and was thick black and translucent. It was gorgeous and docile behind her like a waterfall.The dense rainwater slapped his delicate, flawless, almost transparent face, and two mischievous drops of rain fell on those slender eyelashes...

Obviously very embarrassed, but those dark and deep eyes are not moved by the wind and rain at all, their eyes are indifferent, staring straight ahead, moving forward indomitably!

He was only wearing a simple white dress, not royal clothes, but it did not compromise his proud demeanor at all.The thin cloth had already been drenched and stuck to the body, revealing the youthful and immature body, so thin and weak that the curvature of the spine could be clearly seen.

But his back was always straight.

The butterfly bone of the scapula has a hard edge that almost penetrates the skin.

……

The empty eyes of the servants outside the hall began to focus, and they were dazed again by the beauty.Until a white and fat servant came in a hurry, sweating profusely, and wanted to welcome the boy into the palace: "Nine..." But he got stuck for a while, and didn't know what to call it.

Emperor Tianshou never admitted that this young man is the Ninth Prince.

A court meeting was being held in the hall.

The court meeting on this day will make everyone remember it fresh, but it is kept secret.The court meeting site, which has always been noisy and often violent, was uncharacteristically quiet today.

The Tianshoudi who was sitting on the ninety-five seat was silent, and the princes watched their eyes, their noses, their noses, their noses and their hearts, and remained silent.The courtiers above the fifth rank are divided into two classes, the left is civil and the right is martial, standing according to rank, all holding wat (hu) boards, and standing solemnly with downcast eyes.

More than 80 people seemed to be affected by the gloomy sky, and they were depressed and had no desire to speak.

silence!

From the time when the third prince, who was named King of Luoyang, broke into the court meeting, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, sued the prince with grief and indignation against the ninth prince...that heinous atrocity, this suffocating silence has continued until now.

The fat white waiter finally remained silent, raised his hand and tried to lead the boy in white to the side door of the main hall.

The boy in white didn't move, his calm gaze slowly swept across the shadowy pupils in the dark hall, he lifted his feet, step by step...

Enter from the main entrance of the main hall!

The fat white waiter was trembling in fear, stretching out his hand to pull it but he didn't dare for no reason, let alone open his mouth. He could only watch helplessly as the young man entered the main entrance step by step.

……

Inside the main hall, eighteen huge lanterns are lit. The brighter they are, the more clearly they can illuminate the pupils of the figures, which are reflected on the walls like distorted ghosts.

The inside of the main hall is just like a cemetery. The silent and cold rain came in from the door, and the chilly wind quietly stirred the silk official uniforms of the officials, and the wide sleeves fluttered accordingly.But everyone seemed unaware of the chill of early spring, and their minds were all attracted by the boy in white.

It is impossible to describe the beauty of this extraordinary creation!

The spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth seemed to gather on the young man in white.Plain and old clothes can't make that gorgeous face any less, and a fragile and fragile body can't stop that peerless beauty from blooming.

No words can describe the hearts of the courtiers who are so shocked by this otherworldly beauty at the moment.

……

The bewitched, probing, or pitying gazes that fell on him didn't have the slightest impact on the young man in white.He stood still at the main entrance, his gaze was like a flowing moonlight, and he glanced lightly, scanning the audience.

This one!

Detached from the world, like the bright moon on the other side of the day, indifferent and cold, reflecting the earth from afar, illuminating all the emptiness in the world of mortals clearly and white, with nothing to hide...but it is not worth mentioning.

This one!

Calm and calm, just like the nearly a hundred people standing in the hall representing the peak of Daxing's power, they are not as good as a speck of dust, and they can't get into his eyes at all, let alone stir up a ripple in his heart.

Eyes are like mirrors, everything is like clouds and smoke!

In the troubled times, there is no dust in the heart!

Then, the boy in white lifted his foot...step by step.The civil and military officials on both sides involuntarily moved to the two sides, watching the young man calmly walk to the front of the imperial steps.

……

On the high steps, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown on his head, the Tianshou Emperor sat on the dragon chair, and subconsciously straightened his back.

It was the first time he saw this beautiful child with doubtful bloodlines, who had been locked up in the cold palace by himself for 16 years, survived like a wilderness under the cruel and cold palace walls, and would one day give him a fatal blow.

A phase?

is it you?

Emperor Tianshou's vision was blurred and his mind was in a trance... When Concubine Chen entered the palace, it was also like this when the spring was still cold and the wind and rain were precarious.With a straight back like this young man, with dead eyes, he walked step by step into this high palace wall...

On the exquisite and exquisite face, rainwater meanders down, slides along the corners of the eyes to the cheeks, like crystal teardrops.

No, not teardrops.

Ah Qi has never laughed, nor cried...

As expected of your child, it really looks like you!

……

"Presumptuous! Salute to you!" Fengli's servant screamed.

The young man in white was indifferent, his lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood, his lips were slightly pursed, his body was terribly thin, but his back was as tall and straight as a jade bamboo in Cangshan mountain, standing proudly, adding a bit of stubborn beauty.

——There is no one in this world worthy of kneeling and bowing his head.

The young man stood upright, his eyes calm and calm, and he looked at the aloof emperor.

Don't show weakness!Never give up!Do not resent!No more weakness and grievances!

What stubbornness?Cold and proud?Strong composure?

Do not!

neither!

The boy's eyes, which were so dark that they were almost demonic, were completely peaceful, without light or dust, without sadness or joy, without any human emotion, it seemed that he didn't even disdain....

Emperor Tianshou was startled, and remembered not to blame him for being rude.

The shrill voice of the confidant who knew the emperor well immediately sounded: "Excuse me..." He tried to save face, but facing this young man who didn't intend to salute at all, it was somewhat ironic.

But everyone was not in the mood to laugh secretly, peeking at the emperor's face... The emperor's face was extremely ugly. For an emperor who is not in good health and has to rest for more than half a year a year to let the prince supervise the country, the face is so bad. Kind of abnormal.

Indeed, the Tianshou Emperor's hands were twitching uncontrollably in the wide sleeves.

His heart was suffocated, his eyes turned black, a kind of boundless despair surged... This child has inherited his mother's beautiful face, but it cannot be denied that his beautiful outline, especially his high nose, The perfect lip shape vaguely seems to have the shadow of his youth.

There is no trace of a wild man who is suspicious of the suspicious emperor at all.

Emperor Tianshou opened his somewhat blurred eyes and looked carefully, trying to see through the young man from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside.

The more you look at the eyebrows and eyes, the more they look like each other, even this arrogant, noble and indifferent look all show that this young man has an innate power and power that is integrated into his flesh and blood... How can he not be a member of the royal family? Has such a majestic prestige?

Is this young man really his own blood?

--This is my son? !

——I misunderstood the woman I love the most?

——After 16 years of thinking that I had tolerated a small life of a wild species and left it to fend for itself, I later realized that this is actually my own flesh and blood, and it was my most beloved woman who gave birth to me Prince?

—I discovered this only after all the damage had been done irreparably! ! !

In this world, is there a more painful realization than this?

Have!

Tianshou Emperor's heart was soaked with poisonous bitterness. Looking at the prince and third son kneeling under the imperial steps, he thought of the third son weeping blood and accusing the prince of being in the cold palace. To this innocent child... the inhuman atrocities were appalling. scandal.

If everything is true!

So……

——I may be able to comprehend the more heart-wrenching despair! !